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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of Little Folks, by Various
+
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+Title: Little Folks
+       A Magazine for the Young (Date of issue unknown)
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+Author: Various
+
+Release Date: May 20, 2008 [EBook #25534]
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+Language: English
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+*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK LITTLE FOLKS ***
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+Produced by Chris Curnow, Joseph Cooper, Josephine Paolucci
+and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at
+http://www.pgdp.net.
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+
+LITTLE FOLKS:
+
+_A Magazine for the Young._
+
+_NEW AND ENLARGED SERIES._
+
+CASSELL & COMPANY, LIMITED
+
+_LONDON, PARIS & NEW YORK._
+
+[ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.]
+
+Transcriber's Note: The project was listed as the August 1884 edition,
+but there is no information indicating that on the scans I worked with.
+Minor typos have been corrected. Italics are indicated with underscores
+like _this_, bold is indicate like ~this~. Smallcap letters have been
+converted to all-caps for the text file.
+
+
+
+
+A LITTLE TOO CLEVER.
+
+_By the Author of "Pen's Perplexities," "Margaret's Enemy," "Maid
+Marjory," &c._
+
+
+CHAPTER IV.--HAS ELSIE FORGOTTEN?
+
+[Illustration]
+
+"Look you, Duncan," Elsie exclaimed, when they had walked on some way in
+silence, "I've made up my mind to go, and what's the use o' waitin'? The
+sooner the better, for it may turn cold any day now. We shouldn't be
+long if it was fine, but if 'twas wet we might have to wait up in
+places. I must sit down an' see if I can find out the way to go from the
+map."
+
+"We shan't be to school in time," Duncan protested.
+
+"Well, an' I dunno that I care," Elsie replied. "What's the odds o' one
+afternoon more or less? It'll be many a day I shall be called truant, I
+reckon. But they might be after tellin' of us, an' she'd be lockin' me
+up in the loft, which isn't what I want, so we'll get to school to-day,"
+she added, meditatively. "Here, take the basket, while I try to make the
+map out as we walk along."
+
+Now, Elsie had a great many faults indeed, but there was one thing you
+may have noticed about her that had something of a good point about it:
+it never occurred to her to desert Duncan. She might have said, "You run
+on to the shop with the beans while I study the map," for Duncan knew
+his way well enough; but the little fellow had ever depended upon her,
+and been her inseparable companion. She would guide him into stray
+paths, but it would never occur to her to forsake him, or withdraw from
+him the protection of her fearless, daring spirit. One good point,
+however small and obscure it is, may be taken as a proof that there is
+some good soil in the nature which has developed it where other similar
+plants may flourish. We have room to hope, therefore, that Elsie was not
+without her better side.
+
+"It don't look far," Elsie said, meditatively, tracing the space with
+her finger on the map, which was a small one, and to the inexperienced
+eyes that were studying it reduced distance to a mere nothing. "Here's
+London printed very big. It's a goodish way down, is London, gettin' on
+to the end of England, only England's a very little place, accordin' to
+the map. Any way, it wouldn't be so very long, for that old guide
+they've got at home with the map in it makes this road look just about
+six times as long as it is."
+
+"You're quite sure we're goin' to run away?" Duncan asked, rather
+dolefully.
+
+"I won't say whether it'll be walkin' or runnin', but I'm quite sure I
+shall go," Elsie replied.
+
+"I think they'll cry when they can't find us," Duncan said,
+meditatively.
+
+"Poor bodies! if they cry it'll be with rage to think we're gone," Elsie
+said contemptuously. "I just wonder if they'll guess then I've got the
+letter, an' that I've found out all about it. I'm no silly like you,
+Duncan, or I'd never have made head or tail of it; and then, what 'ud
+become of us when we're big?"
+
+"We shan't be hungry, or tired, or anything bad, shall we?" asked the
+matter-of-fact Duncan.
+
+Elsie's mind had passed over the trivial matter of the journey, and all
+such minor details, to the grand result, when she had found their
+father, and would be living with him in a beautiful place, with all that
+heart could desire. But Duncan's imagination could put on no such
+seven-league boots. It stuck fast at the first disagreeable details, and
+was not even rewarded by the prospect which so delighted Elsie, for his
+mind could not picture any other life than his present one.
+
+"And what would you be the worse for a wee bit of hunger or tiredness?
+Ain't we often that? I'm hungry now without any dinner, an' you'll be
+fit to eat your head before you get your tea," said Elsie.
+
+"Only, we shall get it," Duncan replied, in his provokingly straight
+way. "If we was long on the road, where'd we get anything at all?"
+
+"I've pennies in my box, an' so have you," Elsie replied impatiently. "A
+loaf an' a drop o' milk'll be all we want."
+
+"Oh, yes, it'll do very well on the road. There'll be shops, of course."
+
+"Of course there will. Runnin' away isn't bad. I'd almost like to do it
+just for the fun. Lots o' the books teacher's lent me out o' the school
+library has got runnin' away in them. Sometimes they get into troubles,
+and all sorts o' queer things happen, but it always comes right in the
+end. I've noticed that particular."
+
+They were near the village shop now, and as Duncan had no reply to make,
+they went on without further conversation till they reached it. "We had
+to bring you these instead o' takin' our dinners," Elsie grumbled.
+
+"Dear, dear! poor little bodies!" said the kindly shop-dame,
+compassionately. "It's bad for the bairnies to be hungry. I'll fetch you
+a bit of cold puddin' with plums enough to put a stop to countin'. You
+can eat it as you go along."
+
+She went into her room, and cut two slices.
+
+"There," said Elsie, triumphantly, "I told you anybody 'ud be kind to
+children. Mrs. Callam thought it was a shame for us to be hungry, an'
+so'd anyone else. I ain't a bit afraid of runnin' away, are you?"
+
+"Afraid?" Duncan replied, with alacrity. "You needn't think I'm afraid."
+
+They reached school in time, and put the borrowed atlas back into its
+place unobserved. "I'd like to take it with me," Elsie said to herself,
+"only I couldn't give it back, an' then it 'ud be stealin'; but I can't
+forget the way."
+
+Duncan got through his tasks in his usual fashion, not brilliantly or
+quickly, but pretty accurately. Elsie was in trouble more than once
+during the afternoon for inattention, and earned several bad marks, over
+which she did not fret.
+
+On their way home Elsie appeared quite to have forgotten her grand
+scheme, for she said positively not one word about it. "P'raps she won't
+do it after all," thought Duncan, for it was no uncommon thing for Elsie
+to utter dreadful-sounding threats, and make boasts which came to
+nothing. Duncan grew quite gay and cheerful at this thought, and went
+dancing along with all his usual light-heartedness.
+
+But he was quite wrong. Elsie had not tired of her idea, but she was
+dreadfully afraid stupid little Duncan might unwittingly betray them,
+and so, with the craftiness which soon comes to those who plot, she was
+bent upon turning his mind quite away from her schemes until the time
+came for action. She even went so far as to talk about all sorts of
+things in the most ordinary way, as if she and Duncan were to pass all
+their lives in the cottage on the moor.
+
+The afternoon meal was waiting for them when they went in. Their mother
+had cooked them a nice slice of bacon, and had baked them each what the
+children called a bun, which was a little piece of dough from the
+regular bread-making, baked separately. It always seemed much sweeter
+than the ordinary loaf, and was crisp and crusty, like our rolls, so I
+don't think there was much to grumble over, although they had not had
+any dinner.
+
+When it was ended Mrs. MacDougall sat down to her knitting, while Elsie
+cleared away. She was making stockings for the coming winter, and was
+employed on Elsie's at present.
+
+"It's gettin' a long stocking," the old grandmother said, as she watched
+the length of leg and foot dangling from the pins. "You can't get to the
+end o' it so quick as you used when it was about three inches from toe
+to heel, an' the baby's five toes like so many pink beads."
+
+All the children laughed at the idea. It seemed so funny to think of
+Elsie, big-limbed, strong, and sunburnt, as a tiny babe.
+
+"But a bonnie baby was Elsie," the old grandmother went on: "the
+bonniest of all, eh, Meg?"
+
+"Elsie was a beautiful baby," Mrs. MacDougall replied. "Her father was
+real proud of her, and used to carry her about with him evening times,
+long after she ought by good rights to have been a-bed. You remember
+that, mother?"
+
+"Eh, well enough," the old woman replied.
+
+Duncan glanced at Elsie uneasily, but he could read nothing in her face.
+Then he was guilty of laying a little trap.
+
+"Was Elsie prettier than Robbie, then?" he asked.
+
+"She was a prettier baby," Mrs. MacDougall answered, looking from one to
+the other, and putting her hand on Robbie's fair curls, almost as if she
+were doing him an injustice to say it. "Yes, I think every one would say
+Elsie was the bonnier baby. Robbie was but a puling, pasty-faced little
+thing, thin and miserable, not a crowing, bright little thing like the
+others. He wanted a deal o' care, did Robbie, an' I will say he's had it
+always."
+
+"That he has, that he has," the old grandmother assented, warmly. "His
+poor----"
+
+"Father wouldn't know him if he was to see him now," said Mrs.
+MacDougall, finishing her old mother's sentence.
+
+For Duncan this little commonplace conversation had much more interest
+than those who were speaking could have any idea of. It puzzled him
+sorely too, for it seemed to tell such a different tale from the one
+Elsie had put together. He was watching Elsie closely, wondering what
+she could say to it. It was not so much what she had said that made
+Duncan uncomfortable as the way she said it. "Just as if she was our
+mother!" he thought to himself. "And then the letter said 'weak and
+delicate,' an' after all we was stronger babies than Robbie--leastways,
+Elsie was, and father used to be so proud of her. Elsie must have made a
+mistake. I feel quite sure she has."
+
+Perhaps Elsie guessed what he was thinking, for the first moment they
+were alone she whispered to Duncan, "I can see through it," in a tone of
+so much confidence that Duncan was unsettled again. "D'you think I can't
+see through that?" Elsie said, contemptuously. "She talks like that o'
+purpose to misguide us an' every one else that comes near. She makes
+believe she's our mother always, even to granny, who knows she isn't,
+for fear anybody should get thinkin' about it. Besides, I doubt not we
+grew strong after a bit, maybe; an' if we ain't the babies, I'd like to
+know where they are."
+
+"P'raps they was fetched away again after a bit."
+
+"You've always got an answer ready, for all you look so stupid," Elsie
+said, crossly. "When did they go away, I'd like to know? Can you
+remember? I can't; an' I can call to mind as long ago as when Robbie was
+the baby, an father died."
+
+To this Duncan could certainly find no reply. He himself had not the
+faintest recollection of any other babies than Robbie, and of course
+Elsie could remember better than he. He could not prove Elsie wrong, and
+yet he could not bring himself to realise that such a strange thing had
+been going on all these years in such a quiet, unnoticeable way--that
+Mrs. MacDougall could seem so exactly like a mother to them, and yet not
+be one. He was in a state of bewilderment, in which he could neither
+believe nor disbelieve, and so he went to sleep with a weary sigh, and
+left the mystery to unravel itself.
+
+Not so Elsie. Her thoughts were very busy as she lay awake in her little
+room. At last a happy idea seemed to strike her. "Yes, that'll be the
+very time," she said softly to herself, and then settled herself to
+sleep.
+
+
+CHAPTER V.--"THE VERY TIME."
+
+Several days passed away, in which Elsie said nothing more to Duncan of
+her plans. Robbie's birthday passed off, and Elsie did serve the cake
+and milk under the alder-tree, after all. She was even kind to the
+little lad, and played with the two boys. Robbie was trying hard to
+deserve her attention, running himself quite out of breath after the
+ball she threw, and using all his strength to keep up with Duncan, who
+was ever so much stronger.
+
+By-and-by, when Elsie proposed a run on the moor, Robbie looked timidly
+in her face, and said, "I wish I might come too."
+
+"Well, go an' ask," Elsie said, condescendingly; and Robbie having
+obtained permission, coupled with many injunctions not to go far or run
+too much, they started, with Robbie in a radiant state of delight. And
+Elsie was so gentle with him that Robbie could not help saying, "I do
+like coming out here with you," in his own little gentle way; and
+Duncan, who loved peace, was quite happy.
+
+Two or three days later there was a slaying of fowls, while Elsie and
+Duncan were set to pick a gathering of plums, apples, and beans, and
+arrange them in baskets. As a rule, Elsie disliked this day, and went
+about when she was at home with a cloudy face and many an impatient
+exclamation. This time, however, she seemed quite cheerful, and helped
+readily.
+
+Very early the next morning Mrs. MacDougall was waiting at the cottage
+door in her bonnet and shawl for Farmer Jarrett's cart. Presently it
+came along, the farmer's round jolly face surmounting a heap of baskets,
+packed with butter, cheese, eggs, and poultry. Mrs. MacDougall handed
+her few baskets up to him, and when these were arranged in various odd
+corners she put her foot on the cart-wheel, jumped up by his side, and
+off they started for the little market town, where Mrs. MacDougall could
+get a better price for the few things she had to sell than in the
+village shop, and could also purchase more cheaply the groceries,
+calicoes, and other necessaries of her household.
+
+"Tell granny to take care o' Robbie," Mrs. MacDougall called, as she
+waved her good-bye. "I shan't be later than six about."
+
+"Take care o' Robbie, indeed!" muttered Elsie, just loud enough for
+Duncan to hear. "It's always Robbie. Why should he be taken more care of
+than any other body? P'raps she thinks he'll melt in the sun, or be
+drowned by the rain, or blown away by the wind, which can't never hurt
+us."
+
+As Mrs. MacDougall drove off in the early morning, she looked somewhat
+anxiously at the heavy mist which hung over the moor, and remarked to
+her neighbour that there was a chilliness about the air this morning
+which felt like the approach of cold weather.
+
+"Well, we mustn't grumble," the farmer said, in his northern dialect;
+"it's over fine for the time o' year; but when the weather does break we
+shall have the winter early upon us, and a long, hard one too, I
+reckon."
+
+"If I have a good day I'll just take some warm stuff home for the
+children," Mrs. MacDougall said to herself. Then she pulled out her
+purse and looked over its contents, turning them over and over, and
+reckoning them up, as if by dint of careful arithmetic they might,
+perchance, come to a little more. In one part of it there was a little
+packet of money done up in paper, marked "Robbie." There was more there
+than in all the other divisions put together. It was clear Robbie would
+not go short. Mrs. MacDougall looked at it with a little sigh.
+
+[Illustration: "'WE ARE VERY TIRED,' ELSIE SAID" (_p. 71_).]
+
+"I must get yarn to finish Elsie's stockings," she said to herself.
+"Duncan will have her old ones that she's grown out of. A fine lassie
+she'll be in a few more years, growing like this; but it's hard work to
+keep them without a man's earnings to look to."
+
+[Illustration]
+
+"You're thinking out some very hard question, judging by your silence,"
+the farmer said, after a while.
+
+"Yes, it's just a puzzle to know how to bring the children up," Mrs.
+MacDougall replied. "Since my good man died and left me with them, it's
+been a hard matter at times, but never so hard as now. There's my Elsie,
+growing as fine a lass as may be, though a deal bit wilful without a man
+to intimidate her. She'll have to take service in a few years more, for
+what else can I do with her? an' I'm thinking she'll take it hard, for
+she's got rare notions, an' is a bit clever above the common. Duncan's
+over young yet to fret about; Robbie'll be provided for, no doubt, when
+the proper time comes."
+
+"I wouldn't fret at all," the farmer replied, heartily; "you've done the
+best, and worked hard for the bairnies since your good man was taken.
+They'll find a good provision, I doubt not. There's a special protection
+for the fatherless and the widow, so the minister's always saying."
+
+"It's just the one interest of my life to see the children started,"
+Mrs. MacDougall replied, "although sometimes I get pretty nigh
+disheartened."
+
+"You've had a sorrowful life," the farmer said. "Some dead, others false
+and mean, but you've much to be proud of. The bairnies are strong an'
+winsome, an' I'm sure the little one's just a real credit to you."
+
+"Ah! the poor little lad. I think his father would be astonished to see
+him. Yes, I'm bound to say he's done well, all things considered."
+
+"But, if I may say it, I think you're a bit mistaken to treat him any
+differently from the others. Surely he's strong an' hearty enough now."
+
+"Mother talks like that," Mrs. MacDougall replied; "but I must be just.
+There's many a time when I'd be glad to give the others a little more
+and Robbie a little less, but I regard it as a temptation to be
+resisted. He has a double claim upon me, an' if I were to push him to
+the wall, or let him be sacrificed in any way, the dead would rise up
+an' reproach me."
+
+"But his father never intended you to make a difference between the
+children," the farmer continued. "I'm thinking if it mightn't make a
+jealousy among 'em, which wouldn't be a good thing for any of them."
+
+"Children don't remark much," Mrs. MacDougall replied. "They know how
+weakly he is, an' they wouldn't be jealous. It's circumstances has made
+the difference. If their father had lived there'd have been plenty for
+all, doubtless, but now the strong ones must go without, since they
+can't all have everything; an' they know it must be so."
+
+"Well, well, you do your best; but I will say I agree with the old
+dame," Farmer Jarrett replied; and then they changed the subject.
+
+In the meantime Elsie, having seen her mother depart, and had her
+grumble against Robbie, turned back into the cottage. Mrs. MacDougall
+was very greatly mistaken in supposing that Elsie was not jealous.
+Duncan's matter-of-fact mind took things as he found them, and did not
+trouble to inquire why they were so or whether they should be different,
+but Elsie was quite the opposite. She was always troubling herself about
+things that did not concern her, and not being of an open, ingenuous
+disposition, which turns naturally to some other person for a solution
+of its difficulties, she formed her own conclusions, which, more often
+than not, were very erroneous ones.
+
+It was not yet seven, so that there were more than two hours wanting to
+school-time. Elsie was very busy about the house for a little time; she
+changed her week-day clothes for her Sunday ones, and made Duncan do the
+same; she opened their money-boxes, and carefully counted the coppers
+they contained: they amounted altogether to elevenpence, halfpennies and
+farthings included. These she tied up in a handkerchief, and put in her
+pocket. Then she went to the pantry, and took from it a loaf of bread
+and some Dutch cheese, which she put into a basket.
+
+This done, she called sharply to Duncan to make haste, for she was
+"going to have a run on the moor before school." Robbie asked timidly if
+he might come too, but Elsie would not hear of it.
+
+"You can tell granny when she comes downstairs that we're not coming
+home to dinner. I've taken our dinner in a basket," she said to Robbie.
+
+The little fellow stood at the door, and watched them wistfully as they
+ran off. It was dull to turn back into the empty kitchen, and wait there
+till the old dame came downstairs. If Robbie could have put his feelings
+into words, he would have said that he would have been happier roughing
+it with Duncan and Elsie than with the constant care and consideration
+that separated him from them. Perhaps, after all, Farmer Jarrett was
+right.
+
+Elsie was in an extraordinary state of excitement this morning. She
+danced along, laughing and talking merrily. Duncan wondered to see her
+in such spirits, for it was seldom that she had nothing to grumble at.
+
+By-and-by they reached a point where there were two roads: the one
+leading to the village, the other a short cut to the school, running
+along the back of the village. Elsie took the long one.
+
+"Where are you going?" Duncan asked, in astonishment.
+
+Elsie looked at him gleefully, and burst out laughing. "I don't mind
+telling you now," she replied; "you can't let it out. We're going to
+England, and we've got the whole day before us, for granny won't expect
+us home till after afternoon school, and mother won't be home till
+sunset. Oh! wasn't it just a capital idea of mine?"
+
+"To England?" echoed Duncan, somewhat ruefully, for the idea was, after
+all, sudden enough to take him aback. "Then let's be quick, Elsie. Shall
+we get there to-night?"
+
+"That depends," Elsie returned, with the air of a person who knows all
+about it. "If we get a lift on the road, we shall get along quickly."
+
+It had occurred to her that they might not reach London that evening,
+but she was not daunted by the thought, for she had a plan in her mind
+in case of such an event, only she considered it wiser to keep Duncan in
+ignorance of any possible difficulty.
+
+
+CHAPTER VI.--ON THE WAY.
+
+As far as the village the way was straight enough. Elsie and Duncan
+skipped along merrily. Presently the sun began to struggle through the
+clouds and disperse the haze. The day promised to be fine and warm,
+which was certainly a great advantage.
+
+The few straggling houses that formed the village of Dunster were soon
+passed, and then arose the first difficulty. The road for some little
+distance was direct enough, but at last it came to a sudden termination,
+or rather, opened out into a wider space, where there was a dirty pond,
+a patch of grass, and two roads: the one to the left, the other to the
+right. Right before them, filling up the way they ought to take in order
+to carry out Elsie's plan of keeping straight on, stood a tiny crofter's
+cottage, surrounded by its meagre crops enclosed within low stone walls.
+Beyond it the ground began to rise into hills, and far away in the
+distance rose the black-looking peaks of mountains.
+
+Elsie stood still for a few minutes in puzzled thought. "If we begin to
+take turnings we are sure to lose our way," she said to herself, in
+woeful disappointment at this sudden check; but presently her spirits
+revived. "I see it all!" she cried, "Of course, if the road went
+straight on, apart from having to go right through the croft, it would
+lead us just straight away into the mountains; an' I'd like to know how
+we'd ever get over the top of that big one, with the clouds hanging over
+it. The road takes you clear away through the glen, of course, and it
+runs a bit to the side, no doubt. We'll just keep in the right
+direction, an' it'll be right enough. Let us think a minute. Is London
+to the right or the left, Duncan? Which think you?"
+
+"It's more on the right side of the map, I think," Duncan replied,
+doubtfully.
+
+"Ah! but, you little silly, we're up in Scotland, and we're to walk down
+the map. You must just reverse it, to be sure," Elsie replied.
+
+"The map's a funny sort of shape, where it joins on to England," Duncan
+muttered. "It seems to run off more sideways like; we ought to twist
+about, I'm sure, or else we'll be going straight through the bottom of
+Scotland into the sea!"
+
+"Oh, you baby!" Elsie cried, scornfully. "Do you think we couldn't walk
+along the edge? I'm not so sure it wouldn't be the best. We should be
+certain to know our way then, when once we got to the coast."
+
+"S'pose we was to fall over?" urged Duncan.
+
+"Oh, it is just the best idea of all!" Elsie cried, clapping her hands.
+"We'll just find the sea first of all; and won't it be a real bonny
+sight, with the ships sailing on it. Then we'll go along till we get
+into England, and any one'll tell us the way to London. This turning
+seems the most like going straight, so we'll take it."
+
+This knotty point decided, Elsie tripped along with no sort of
+misgiving. Duncan was by no means so sure. He had received geography
+lessons, in which he had been told how many hundred miles long Scotland
+was, and he had a sort of dim suspicion that London must be farther off
+than Elsie thought; but he did not feel much uneasiness.
+
+After a while the road became rough and uneven, and at last it turned
+sharp round in the wrong direction, but just beyond them the low wall
+suddenly ended in a scattered heap of stony fragments, and the grass
+stretched fresh and green away to the hills.
+
+"Come on, Duncan!" Elsie cried, dragging him after her on to the grass.
+"We'll be seeing the sea from that hill, I'll be bound!"
+
+The hill was farther away than it looked, but they reached it after a
+good sharp scamper. "And now we'll just be after eating a bit of
+something before we go any farther," Elsie said, dropping down on the
+grass, very hot and breathless.
+
+"I s'pose there'll be shops by-and-by," Duncan said, "or a farm, where
+we can get a drink of milk."
+
+Elsie was thirsty, but she was not going to be daunted by such a small
+inconvenience.
+
+They began hopefully to climb the hill. As they mounted they began to
+find it steep and tiring. After ten minutes they stopped short, fairly
+out of breath. To her disgust and surprise, Elsie found that the
+distance to the top of the hill looked even greater than when they had
+been quite down at the bottom of it, and steeper a very great deal.
+They rested for a while, catching hold of the tough heather stalks to
+prevent them from slipping, then went on again, on and on, with
+by-and-by another pause for breath. There was plenty of fun and
+excitement in the climb, the only drawback being the weight and
+inconvenience of their strong rough boots and Elsie's basket, which,
+however, were each of them too useful to be left behind.
+
+At last, however, the children reached the top, and Elsie stood still,
+and looked all round in eager hope.
+
+But, alas! the sight that met her view was one of keen disappointment.
+The side of the hill descended very steeply into a narrow valley,
+through which flowed a small stream. Beyond were hills stretching as far
+as she could see, until their tall peaks mingled with the clouds. Just
+then the sun disappeared, black shadows crept rapidly over the
+mountain-tops, the whole landscape appeared dark, gloomy, and frowning.
+Nowhere all around was a sight of any living thing, except a few sheep
+perched far up on a steep crag. Presently masses of vapour gathered over
+the hills, and began to roll down their sides, hiding first one and then
+another. Elsie turned away with a shudder. The cows feeding on the
+smooth grass below, the very sight of the road, lonely and deserted
+though it was, seemed cheerful indeed, compared with the awful
+loneliness of those grim, endless hills.
+
+"It's no use going this way," she said, with a little shiver. "The sea
+is farther off than I thought. We should lose ourselves among the hills;
+and it's so cold up here, and not a soul to tell us the way, not even a
+shepherd. Let's go back."
+
+They began to descend by a circuitous route, for the side was steep
+enough to make it a matter for care, and in places the soil was boggy,
+and in others the rocky ground had broken and crumbled away, leaving
+sharp precipitous edges.
+
+When at last they reached the even space, there was no sign of a road to
+be seen. "It must be just over there," Elsie said, in some bewilderment.
+"Perhaps there's a bank at the side hiding it."
+
+"We've come down quite a different place to where we went up," said
+Duncan, slowly. "D'you think we're lost, Elsie?"
+
+"No, of course not," Elsie replied, confidently. "Come on, Duncan; the
+road can't be far off."
+
+Duncan followed without a word. He was beginning to feel a bit tired,
+and somehow he could not help giving a thought to the snug kitchen at
+home, with the little wooden arm-chair in which he was accustomed to sit
+when he was done up with running about. The sight of the cottage would
+have been far more welcome to him even than that of the unknown father
+they were seeking. But he kept his thoughts to himself.
+
+They found a roadway after a goodish bit of running hither and thither.
+Elsie had been wise enough to avoid the hills, for the day had clouded
+over and a chill breeze had sprung up. It was dull enough even here, far
+worse away among the steeps and hollows.
+
+"I don't think we shall get to London very soon," Duncan ventured to
+say, after a while. "There isn't any one to ask the way. Do you think
+we've got near the end of Scotland yet?"
+
+"We shan't get to London to-night," Elsie said, with the air of one who
+knew all about it. "Of course I knew that all along. We shall have to
+get a night's lodging, and go on to-morrow."
+
+"But who'll give it to us?" asked the practical Duncan. "There isn't any
+houses."
+
+"Oh, well! we shall come to some," Elsie said.
+
+"Do you think I might take off my boots and stockings? they seem so
+heavy like," Duncan asked.
+
+"If you like to carry 'em," Elsie replied shortly. "We'll want 'em when
+we get to London. Hark! I can hear a cart coming."
+
+Yes, sure enough there was a sound of wheels, and presently there came
+into sight a man driving a small cart, drawn by a miserable,
+starved-looking horse, that shambled along with its head held down as if
+ready to drop. The cart was a dilapidated-looking affair, and the man
+who drove was well in keeping with his vehicle. He was clad in tattered
+garments, surmounted by an old sack, fastened together round his
+shoulders with a wooden skewer. His hair was coarse and matted, looking
+as if a comb had never made acquaintance with it, his face unmistakably
+emaciated, in spite of the dark hue it wore from constant exposure.
+
+As he gradually overtook them, Elsie stood by the roadside, and beckoned
+to him to stop.
+
+"How far are we from the houses?" she asked.
+
+The man scratched his head and stared for a few seconds, then he
+replied, "Don't know of none this side o' Killochrie."
+
+"How far is Killochrie?" Elsie asked.
+
+"Weel, seven miles and a bittock--so--more or less."
+
+Elsie stood still in perplexity. A Scottish mile is reckoned to be two
+English ones, and the bittock might mean anything--another Scottish mile
+or two, as the case might be. The prospect was not encouraging.
+
+"Isn't there any house at all?" Elsie asked.
+
+"Well, there's not to say a house--a croft or two an' a cottage. Where
+would you be going?"
+
+"Oh, to Killochrie, that's just where!" Elsie answered very quickly,
+with a glance at Duncan.
+
+"Ah, weel!" the man replied, waiting in stock silence for some one else
+to speak.
+
+"Can you tell us the time?" Elsie asked.
+
+"It might be five, or getting on to six, thereabouts," the man replied.
+
+So late, and a matter of fifteen miles about to the nearest
+resting-place! What was to be done?
+
+"Are you going to Killochrie?" Elsie asked suddenly.
+
+"Weel, noa, not that--along the road."
+
+"Would you mind our getting into the cart?"
+
+The man scratched his head again, and looked at her in silence. Elsie
+began to think he was a little daft. Presently he replied, "You maun sit
+on it, if you like."
+
+"On what?" Elsie asked sharply.
+
+"The fish," the man replied.
+
+Elsie and Duncan had both noticed a strange odour, which Elsie
+attributed to a stagnant pool of water near which they were standing.
+She now peered over the side of the cart, which was more like a lidless
+box on wheels than anything else, and she perceived that it was full of
+fish. The man occupied the only available sitting-place in front. What
+was to be done? Elsie looked all along the road. There was no sign of
+any other vehicle, not even a person to be seen. Their choice plainly
+lay between walking the whole distance or riding in the cart.
+
+"We are very tired," Elsie said, dubiously. "Shall we get in, Duncan?"
+
+Oh, how the vision of home rose up before Duncan's longing eyes! Mother
+would be at home now, just sitting down to tea, perhaps.
+
+"If you'd like to," he said, without much interest.
+
+"Ye might take the sack," the man said good-naturedly, unskewering it,
+and laying it down on top of the mass the cart contained. It was really
+a kind action, for Elsie noticed that the rags he wore had nothing of
+warmth about them, and the air was already tolerably sharp and keen.
+
+The children scrambled in on the top of the sack, and the man bent his
+energies to starting his old horse once more on his shambling trot.
+
+When the children had got a little bit accustomed to the cart Elsie
+opened her basket to get some bread, for they were ravenously hungry.
+Just then the man turned round; his eye lighted with a hungry, almost
+wolfish, glance on the sweet white bread and firm yellow cheese. "Will
+you have some?" Elsie asked, almost in fear, for he looked so fierce.
+
+In reply he stretched out his hand, greedily seized the remaining
+portion of their loaf which Elsie was just about to divide, and without
+a word of apology, devoured it like a hungry animal.
+
+
+CHAPTER VII.--THE CROFTER'S COTTAGE.
+
+So far as speed went, the children might as well have walked. The poor
+old horse, as miserable and starved-looking as his master, kept steadily
+on, with a sort of halting trot, varied every now and then by an awkward
+stumble, which was saved from being a fall by the man's prompt use of
+the reins.
+
+It seemed as if they were hours on the road. The murky atmosphere,
+obscured by storm-clouds, made the evening grow dark earlier than is
+usual in northern latitudes. The heavy rumbling of the wretched vehicle,
+the cramped position in which they were obliged to sit, the fatigue of a
+long day's walking without rest or refreshment, the dreariness of the
+road and chill aspect of the weather, combined to make this journey as
+miserable a one as it well could be. Yet it was only the very beginning
+of the troubles Elsie had brought upon herself and Duncan.
+
+She was not feeling in the best spirits just now, but she buoyed herself
+up by thinking of the future, and telling herself that every one who
+ever ran away from home had some adventures that seemed trying at the
+time, though they were quite interesting to hear of afterwards, and she
+tried to picture herself being put in a book as a heroine. And she was
+not in the least daunted, only inclined to feel very cross and snappish.
+
+Duncan sat huddled up in a corner, with a face that might have served
+for a Dutch doll, it was so blank and wooden. He was not the sort of boy
+to cry, but down in his heart there was a very forlorn feeling, which he
+would not like Elsie to have known anything about.
+
+Presently a drop of rain spattered on to Elsie's forehead--another, and
+another--and then, down it came in torrents. To Elsie's despair, the
+horse slackened his already slow pace, and finally stood still,
+trembling and snorting. They were on an open road, with not even a tree
+near by for shelter.
+
+"Why don't he go on?" Elsie cried out.
+
+"The rain blinds her. She can't see," the man replied.
+
+"Then why don't you lead her?" Elsie cried, in her peremptory fashion.
+
+Elsie was more inclined than ever to think that the man must be a little
+daft. He got down, and did as she had told him. It seemed as if he had
+not thought of it before. He was so dazed and muddle-headed, that he
+would have sat apathetically on his seat, waiting for the horse to go
+on, although he could certainly get no wetter than he was by walking.
+
+The rain had added the last drop to their cup of discomfort. The
+children were wet through in a very short time, and they were far better
+clad than the man.
+
+They went along in dismal procession, all reeking wet. It was now
+tolerably dark, and not a soul passed them. There was clearly nothing
+for it but to persuade the man to take them in at his cottage. Elsie
+began now to wonder what sort of a place so miserable-looking a creature
+lived in.
+
+During this latter part of their journey, Duncan, too, had been
+wondering where they would sleep; but it was no good asking, he said to
+himself, for if Elsie didn't know she couldn't tell him, and he supposed
+she'd find out some place as soon as she could.
+
+At last Elsie, straining her eyes through the gloom, could make out a
+twinkling light or two, and something like a cottage. The roadside was
+no longer open, but had the low stone walls so familiar to Scottish
+eyes. As they drew near Elsie could see that the tiny tenement was only
+some crofter's cottage, and that the walls enclosed his bit of land, not
+large enough to dignify with the name of farm. Then it suddenly dawned
+upon her that their friend of the cart was most likely one of these
+crofters, whose poverty and hardships she had often heard her mother and
+grandmother talk of.
+
+They stopped at last before another of these tiny hovels, much farther
+up the road. A faint light struggled through the small thick panes of
+glass of a window little more than a half-yard square. The door opened
+as they drew up, and a woman came out, talking very fast and shrilly in
+the native Gaelic, which the children had often heard spoken, but
+understood scarcely at all. Elsie could make out that she was scolding
+very much, but that was all. As she came near her eyes fell upon the two
+children. She stood still for a moment, her voluble speech checked by
+amazement and dismay.
+
+Elsie sprang out, and seized the moment. "We are wet through with the
+rain," she said; "and it is a long way yet to Killochrie. I have some
+pennies I will give you if you will let us stay to-night in your
+cottage."
+
+The woman stood eyeing her cautiously. So little as Elsie could see of
+her, she was not a pleasant-looking individual. She seemed to be a big
+bony creature, with loose locks of hair hanging about her face, and
+great bare arms held a-kimbo.
+
+"Show me the money," the woman said, holding out her hand greedily.
+
+Elsie hesitated, for the incident with the bread made her afraid of
+letting her whole stock be seen, but the rain was still pouring down,
+and a night's shelter must be secured somehow. She drew her handkerchief
+out of her pocket, and untying the knots, tried to slip a few pennies
+out, and keep the others unobserved among the folds.
+
+[Illustration: "THE CHILDREN ... MADE THEIR WAY UP TO THE COTTAGE
+DOOR."]
+
+But the woman watched her fumbling movements very narrowly, and suddenly
+made a dart at the handkerchief, chinking the copper coins together,
+with a rattle that betrayed them at once.
+
+"I will take care of them," the woman said, holding out her hand. "Go
+in, then--you can," she added, with a shrug of the shoulder which did
+not express a very warm welcome.
+
+However, there was nothing else to be done, so the children, Elsie
+leading Duncan by the hand, made their way up to the cottage door, while
+the woman went off with her husband to some unknown region, either to
+assist him with the horse, or, what was much more likely, to talk to him
+about the strange load he had brought home with him.
+
+Elsie thought she had never seen anything so horrible as the sight that
+greeted her when she pushed the door wide open, and stood on the
+threshold of the crofter's home.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+The tiny place was dirty in the extreme. The floor, which had been of
+boards, had rotted away in several places, showing the bare ground
+beneath. A broken rickety table and a few dilapidated chairs and stools
+were the only furniture, with the exception of an old clock standing
+against one of the walls. A shelf in one corner displayed a few odd
+pieces of coarse crockery, for the most part chipped and cracked, and
+some pieces of bread.
+
+Elsie perceiving a door, ventured to lift the latch and look in. It
+opened into a still smaller apartment, the principal part of which was
+occupied by something on the floor intended for a bed, where two
+children lay sleeping. The ceiling was very low, and had an open space
+at one end, with a ladder, which appeared to lead into a kind of loft,
+where onions seemed to be stored, by the odour coming from it. As far as
+she could discover, these comprised the whole accommodation of the
+crofter's cottage.
+
+While Elsie was wondering where they would have to sleep, the man and
+woman came in. Elsie had stripped off her soaking jacket, and was
+standing near the smoky peat fire, endeavouring to dry her wet skirts
+and feet. Poor Duncan had no outer coat to protect him, and was
+consequently wet to the very skin. He was standing in his shirt-sleeves,
+shivering, by Elsie's side.
+
+"What is your name?" the woman asked of Elsie, in the slow measured
+accents of one who speaks a language not perfectly familiar.
+
+"Our name is Grosvenor," Elsie said, with a warning glance at Duncan,
+which, however, the woman's quick eyes noted.
+
+"What for you are going to Killochrie by yourselves?"
+
+"Our mother is dead, and we are going to find our father," Elsie
+replied. "We were living with some one who was unkind to us."
+
+"Oh, Elsie!" Duncan whispered, under his breath; but Elsie checked him
+peremptorily. Poor Duncan had never felt so wretched in his life before.
+
+"Where was that?" the woman asked.
+
+"Oh! a long way off," Elsie replied. "We've come miles and miles."
+
+"What you call the place you ran away from?" the woman asked, angrily.
+
+"It hadn't got any particular name," Elsie replied. "It was out on the
+moor."
+
+"You will know the way back?" the woman asked.
+
+"But I am not going back," Elsie said, defiantly. "We are going to
+Killochrie to-morrow morning."
+
+The woman only smiled grimly, and pointing to two stools, signified to
+the children that they might sit down.
+
+"Will you give us something to eat?" Elsie asked. "We are hungry--he
+took our bread and cheese."
+
+"Cheese?" the woman said, eagerly. "Where is it?"
+
+"He ate it," Elsie replied.
+
+"The pig! the greedy one!" the woman cried, angrily, as she reached down
+a plate of bread from the corner shelf.
+
+It was coarse and stale, but the children were too hungry to be
+disdainful. At home they would have scorned such a supper with infinite
+disgust, but now they ate it readily.
+
+Presently, however, the woman got some more plates, and taking the lid
+off an iron pot that stood beside the fire, she ladled out a mass of
+what proved to be boiled onions. Having served her husband and herself,
+she handed a small quantity to the children, which they found palatable
+and comfortable in their wet, cold condition.
+
+When this frugal meal was ended, she signed to them to follow her, and
+taking them into the next apartment, led the way up the ladder. They
+found themselves presently in a tiny loft, where all sorts of rubbish
+was stored, together with a stack of onions. The woman cleared a space
+by piling the things together in a more huddled mass than they were
+already, and bringing several sacks out of the confusion, threw them
+down on the floor to form a bed.
+
+"Is that where we are to sleep?" Elsie asked. "What are we to have over
+us?"
+
+The woman pointed to one of the sacks.
+
+"Look how wet my frock is!" Elsie cried, almost in despair. "Can't you
+give us something to put over us while our things are getting dry?"
+
+The woman went rummaging among the lumber, and presently brought out a
+ragged, old gown of her own. Elsie took it from her almost with a
+shudder of loathing.
+
+She took off her sopping frock, and gave it to the woman to hang up.
+Then she rolled Robbie up in one of the sacks as well as she could, and
+spread another for him to lie down upon, leaving herself one sack to
+serve as a bed, and only the old rags the woman had given her for a
+covering.
+
+They lay down, not in the highest possible spirits. Elsie was so angry
+at being robbed of her food and of her money, that she dwelt more upon
+this grievance than the wretched discomfort they were enduring, until
+she heard a faint sound of sobbing emerging from the sack in which
+Duncan was encased.
+
+That sound smote her with an uncomfortable sense of reproach. "Never
+mind, dear," she whispered softly; "it'll be all right to-morrow. Get to
+sleep and forget it."
+
+"If it were not for being poked up in this loft, I'd slip out, without
+bidding them 'good-bye,' as soon as it is light to-morrow morning,"
+Elsie said to herself, with an uneasy reflection of what disagreeable
+greedy people they seemed to be. "Any way, we won't stay a minute longer
+than we're obliged."
+
+Fortunately for Elsie, she had no idea how long that was to be. Nance
+Ferguson knew what she was doing, and why she had put them up in the
+loft.
+
+(_To be continued._)
+
+
+
+
+HINTS ON CANVASINE PAINTING.
+
+
+This is the art of colouring a photograph so as to imitate an
+oil-painting. Although we know that no imitation of this kind can ever
+reach the perfection of the real article, yet we can obtain very fair
+copies. The work, when well done, is really pretty, and it makes a good
+show on the walls. It is not at all difficult, and those who have a
+slight knowledge of painting can easily accomplish some creditable
+pieces that they will enjoy seeing in their rooms, and that their
+friends will consider welcome presents. The colours are unobjectionable
+as regards smell, for they have none, and the work is clean, and can be
+rapidly done.
+
+The choice of the photograph is of importance, for it must be a good
+one, and suitable for the purpose. Those taken from the pictures in the
+Munich, Dresden, and Italian galleries will be found best to select
+from. The outlines of the subject should be well defined, and the whole
+photograph clear and distinct. It is advisable to begin on figure
+subjects, as they are easiest, and certainly the most effective. The
+picture should not contain many figures, or they must necessarily in
+that case be small, and some difficulty will, in consequence, be met
+with in colouring them. Young amateurs seem to think that small pieces
+are more within their province: they are afraid to attempt a larger
+size, but we assure them this is a fallacy. Minute details require great
+care, and it is more awkward to get small washes level than larger ones.
+
+The first thing to be done is to buy our materials, and these we can get
+all neatly arranged in a box. The colours are: two flesh tints, light
+and golden yellow, vermilion and carmine, blue, violet, purple, light
+and wood brown, green, and black. All the colours are dry, except black;
+and ordinary Chinese white is used, as there is no white specially made
+for canvasine.
+
+There are two bottles of medium, one adhesive and one preservative.
+Camel's-hair brushes of various sizes, canvas and stretchers, a roller,
+and a squeegee, or presser, are also requisite.
+
+Having all our materials at hand, let us set to work. The stretcher has
+been bought to suit the size of the photograph, but probably the latter
+will have to be cut a little round the edges, to make it just about an
+eighth of an inch smaller than the former. Take some of the prepared
+canvas, and cut it an inch and a half larger than the photo; wet it
+thoroughly, and fasten it to a board with drawing-pins, the prepared
+side uppermost. The back of the photo will require to be rubbed with
+glass-paper, if it is a thick one; not otherwise, for fear of making
+holes in it. To manage this carefully is important.
+
+A sheet of clean paper should be laid on a drawing-board, and the photo
+placed on it face downwards, and firmly secured with drawing-pins. Now
+rub it gently with the glass-paper, until the picture is rendered
+semi-transparent. Then take it from the board, and give it a bath in the
+solution. Lay it in a dish, and cover it entirely with the solution,
+letting it remain there for a few minutes; lift it out, and again lay it
+on the board face downwards, and with a small sponge dab off any
+superfluity of liquid. Pour that which is left in the dish back into the
+bottle.
+
+The bottle of canvasine adhesive is next needed. With a brush well
+filled with it, lay a thick coating all over the back of the photo as
+evenly as possible, then take up the picture, and place it in exact
+position on the canvas which is stretched on the board, and now the face
+must be uppermost. Notice particularly that the photo lies straight with
+the threads of canvas; if it is crookedly placed it cannot be expected
+to look well; the perpendicular and horizontal threads should run
+perfectly level with the top and bottom and sides of the picture. Press
+down the photo with the hand, and then slightly roll it out.
+
+Take another piece of canvas of the same size as the first: this has now
+to be pressed thoroughly, the roller being passed in every direction
+over the surface. Continue rolling it for five minutes or more, so that
+the canvas lines become indented in the paper and are distinctly
+visible. Watch it constantly during the process, and if it does not
+adhere quite firmly to the stretched canvas, put a little more adhesive
+solution round the edges, and pass the presser quickly up and down over
+the photo, still with the spare canvas between, to rid it of all
+air-bubbles; then repeat the rolling.
+
+Not until every part of the photo adheres, and all the canvas lines are
+clearly marked, must the process of rolling be discontinued. After this,
+the photo must be allowed to dry gradually, still stretched on the
+board. No painting must be attempted until it is quite dry, which it
+will be in about three hours. Some prefer to paint it when it is so far
+prepared, and afterwards to fix it on the stretcher; others consider the
+better plan is to fix it first on the wooden stretcher and then to paint
+it; but this is a matter of choice, and workers may follow either plan
+with equal chances of success.
+
+To stretch it, we must proceed in the following manner. Lay the canvas
+evenly on the frame and nail it over the back; when all four sides are
+thus secured, take the wedges, and hammer them into the holes made
+purposely for them until the canvas is sufficiently stretched. Be
+careful to place the board in a good light for painting; it takes much
+longer to do, and cannot be done half as well either, if the worker sits
+so that the shadow of her hand falls on the picture. A piece of clean
+writing-paper to place at times under the hand to prevent finger-marks
+may be found useful.
+
+Now for the painting. We will begin with the face. In colouring
+photographs, the paints have to be constantly washed off, and it is a
+well-known fact that nothing does this so well as the tongue, because it
+acts on the photo so as to remove all grease better than anything else
+will: but some people will perhaps be somewhat afraid thus to wet the
+surface, on account of the nature of the paints. The tongue may,
+however, be used at any rate for the flesh parts, and a small wet sponge
+can be employed for the rest of the picture. Wet the complexion over
+with the tongue, then wash in the shadows with some flesh shadow
+mixture, to which a little canvasine medium and water have been added,
+and wipe it off again at once. Pay attention to the shadows that they
+are of the right tints: for fair children they will be of a slightly
+blue hue; for dark complexions a little wood brown must be added to the
+shadow colour. Now lay over the complexion a wash of flesh-tint No. 1,
+and wipe it off again directly; repeat the wash as often as necessary
+until a good colour is obtained. Sometimes as many as six applications
+are needed; the great point is to get a good even layer of colour. In
+rendering dark complexions, a trifle of wood brown may be added to flesh
+No. 2, and this will give the requisite depth of colour. Put in the warm
+complexion-tints with flesh No. 2. Place a drop of it, modified with No.
+1, over the whole cheek, and wipe it off again immediately. Repeat until
+the right strength of colour is secured; deepen the tint as it nears the
+centre of the cheek, so as to preserve the rounded appearance that is
+one of the greatest charms that youth and beauty possess. Strengthen the
+shadows under eyes and eyebrows, round the nostrils, and on the chin.
+
+Mixtures of blue and brown, and of green and brown, serve for the
+demi-tints which soften the deep shadows by gentle gradations into the
+local colouring. The tints may be effectually blended into one another
+by an occasional wash of flesh No. 1 being carried over the whole.
+
+Between each operation the colour must be dabbed off as soon as it has
+had time to sink into the photograph; it must not in any case be
+allowed to rest long, or the wash will dry spotty, and when that
+happens it is exceedingly difficult to remedy. The draperies are washed
+in before the details of the face are begun, as when the latter are
+painted the colours must not be wiped off afterwards; they are not
+treated in the same way as the washes, but more as finishing-touches.
+
+Draperies and backgrounds are laid in with a full brush in broad washes,
+the photograph being first damped slightly with canvasine medium; the
+colours are laid on freely with decisive strokes, and sponged off, the
+washes being continued until the tint is dark enough. Skies may be
+represented with blue tinged with green, and when dry, some light clouds
+may be dabbled in with Chinese white.
+
+Now we return to the face. With flesh No. 2 touch in the lips carefully,
+and shade the tint off gently, for they must on no account look hard;
+also mark in the nostrils with a little of the same, but now the colour
+must not be washed off. For the eyes, use blue, brown, or grey, as
+requisite; grey is composed of a mixture of blue and brown. The pupil of
+the eye is put in with black, and the light with a touch of Chinese
+white. In the corner of the eye a trifle of flesh No. 2 will be needed.
+The eyebrows should be rather darker in colour than the hair, but they
+must not be too heavily painted; the best plan is to wash them in with a
+lighter tint first, working them up afterwards with a fine brush and
+almost dry colour of a darker shade. The eyelashes, too, must be washed
+in along the eyelid, and then a few hairs marked out with the point of
+the brush. It would never do to put them in entirely in thin fine
+strokes, for they would be sure to look hard. A little blue added to
+brown will make a tint dark enough for most purposes, and the use of
+black should be avoided whenever possible.
+
+The hair will need our next consideration. For fair hair, golden brown
+must be employed; it is applied in washes, wiped off as before, and
+repeated until the desired depth of local colouring is obtained; the
+shadows are worked in with light brown, the lights with a little Chinese
+white. For dark hair, use wood-brown and sienna; and the darkest hair
+may be rendered with washes of blue, which must be applied before the
+sienna, with Chinese white used freely for the lights. Colour which has
+once been allowed to sink in cannot be removed, therefore we must be
+careful not to use a wrong one, or even too dark a shade. Then, again,
+colours dry darker than they appear when first laid on, so we must take
+the precaution to make our washes lighter than we intend them to be when
+finished.
+
+Beautiful tints can be produced by the admixture of the colours, and
+charming effects by the juxtaposition of colours that form an agreeable
+contrast.
+
+[Illustration: "A FOX AND OTHER COUNTRY FOLK UPON THE BEACH HAD MET."]
+
+
+
+
+A RACE ON THE SANDS.
+
+
+    One cool and pleasant afternoon,
+      Before the sun was set,
+    A fox and other country folk
+      Upon the beach had met.
+    The creeping tide far out had ebb'd,
+      And by the shelving strand
+    There stretch'd a wide and level plain
+      Of glist'ning yellow sand.
+
+    The hare, the hound, the neighing steed,
+      The lowing ox, the deer,
+    The sheep, the hog, the braying ass,
+      The sea-gulls hovering near,
+    With groups of various birds and beasts,
+      Of sorts both tall and scrimp,
+    Were gather'd there upon the sands;
+      And thither came a shrimp.
+
+    Now Reynard, who was eager bent
+      Upon some cunning wile,
+    Did boldly challenge any beast
+      To race with him a mile.
+    But when nor horse, nor hare, nor hound
+      His challenge would receive,
+    Up started Shrimp, and cried, "Good sir,
+      To race you give me leave."
+
+    A burst of merriment then brake
+      From all the beasts around,
+    The westward-sinking sun did smile,
+      Though he utter'd not a sound.
+    Then out spoke Reynard, red with rage,
+      "Thou mak'st a mocking boast!"
+    But near him whisper'd Master Hare,
+      "Forget not how I lost."
+
+    The race anon was quickly plann'd,
+      Eftsoons a judge was nam'd,
+    And Fox and Shrimp quite ready stood,
+      Though Shrimp seem'd half-asham'd.
+    And now they start, one, two, away!
+      See, Reynard darts ahead,
+    Unconscious that sly Shrimp had jump'd
+      Upon his tail outspread.
+
+    There snug he lay, so close and warm,
+      While Reynard tore apace,
+    And laugh'd, as only shrimps can laugh,
+      In his comfortable place.
+    At length, as Reynard near'd the goal,
+      He slowly slacken'd speed,
+    And stopping, ere he touch'd the post,
+      He turn'd--he did indeed.
+
+    Then off hopp'd Shrimp, and stood at once
+      Up at the winning-place;
+    While Reynard still look'd back and cried,
+      "How now, who wins the race!
+    Where are you, villain? where are you?
+      Not e'en in sight, I trow!"
+    "Nay, pardon, sir," behind him cried
+      That sly Shrimp with a bow.
+
+    Then Reynard, all abash'd, did stare
+      To find himself outdone!
+    While the jeering crowd, in high delight,
+      Went wild at all the fun.
+    But Reynard could not bear their gibes:
+      He slunk in haste away;
+    Nor ever guess'd how Shrimp contriv'd
+      To win the race that day.
+
+
+
+
+THE KING AND QUEEN'S QUARREL.
+
+(NARRATED BY A DOLL).
+
+
+I was very pleased indeed, when I first came into the world, to find
+that I was to become the property of a King and Queen. I had seen a
+great deal of life through my shop-window, and had come to the
+conclusion that I was formed for high society. So therefore, when my new
+mistress said to me, "Dolly, I am the Queen to-day, and Bertie is the
+King," I was not at all surprised, but held myself as firmly as before.
+
+[Illustration: "THE KING AND QUEEN SAT TOGETHER."]
+
+The King and Queen sat together on one chair, which I suppose is the
+constant habit of Kings and Queens. They were both very nice and neat,
+for the nurse had just brushed their hair. The Queen was four years old,
+and the King was six. And they were both the very prettiest children you
+could see.
+
+The little Queen had a blue print frock, and a little round face. She
+had pretty shy eyes that looked out from beneath a shock of curly hair.
+The little King was very pretty too. And he liked to play with dolls,
+which I always think is a nice trait of character in a boy.
+
+"Oh, what a lovely doll!" cried the Queen, when she first saw me. I may
+repeat it without vanity, for I suppose it was true. Anyway it is
+exactly what everybody said the moment they set eyes on me. People
+always praise dolls to their faces, and that is what makes us look so
+conceited. Even when we are old, and battered, and worn-out we still
+preserve a somewhat conceited air--we still look pleased and proud of
+ourselves so long as there is one little child who loves us, and who
+thinks us pretty still.
+
+The King and Queen sat down together on their throne, and were as happy
+as happy could be. The little Queen's feet dangled a good way off the
+ground, but she did not mind that in the least. She put one chubby arm
+round her brother to keep her quite firm, and the other arm was round
+me.
+
+When a nice little fat, dimpled arm holds me tightly against a loving
+heart, I feel very pleased and happy. If I were a pussy-cat I should
+purr, for I feel that I am in my right place.
+
+"Now I am King and you are Queen," said the little boy; "and everybody
+that comes in must bow to us."
+
+"Dolly shall be the Princess," said the little girl, in a voice like
+that of a cooing dove.
+
+"Her name must be Sophonisba," said the little boy gravely. "That sounds
+something like a Princess."
+
+"Topanithba," repeated the little girl, very much pleased; and she
+pressed me close to her heart.
+
+Suddenly a cloud passed over the face of the little boy. He looked at me
+hard for a minute, and then he spoke.
+
+"No, that won't do at all," he said; "I am an old French King, and we're
+under the old Salic law. She mustn't be a Princess, or she'll never come
+to the throne. We must pretend she is a Prince, and we'll call her
+Jack."
+
+You should have seen the little girl's face at this. All the dimples
+went out of it, and she looked quite frightened.
+
+"Oh, don't call her Jack, dear," she cried; "it's so ugly. And I'd
+rather she was a Princess."
+
+[Illustration: "HE TURNED HIS BACK TO HER" (_p. 79_).]
+
+"Then she'll never come to the throne," said the boy solemnly. "I read
+it lately in my history."
+
+Here the little girl looked much inclined to cry.
+
+"Oh, don't say she won't come to the throne!" she cried piteously. "I
+like my Princess Sophonisba so much."
+
+"She'll never come to the throne," said the King, laying down the law
+with his fore-finger; "a Princess is no good at all. She's a stupid."
+
+"Well, she shan't be called Jack," said the Queen, plucking up a little
+spirit.
+
+[Illustration: "IN A MOMENT SHE WAS UPON A CHAIR" (_p. 81_).]
+
+"Then I shan't play," said the little King, at once jumping down off the
+chair.
+
+The little Queen put her finger in her mouth, and looked as if she did
+not quite know what to do. She did not care to play without Bertie, but
+she wanted to have her own way. She glanced at Bertie out of the corner
+of her eye. He turned his back to her directly, and would not look her
+in the face. Yes, there was no doubt about it--she could tell it from
+the look of his shoulders--Bertie was in the sulks.
+
+All their play was spoilt. The throne was deserted, the sceptre laid
+down. They did not care to be King or Queen by themselves.
+
+"I shall go down to mamma, then," said the Queen, and she put me down on
+the chair, and went off.
+
+For some time Bertie stood in the corner, looking very cross. Then he
+looked round, and began wondering when May would come back. Next he
+commenced to cry.
+
+"Naughty girl! naughty girl! I don't want her to come back!" and he took
+a piece of string out of his pocket, and kept slashing it against his
+sleeve as he spoke.
+
+Suddenly, in the midst of his temper, he caught sight of me.
+
+"Nasty doll!" he cried; "we should never have quarrelled if it hadn't
+been for you! You shall be a boy," he added, sternly; "for I'll cut all
+your hair off!"
+
+A shudder went through me. Unfortunately the nursery scissors were lying
+on the table--he took them up, and in a minute it was done. Clip, clip,
+went the scissors, as if they were pleased, and nearly the whole of my
+flaxen curls lay scattered on the floor. How I looked I don't know, but
+I think Bertie was a little frightened when he saw what he had done. I
+don't think he was anxious for his sister to see me, so he jumped up on
+the fender and put me on top of the mantel-piece.
+
+Here I lay, with my feet dangling down off the side, about as
+uncomfortable as a doll could be. Nearly all my hair was cut short, my
+hat had fallen off in the fray, and I found myself in a position of much
+discomfort, and even danger. I could see nothing that went on in the
+room, and the heat of the stove was fast melting my beautiful
+complexion. I tried to look like a Princess, but it was hard.
+
+The nursery-door opened, and the little girl came back. In a minute she
+ran up to the chair where she had left me, and then looked at her
+brother.
+
+"Where's dolly?" she cried, and she looked anxiously round.
+
+"I shan't tell you," said Bertie, beginning to look frightened.
+
+"Oh, dolly, dolly; where is my dolly?" cried the little girl, and how I
+longed for a voice that could answer her. I could hear her going all
+round the room, pulling open drawers and cupboards, and hunting for me,
+but I never said a word.
+
+Suddenly I heard a cry. She had come to the hearth-rug, where lay the
+scissors, and nearly all my beautiful flaxen curls on the floor.
+
+[Illustration: "SO THEY MADE IT UP" (_p. 81_).]
+
+"Oh, my dear dolly! my dear dolly! He's cut off her hair. Oh, you cruel
+boy!" cried the little Queen, and she sat down and cried as if her heart
+would break. Then she glanced up, and caught sight of where I lay,
+placidly reposing on the mantel-piece with my eyes turned up to the
+ceiling. In a moment she was upon a chair, and ready to fetch me down,
+when what with the chair being unsteady, and her eyes being full of
+tears, the chair slipped beneath her, and down she fell on the floor.
+
+[Illustration: THE DISCONTENTED KINGFISHER. (_See p. 81._)]
+
+Poor little Queen, she was in a very bad way! Her head fell against the
+fender, and hurt her very much, she sobbed and cried both with the
+fright and the pain. Nurse came running up, and took her on her knee,
+and it was a long time before she could console her.
+
+"My dolly, my dolly!" she cried between her tears, and the nurse took me
+down from the mantel-piece, and gave me to her. How she did cry over me!
+I felt dreadfully vexed, because tears are fatal to my complexion.
+
+Bertie stood looking on frightened, and came up to look at his sister.
+
+"Go away, you naughty boy," cried nurse; "it's all your doing, and your
+sister will make herself ill with crying."
+
+When my little Queen heard Bertie being blamed she grew very quiet all
+at once. She gave her eyes a final wipe with her handkerchief, and she
+got off nurse's knee, and turned to Bertie. Bertie was crying too, and
+he had gone quite white with the fright that he got when he saw little
+May fall down.
+
+"Oh, May, I am so sorry, dear," he said; "will you kiss me, dear, and
+make it up? Do, please."
+
+No need to ask the little Queen twice; she threw her little arms round
+Bertie.
+
+"I am so sorry, May," he said; "I didn't know you would have cared so
+much."
+
+"Never mind, Bertie, dear," said the little Queen gently; and she tried
+to look cheerful, though I knew she was grieved to the heart. "Perhaps
+it's almost for the best," she whispered, softly; "for now she can be
+Prince or Princess, just whichever you like."
+
+So they made it up, and cried and laughed again, as is the way with
+these inferior mortals. I had remained calm all the time, which is the
+correct frame of mind in which a doll should take all vicissitudes of
+fortune, but the poor little Queen had cried till she had washed nearly
+all the colour off my face.
+
+I lived with the children for a long time after this, but I never saw
+them quarrel again. I took my part in many a game, and was sometimes a
+Princess to please the Queen, and sometimes a Prince because the King
+liked it best. I have even been dressed up as the Lord Chamberlain
+before now, and sometimes I have taken the part of the scullery-maid.
+But neither the King nor the Queen nor I have ever lost our temper
+again, and I flatter myself whatever part I have taken I have borne
+myself with dignity.
+
+    LUCIE COBBE.
+
+
+
+
+THE KINGFISHER AND THE FISHES.
+
+
+A Kingfisher sat on the edge of a boat that a young man had prepared for
+a fishing expedition. A box of bait and a bucket to hold the fish were
+on one of the benches, whilst a fishing-rod lay across the boat, and its
+long line had a float at the end of it.
+
+"What a shame it is!" said the Kingfisher, casting his eye upon the
+float. "Why should this man be taking fish from this part of the river,
+close by the spot where I have built my nest? And what a preparation he
+has made! Hooks, and all kinds of cruelty are known to him. I should be
+very sorry to be a man with such a love for killing."
+
+And the Kingfisher shook his head gravely, and looked into the water.
+
+"Yes," said he, "fish are moving towards that decoy. What a number of
+them! I may as well make a pounce myself. Since the man has put it
+there, why shouldn't I take advantage of it."
+
+So saying he gently rose and spread out his wings as softly as he could,
+but the movement scared the watchful fishes, who swam rapidly away
+towards the river-bank, whither the Kingfisher pursued them, perching on
+the bough of a tree and making a dart from it. He had almost succeeded
+in capturing one, but it escaped him. And then an old fish popping up
+her head for a minute said--
+
+"People are very ready to condemn others for doing what they are
+constantly doing themselves. Here are you trying to catch us yourself
+and yet professing to be very angry with those who are wishing to do the
+same."
+
+Thus saying she disappeared, leaving the Kingfisher to moralise upon her
+speech.
+
+This he did, observing--
+
+"There is something in what the fish says, and yet there's a difference
+between me and the young gentleman to whom the boat belongs. I am
+getting food for my family, whilst he is only amusing himself with
+angling for the fishes. His killing is sport, mine is necessity."
+
+    G.
+
+
+
+
+OUR SUNDAY AFTERNOONS.
+
+THE DREAM OF THE BARLEY CAKE.
+
+
+[Illustration: VIEW OF GAZA.]
+
+The Israelites were wild with terror. With blanched faces and starting
+eyes, they gazed upon one another in unspeakable agony, unable to ask
+the question which was pressing so heavily upon each heart--What would
+the end be?
+
+They had seen locusts coming in the distance, in swarms so dense as to
+darken the sky, more effectually than thickest, blackest clouds. They
+had watched them settle down on tree, bush, bright green meadow, and
+fields of waving corn. And they had trembled. For they knew that in an
+incredibly short time not a vestige of anything green would be left. For
+a swarm of locusts to visit the land they had thought one of the direst
+calamities that could come upon them. But now invaders as numerous and
+far more terrible had made their appearance.
+
+Crossing the Jordan by the ford near Bethshean, and pouring, like a
+torrent of infuriated waters, through the Valley of Jezreel, properly so
+called, which was the central of the three eastern arms of the great
+Plain of Esdraelon, had come vast hordes of Midianites, Amalekites, and
+other children of the East, true sons of the desert, who, like the Arabs
+of the present day, lived by plunder.
+
+Foremost amongst them rode their two great sheiks, or kings, whose
+haughty and lofty bearing bespoke their rank, and the obedience and
+submission which they were accustomed to receive. They were mounted on
+the finest of dromedaries, which seemed proud to carry their royal
+masters. Over the gay scarlet cloaks in which they were attired they
+wore chains of gold, with large drops, probably set with pearls; and
+their many moon-shaped ornaments and long bright spears glittered in the
+sunshine, as they rode proudly along.
+
+By their side, and also mounted on dromedaries, and with long sharp
+spears dangling over their shoulders, rode two subordinate sheiks, or
+"princes," the dark complexion and jet black hair of the one having
+given him the name of Oreb, or the raven, whilst the fierce countenance
+of the other had gained for him the title of Zeeb, or the wolf.
+Thousands upon thousands of men followed them, with ruthless faces
+dreadful to behold.
+
+On and on they went, through the Valley of Jezreel, across the smiling
+Plain of Esdraelon, along the banks of the Kishon, and into the fertile
+Plain of Akka, which lies round the Bay of Acre, and extends northwards
+for some distance along the shores of the Mediterranean Sea.
+
+Their object was not to conquer, only to plunder. But what terrible
+ravages they made! Better, far better, if the most dreaded cloud of
+locusts that had ever been known had come, and devoured all before them!
+A few days, and the destructive insects would have disappeared; but as
+for these heartless plunderers, when would their wild depredations
+cease?
+
+Before they entered the Plain of Esdraelon, fields of precious corn
+nodded in the breeze, and long grasses waved to and fro. Oxen, sheep,
+and asses grazed peacefully in rich green pastures; and the busy hum of
+populous cities and thriving villages might be heard afar. But as they
+went along, they destroyed or seized all that came in their way. The
+animals were slaughtered, the corn was reaped, and the green grass was
+trampled down by myriads of camels.
+
+The inhabitants of the villages, and even of the walled cities, fled at
+their approach, leaving, in their hurry, all their goods behind them,
+and their homes, that had been so happy, were ransacked.
+
+Never before had the verdant plains presented so desolate an appearance;
+and not an Israelite dared tarry behind to witness the destruction.
+
+The scared Israelites fled to the mountains, there taking refuge in the
+holes or caves that were ready for them, or hewing out, in the hard
+rock, rough chambers in which to hide.
+
+And still the mighty host went on; and still they were followed by fresh
+hordes as mighty and as reckless, till there seemed to be no end of them
+and their camels.
+
+Killing, plundering, laying waste, as they poured along, they left the
+land a sorrowful wreck behind them, and having utterly spoiled the plain
+of Akka, they turned southwards, and continued their march as far as
+Gaza, the southern limit of the territory of Israel.
+
+God was surely punishing them for their sins, the Israelites rightly
+thought; and they began to call to mind how they had forsaken His ways,
+and grieved Him with the blackness of their sins. What must become of
+them they scarcely dared think, as they huddled together in the dark
+holes in the rocks, their sunken-eyed wives wringing their hands in
+despair, and their hungry children crying for bread. No one would ever
+be able to drive out the terrible invaders. Not the boldest man in all
+Israel dared face them. Unopposed, they would continue their ravages;
+and the land that had flowed with milk and honey would soon be one vast
+ruin.
+
+The wild men of the desert spread their black tents over the land, and
+for multitude they could only be compared to the sands of the sea-shore,
+or uncountable myriads of locusts.
+
+All the Israelites together would but be as a handful, compared with the
+wild Arabs; and how could they hope ever to drive them out?
+
+"O Israel, trust thou in the Lord: He is their help and their shield!"
+When the human arm fails, there is help in the Lord Jehovah; and He can
+drive out the most dreaded foe.
+
+A solitary man, who was of the tribe of Manasseh, and who had got his
+name of Gideon, or _the hewer_, from his stature and his great strength,
+was threshing wheat by a winepress in Ophrah. His father had had a large
+farm, with smiling cornfields and sunny meadows; and Gideon had seen the
+day when he had ploughed with his yoked oxen, and when his patient
+animals had trodden out for him heaps of precious corn, and there was no
+sign of lack to any. But now, what a change had come! Instead of
+well-stored barns, he had only a little wheat, which he had contrived to
+conceal from the Arab invaders; and, instead of its being trodden out by
+plump oxen, he was glad to beat it with a stick, not possessing even the
+poor man's flail, and hiding in a winepress, where no one would expect
+to find him.
+
+Striking only gentle blows lest he should be discovered, and sorrowfully
+contrasting the present with the past, his heart sank within him, when
+raising his head he was startled to find that he was no longer alone.
+
+Close beside him, under an oak-tree, sat One who appeared to be a
+traveller resting, with his staff lying beside him. He was, however, no
+traveller, but that wondrous Being who in the Old Testament is so often
+called the _Angel of the Lord_; and He had come to the help of Israel.
+
+"The Lord be with thee, thou mighty man of valour," he said, addressing
+Gideon. But Gideon's sad heart gave no responsive throb. Tall and
+powerful as he was, and strong as was his arm, he felt as he thought of
+the fierce Arab sheiks but like a puny dwarf, who must sit down
+helplessly and suffer.
+
+"Thou shalt go in this thy might that I have sent thee," the heavenly
+visitant continued; "and thou shalt save Israel from the Midianites."
+
+"But, my lord," remonstrated Gideon, in conscious weakness and deep
+humility, "how shall I ever be able to save Israel? I but belong to the
+tribe of Manasseh, that has never taken the lead amongst the Twelve, and
+even of my father's family I am not an important member."
+
+Gideon thought that to overcome the terrible invader God must needs
+raise up some tall giant, big as Og, the King of Bashan. But he was soon
+to learn that the weak things of this world are used to confound the
+mighty.
+
+"_I_ will be with thee," the Angel of the Lord said, "and thou shalt
+smite the hosts of Midian as one man."
+
+The wondrous Being, in His great condescension, gave Gideon a sign that
+He would fulfil His word, and by his hands save Israel from the dreaded
+foe. He touched with his staff the rock on which Gideon had placed his
+offering; and fire came out and consumed both the flesh and the sweet
+cakes, and then He disappeared.
+
+Then Gideon blew his trumpet, and the Israelites came out of their
+holes, and rallied round him in great numbers. But still his heart
+failed; for he could not recall his truant thoughts from the wolf-like
+Arab chiefs, nor help contrasting his half-starved men who had suffered
+so long from cruel oppression and famine with their strong sons of the
+desert.
+
+In his self-distrust he asked for two signs more, and God gave them to
+him. First, a fleece of wool was saturated in the night with dew while
+the ground all around was dry; and the next night the fleece was dry
+while the ground was wet.
+
+Thus re-assured, Gideon assembled his followers for the battle; but by
+God's directions their number was reduced to only three hundred.
+
+"By these three hundred men," God said, "will I save Israel, and deliver
+the Midianites into thine hands."
+
+Gideon encamped, with his three hundred men, by the spring of Jezreel,
+on the slope of Mount Gilboa; while, on the north side of the valley,
+but farther down the descent to the Jordan, was drawn up the host of
+Midian.
+
+From the height on which he stood Gideon could see the Midianites below,
+spread over the land like countless grasshoppers. Only three hundred
+weak men to face the wild Arabs with whom the valley was teeming! Would
+his little handful of followers indeed be able to overcome them? he
+wondered within himself. For though he believed God, who had brought
+Israel through the Red Sea, still deep down in his heart, and
+unexpressed, was a misgiving. And God, who does not scorn the littleness
+of a sincere man's faith, but rather tries to increase it, gave him,
+unasked and unexpected, another sign.
+
+"Go down to the host," God said to him in the night; "for I have
+delivered it into thine hand. But, if thou art afraid, go down first
+with Phurah, thy servant, and hear what they say; and then shall thine
+heart be strengthened for the battle."
+
+So Gideon took Phurah, his servant, crept softly down the slope of the
+mountain, and went along, under cover of the darkness, till he came
+close enough to the outside of the Midianites' camp to hear any
+conversation that might be going on.
+
+The Arab host lay wrapped in deep sleep, whilst, all around, their
+reposing camels were couched on the ground; and not a sound was to be
+heard.
+
+Presently, in one of the tents, in which lay two Midianites, there was a
+slight movement. Gideon heard that one of them was waking the other, and
+he drew near to listen.
+
+"I have had such a dream," the disturbed sleeper said to his companion,
+when he had roused him. "I dreamed that a cake of barley bread tumbled
+into the host of Midian, and, rolling against a tent, overturned it, so
+that it lay on the ground."
+
+And his companion, who understood the dream better than himself,
+replied in low tones, that told how great was his fear:--"This is
+nothing else save the sword of Gideon; for into his hand hath God
+delivered Midian and all the host."
+
+The two weary men turned over and fell asleep again, trying to forget
+the warning that they had received of the fate that awaited them. But
+Gideon brightened up. His faith waxed strong, and he grasped his sword
+tightly, feeling that whilst it was his sword it was pre-eminently "the
+sword of the Lord."
+
+He knew well the meaning of the dream--that the small round cake of
+barley, which was inferior to wheat, and was a symbol of weakness, was
+his own weak, insignificant self; and that, just as this tiny cake upset
+a tent thousands of times bigger than itself and firmly fastened to the
+ground with strong cords and long pegs, so by his weak arm the mighty
+host, that now lay asleep, would be overthrown.
+
+Re-ascending the valley he gave orders to his men, went down, and fell
+upon the unsuspecting host, and with his few followers gained one of the
+greatest victories ever won by the Israelites.
+
+Before long, the proud kings, Zeba and Zalmunna, and their two fierce
+princes, the Raven and the Wolf, with all their followers, lay in the
+silence and helplessness of death; and the land, that had been so long
+and so cruelly oppressed was freed from the formidable Arab invaders.
+
+    H. D.
+
+
+
+
+BIBLE EXERCISES FOR SUNDAY AFTERNOONS.
+
+
+13. Where does Jesus tell us that those who do the will of God are to
+Him as brother, sister, and mother?
+
+14. Where are we told that a brother is born for adversity?
+
+15. Where is God said to be "slow to anger"?
+
+16. From what passage in the New Testament is it seen that John the
+Baptist followed the custom of the Jewish rabbis in giving his disciples
+a form of prayer?
+
+17. Where are we told that an angry man stirs up strife, while one who
+is slow to anger appeases it?
+
+18. Where do we read that he who is slow to anger is better than the
+mighty?
+
+19. Where in the Bible is Adam called "the son of God"?
+
+20. From what passage in the New Testament do we see that Rahab became
+the mother of the line from which David sprang?
+
+21. Where does God call the rainbow "My bow"?
+
+22. Where are rainbows mentioned in the New Testament?
+
+23. What women are mentioned as ministering, with others, to the
+temporal wants of Jesus?
+
+24. Where are we assured that the Keeper of Israel neither slumbers nor
+sleeps?
+
+
+
+
+ANSWERS TO BIBLE EXERCISES (1-12. _See p. 20_).
+
+
+1. The Feeding of the Five Thousand (St. Matt, xiv. 15-21; St Mark vi.
+35-44; Luke ix. 12-17; St. John vi. 5-14.)
+
+2. Shechem (Judges ix. 34, 45).
+
+3. Eleven; the leper healed on our Lord's descent from the Mount of
+Beatitudes (St. Matt. viii. 1-4; St. Mark 1. 40-45; St. Luke v. 12-15);
+and the ten lepers, on the borders of Samaria and Galilee (St. Luke
+xvii. 11-19).
+
+4. It was given to him by David, who had received it from God (1 Chron.
+xxviii. 11-19).
+
+5. In Ps. xlii. 11; and xliii. 5.
+
+6. In the boat, on the rising of the storm, on the Sea of Galilee (St.
+Matt viii. 24; St. Mark. iv. 38; St. Luke viii. 23).
+
+7. In Acts 1. 14.
+
+8. In 2 Chron. 1. 3, 4; 1 Chron. xv. 1; 2 Sam. vi. 17.
+
+9. At Gibeon (1 Chron. xvi. 39).
+
+10. In 1 Kings iii. 4-15; 2 Chron. 1. 3-6.
+
+11. In 2 Kings xiv. 25.
+
+12. "And when _they_ were put to death," &c. (Acts xxvi. 10).
+
+
+
+
+THE CHILDREN'S LIGHT BRIGADE.
+
+
+[Illustration: "BUT JACK AND THE OLD UMBRELLA STOOD FIRM, AND KNEW NO
+FEAR."]
+
+    Jack and Willie, and little maid May
+      Went down to the summer sea;
+    And it's merry and gay for a long holiday,
+      But what is their game to be?
+
+    They were tired of building castles
+      When serious Johnny said--
+    "Now what do you say, supposing we play
+      The Charge of the Light Brigade?
+
+    "This old umbrella that's been our tent
+      Will serve for a cannon--of course;
+    You two must play the Light Brigade,
+      And I'll be the Russian Force."
+
+    Willie and May ran up the beach,
+      Then charged straight down on Jack;
+    But Jack dropped cleverly on one knee,
+      And drove the onset back.
+
+    Again and again the charge came on
+      With a rush and a ringing cheer,
+    But Jack and the old umbrella
+      Stood firm, and knew no fear.
+
+    "Charge for the guns!" cried Willie once more,
+      There's a crack, and a moment after
+    The Russians (that's Jack) are rolled in the sand,
+      Amid shouts of conquering laughter.
+
+    Said Jack as he rose, "This isn't quite
+      According to the story;
+    We'll have this play again some day
+      We've done enough for glory."
+
+    ROBERT RICHARDSON.
+
+
+
+
+SOME FAMOUS RAILWAY TRAINS AND THEIR STORY.
+
+_By_ HENRY FRITH.
+
+
+II.--THE "WILD IRISHMAN."
+
+The "Wild Irishman" is the train which carries the Irish mails, the
+American letter-bags, from Holyhead to London, and _vice versâ_. There
+are four "Irishmen," two in the daytime and two at night. The morning
+Irish mail from London leaves Euston Square at a quarter-past seven, and
+it is by this train which we have elected to travel, as we shall see the
+country better.
+
+Here we are at Euston. The engine is already attached to the train--a
+fine, rather elegant-looking locomotive, with its name on a neat brass
+plate on the great "driving" wheel. Perhaps we shall find it called the
+"Lady of the Lake," or "Rokeby." At any rate, it looks very neat and
+clean, though not such a giant as our friend the "Dutchman."
+
+If your eyes are sharp and you are fond of engines, and like to "pat"
+them, as I do, you will notice that the cranks and piston-rods work
+outside the wheels, not between them, and underneath the boiler, as in
+the Great Western engines. You will have just time to look at the wheels
+and the name when the man on the platform will wave his flag, and the
+"Irishman" will start very gently. As we are quite invisible, we just
+step up beside the driver as the engine moves, and he knows nothing
+about us. Ha! ha! Mr. Driver; but we intend to know something about your
+"Wild Irishman!"
+
+Our driver and fireman ("stoker," perhaps you call the latter) are very
+great men. They have a great deal done for them. Do you think they light
+the fire and polish the engine? Do you think they go and take in coal
+and water at Crewe, or elsewhere, while they wait for a "return" train?
+Oh dear no! Another pair of men are ready, and our "mail-men" go and sit
+in the drivers' "cabin" and have their tea, and chat till the train is
+ready to start again.
+
+It is not at all a bad position, though a very responsible one, to be an
+engine-driver on the London and North-Western Railway, particularly when
+you have worked yourself up to the "top of the tree." I could tell you
+many anecdotes of this railway, on which I lived for many years; but we
+must not forget the "Wild Irishman" has run through Camden Town, and is
+even now in the Primrose Hill tunnel.
+
+It is very unpleasant being in a tunnel for the first time on an engine.
+The noise is very great, and the smoke and water come down at times
+unpleasantly. The end of the tunnel looks so tiny in the sunlight
+beyond, and the opening gradually gets larger and larger till the engine
+rushes out into the pure air again!
+
+On we go! Stopping for a few minutes at Willesden Junction, our Irish
+horse pulls harder, and bolts with us for Rugby and some intermediate
+stations. It is just half-past seven a.m., a beautiful day. There is
+Harrow on the left, we can see the well-known spire, and we recall the
+days when we came up for the cricket-match against Eton, and how we all
+went back in a body after the match.
+
+Before we reach Watford, we come to the peculiar water arrangement by
+which the thirsty engines are enabled to have a drink as they rush
+along. Between the rails for a considerable distance is a tank, and into
+this tank a pipe is let down from the tender of the engine. The speed at
+which the train travels causes the water to be forced up the pipe, and
+the supply of steam is assured.
+
+Watford, named from the Roman road "Watling Street," which ran from
+Dover through London northwards, is near St. Albans, renowned in English
+history. But the "Wild Irishman" will not wait for us; he rushes through
+the tunnel and by Berkhampstead to Bletchley, where he pauses for a
+minute or two. We have scarcely time to look about when we are off
+again, past Wolverton, where the North-Western Company make their
+railway carriages, and where they used to repair their engines. We run
+not very far from Naseby after a while, and think of the great battle
+between Charles and Cromwell's troops. What would they think of our
+"Wild Irishman"? I wonder.
+
+Rugby is passed; Atherstone, near which was the great Battle of Bosworth
+Field, lies behind us now. The struggle for the crown between Richard
+and Richmond may be recalled, but we have no time to examine the field
+seven miles away. We have to get to Crewe at eleven o'clock, and so we
+shall. We run through Stafford-on-the-Sowe, a town celebrated as the
+birthplace of Izaak Walton. The castle was demolished, like many others,
+in the Civil War.
+
+A long whistle warns us that Crewe is in sight, and before long we enter
+the station, through which more than 200 trains pass daily. Here are the
+celebrated Locomotive Works, which employ an army of workmen, for whose
+children there are schools and playgrounds, with church, library, and
+assembly-room for the whole railway working population.
+
+A visit to Crewe to see the great engines will repay any little folk who
+like machinery.
+
+From Crewe to Chester is half an hour's run, and as we approach the old
+city on the Dee we feel wrapped in history. Such a history has Chester
+that we are afraid to enter upon it for fear we should be carried away,
+and lose ourselves wandering around the dear old walls, towers, gates,
+and ramparts. The Danes came here; the Saxons made it a port. Hugh
+Lupus, at the Conquest, resided here. The city was made the
+starting-point for expeditions against the Welsh by Edward I. Besieged
+by the Parliament--but no more; the "Wild Irishman" whistles, and we
+must go to you, my lad.
+
+Hawarden Castle is close by. It was at one time of importance as a
+fortress. It now derives its celebrity from its owner, Mr. Gladstone,
+for the castle itself has almost disappeared. We soon pass Holywell, so
+called from the holy well which sprang from the place where Princess
+Winifrede's head fell. Caradoc, a Welsh prince, wickedly cut it off, and
+it rolled down the hill. Where it stopped the spring burst forth; and
+the head being picked up was placed on Miss Winifrede's body again. It
+became fixed, and she lived for many years afterwards, a little red mark
+round her white throat being the only token of her decapitation! So the
+story goes.
+
+We are now approaching Abergele, near which such a terrible accident
+happened to the Irish mail in 1868. Some trucks had been shunted from a
+train in front, and they, by some mistake, came running down the hill to
+meet the "Irishman." The driver saw them, and the shock was not severe,
+but unfortunately they were filled with oil barrels, which broke open,
+the petroleum caught fire, and in two minutes all the fore part of the
+train was enveloped in flames.
+
+Nothing could be done; the poor people in the carriages--lords and
+ladies and gentlemen--were burned, and with difficulty any escaped. This
+was a fearful catastrophe, and quite puts aside any ordinary accidents
+which (not a few) have happened to the "Wild Irishman."
+
+Let us leave the scene and come on to Llandudno Junction and Conway
+Castle, by which is the first "Tubular Bridge." We have all heard of
+Conway Castle, founded by Edward I. If you little folk ever go to Conway
+be sure and see the castle, and go all over the thick walls, which will
+afford you a pretty view.
+
+But I have something else to tell you about Conway "Tube"--the bridge
+through which the railway runs over the river.
+
+Once upon a time--a good many years ago--a lady and gentleman got
+permission to walk through the new tubular bridge, which was then a
+curiosity. A railway porter was with them and told them no train was
+expected on that line, so they went into the tube and darkness.
+
+A strange gentleman who had joined them went on first because the lady
+could not go so quickly, and of course her husband remained to assist
+her over the rails, and stones, and the girders which support the sides.
+
+But when the lady and gentleman had got halfway through, the first man
+was at the end, and saw the down Irish mail approaching on the very line
+on which his acquaintances were! He called out--
+
+"Take care of yourselves, a train is coming!" and then he waved his
+hands to the engine-driver.
+
+The lady and gentleman in the "tube" could not stand up at the side, and
+so they hurried back. It was a terrible race. The "Wild Irishman"
+whistling and roaring, hissing and straining at the brakes close behind;
+in front only a few yards to the station, but such long yards! On came
+the train, and just as the gentleman rushed from the "tube" and dragged
+the lady down, the express came out grinding and growling. They were
+only just saved by two yards from a terrible death.
+
+Now let me tell you something else. The year after that nearly fatal
+accident, I--the writer of this anecdote--was visiting the "Britannia"
+Tubular Bridge which crosses the Menai Straits, and through which the
+"Wild Irishman" rushes on its way to Holyhead. I was with my parents,
+and we talked to the caretaker at the bridge.
+
+"Yes, sir," he said, "it _is_ dangerous to go into the tubes. We do not
+allow it now. Last year a lady and gentleman were nearly killed in the
+Conway tube. I was the guard of the mail train; they had a very narrow
+escape."
+
+"What became of the tipsy porter who guided them in?" asked my father.
+
+"He lay flat down, and the train went over him--he was dismissed--but
+how did you know, sir?"
+
+"Because this lady and myself were the two people who were in the tube,"
+said my father. "I assure you we remember the incident very well
+indeed."
+
+That is what most people would, call a "curious coincidence," and it is,
+moreover, quite true.
+
+But we are nearing Holyhead. Our "Wild Irishman" has not far to run now.
+We are through the "Britannia" bridge, upon whose unfinished summit we
+have raced on slippery plates of iron, one hundred feet above the
+straits, and gazed down into the Menai waters beneath, as the ships
+went up almost touching the tube apparently. Ah! this was many years
+ago, and even now as we rattle on we can recall the scene and shiver.
+
+Away by Llanfair--something--a long Welsh word--away by the lake and the
+river; over the marsh comes the scent of the sea, and then in ten
+minutes the "Wild Irishman" walks down the pier. Mail-bags are put on
+board the steamer; passengers hurry down; the carriage doors are shut.
+The paddle-wheels revolve; we quit the harbour of Holyhead, and lose
+sight of the "Wild Irishman."
+
+
+
+
+MASTER TOM'S "RAINY WEATHER."
+
+
+"Ettie," said Master Tom, "do you like to be naughty or good?"
+
+"Naughty," replied Ettie promptly.
+
+Ettie was five years old, and Master Tom nine.
+
+Ettie and Master Tom were at the far end of the kitchen-garden, going
+through the gate that led into a small paddock, when Ettie suddenly
+said--
+
+"Pigs."
+
+"Where?" exclaimed Master Tom.
+
+"Poor pigs in pen all shut up," answered Ettie.
+
+"What a shame!" said Master Tom. "I say, Mrs. Pig, wouldn't you like
+your little piggies to have a run this fine day?
+
+    "There's grass around in plenty
+      For the little ones to eat,
+    And in the kitchen-garden
+      There's cabbage for a treat.
+
+Now, Ettie, get out of the way; I am going to open the door of the
+pigstye."
+
+And Master Tom threw the door wide open, and out rushed not only the ten
+little pigs, but Mrs. Pig herself. They came with such a rush that
+Ettie, not getting out of the way quickly enough, was knocked down. But
+she did not cry; for she was used to falling in her expeditions with
+Tom.
+
+Through the garden gate, into the garden, over the beds, went the pigs,
+and after them went Master Tom and Ettie, driving them until they went
+into the middle of the crisp early cabbages.
+
+"Now then, eat to your hearts' content," said Master Tom. "Eat away, eat
+away! How they do enjoy themselves; there won't be a cabbage left. Won't
+Joseph be surprised. Let us get up into the great pear-tree and watch
+them. You can climb up if I push you."
+
+"Yes," responded Ettie, grasping the trunk and putting her foot on a
+jutting-out knob.
+
+"That's famous," said Master Tom, as he helped his little sister up
+until he landed her in one of the highest boughs.
+
+"Isn't it nice?" said he.
+
+And he began swaying the branches to and fro, whilst Ettie held on
+tightly and laughed with delight.
+
+"Oh dear! oh dear! how can the pigs have got in?"
+
+"Oh dear! oh dear!" cried Master Tom from the pear-tree, mimicking the
+gardener's voice.
+
+"Oh dear! oh dear!" cried Ettie in her shrill voice.
+
+"Oh dear! oh dear!" said Joseph in dismay; "the children up in the
+pear-tree such a height; they'll tumble down and break their necks. Oh,
+Master Tom, Master Tom, whatever did you go up there for, and take
+little Missy with you? What shall I do?--the pigs, the children, the
+children, the pigs! I daren't leave the children; and yet if I don't go
+after the pigs the garden will be ruined. Oh, my lettuces, my peas, my
+cauliflowers, my fine young cabbages!"
+
+And then Joseph suddenly raised his voice and shouted as loud as he
+could--
+
+"Help! help! help! Hallo! hallo! hallo!"
+
+In a few seconds out came several of the servants, and amongst them was
+Nurse. "Oh! what is the matter?" she cried; "is it Master Tom again?"
+
+"I should think it was," said Joseph; "he's in the pear-tree, and Miss
+Ettie's with him. Jack, get a ladder to get her out of the tree."
+
+Jack, the boy, went off, and now the branches were seen to sway
+backwards and forwards, the two children chuckling with delight.
+
+"And here I come first," said Master Tom, suddenly descending in so
+rapid a manner that he seemed to tumble down amongst the group, and,
+stumbling against Joseph, the gardener was tripped up and fell to the
+ground.
+
+Nurse tried to seize upon Master Tom, who, however, shook himself free,
+leaving it to Joseph and the boy to get Ettie out of the pear-tree.
+
+
+II.
+
+When Nurse returned to the house with Ettie the first thing she saw was
+the turf beneath the nursery window strewn with every possible thing
+that Master Tom could find. He himself was looking out of the nursery
+window with an armful of Ettie's frocks and sashes, which he aimed at
+Nurse and her charge as they came nearer the house.
+
+[Illustration: PLAYING AT RAINY WEATHER. (_See p. 90._)]
+
+"Oh dear! shan't I be glad when you go back to school, Master Tom.
+Here's an hour's good work for me in carrying back all these things."
+
+And Nurse wrathfully ascended to the nursery, but Master Tom was not
+there.
+
+"Well," said Nurse, "it's a good thing he's gone off by himself, and not
+got Miss Ettie with him. You stay here and play with your dolls, and
+I'll run down and pick up your frocks and shoes."
+
+So Nurse, having settled Ettie with her playthings, departed.
+
+But she had not been gone a minute before Master Tom put his head in at
+the door.
+
+"Ettie," said he, "come down into the drawing-room, and we'll have the
+greatest fun in the world. I've got a large umbrella and water-bottles,
+so we'll play at rainy weather."
+
+Up jumped Ettie.
+
+"Hush! don't make a noise, or some one will hear us. Come very softly."
+
+And Ettie, on tiptoes, followed Tom to the drawing-room, where, having
+locked the door, he provided Ettie with a large umbrella.
+
+"Now sit down on the floor," said he, "and hold it over you. You must
+pretend that it is a rainy day, and that you are obliged to shelter
+under it."
+
+Down went Ettie on the floor, and up went the umbrella.
+
+"Now," continued Master Tom (who had borrowed a pair of high boots so
+that, at least, _he_ should not get wet), "I shall pour water over the
+umbrella and it will splash down like rain. You must say, 'What a
+dreadful day! What a dreadful storm!'"
+
+"Yes," answered Ettie. "Splash, splash, splash! what a storm! what a
+storm!"
+
+And down came the water, splashing Ettie's velvet frock and wetting her
+shoes, and making pools on the drawing-room carpet. What fun it was! so
+Master Tom thought, and so did Ettie; and the more he emptied the
+water-bottles the more they both shouted with glee.
+
+Guided by the noise, Nurse soon arrived at the door.
+
+"Open the door! open the door!"
+
+But Master Tom took no notice. Nurse might batter away as she liked; he
+was safe inside.
+
+"What are you doing?"
+
+"Playing at rain," cried Ettie; "my frock and my shoes all wet. It is
+rainy day, Nurse."
+
+"The road is all of puddles," said Master Tom; "splash, splash; don't
+you hear it?"
+
+Yes, Nurse _did_ hear it, and wondered what it was.
+
+"I've finished the bottles," said Master Tom; "now for the watering-can,
+it's quite full. It will come down like a shower-bath, Ettie."
+
+"Oh! oh! oh!" gasped Ettie, for the umbrella slipped from her hand and
+she received the contents of the watering-can on her head, neck, and
+arms. Then Ettie, for the first time, began to cry.
+
+"You bad boy," cried Nurse in a state of despair; "open the door or I
+will have it broken open."
+
+Master Tom unlocked the door, and then making a rapid retreat to one of
+the windows, he leaped through it almost before Nurse had opened the
+door.
+
+Nurse held up her hands in dismay. The beautiful drawing-room carpet was
+soaked with water, and in the midst, crouched on the floor, sat Ettie,
+with her hair and her fine velvet frock dripping.
+
+"Tom poured water," sobbed Ettie, as Nurse lifted her off the ground.
+
+Nurse rang the bell lustily, and the housemaid came running to see what
+was the matter.
+
+"What will the mistress say?" said Jane as she looked at the carpet; "I
+shouldn't wonder if it is spoiled altogether."
+
+"I know what I should say, and what I shall say!" said Nurse; "I shall
+tell the mistress that if something isn't done to curb Master Tom, he'll
+be such a plague, that no one will care to see him. I've had such a day
+with him to-day as I don't intend to have again!"
+
+And Nurse carried Ettie off to the nursery, where she took off her wet
+clothes, and put her into a warm bed. For Ettie was shivering, though it
+was a hot day, and Nurse gave out that she thought Master Tom would make
+his sister quite ill.
+
+Which opinion reached Tom's ears; so he crept upstairs cautiously.
+
+"Nurse, nurse," he said, "is Ettie very bad?"
+
+"She's got a shivering and a shaking, and it may be an inflammation,"
+said Nurse severely, "and what shall you say if, by your mischievous
+doings, you have hurt your sister!"
+
+Master Tom's soul was filled with terror.
+
+"I don't know how it may end," continued Nurse, "but the best thing you
+can do is to go downstairs and sit in the dining-room till master and
+mistress come home. Go away from here."
+
+And Nurse shut the door and bolted it; and Tom, feeling more miserable
+than he had ever felt in his life, went away, but not to the
+dining-room.
+
+He went to his own little room, where, with a white face, he watched,
+till his mother came home. He would tell her everything, and he knew
+that she would let him just look at Ettie before he went to bed. And he
+said to himself--
+
+"I will never get into mischief again."
+
+It was a good resolve; let us hope that he kept it.
+
+
+
+
+THE MAIDS AND THE MAGPIE.
+
+
+    Three little maids and a magpie
+      Went out one day for a walk;
+    The little maids hunted for flowers,
+      The magpie did nothing but talk.
+
+    "I've three little maidens to care for,
+      Each one from dangers to save--
+    Wild dogs or runaway horses--
+      What a good thing I am brave!"
+
+    Soon they were laden with flowers--
+      Bunches of red, white, and blue;
+    Great ox-eyed, snowy-leaved daisies,
+      Harebells, and bright poppies too.
+
+    Then they turned homeward together,
+      Magpie still hopping before,
+    Passed through the wood and the village,
+      Came to the rectory door.
+
+    There stood a quiet grey pussy--
+      Magpie flew off in a fright.
+    So, after all his vain boasting,
+      Proved himself coward--not knight!
+
+    FRANCES HAY.
+
+
+
+
+CHILDREN'S GAMES IN DAYS OF OLD.
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Both my little nieces had been unwell. They were not very ill, but they
+were shut up in one room for a time, and they found it rather difficult
+to amuse themselves all day long, without having their lessons to do or
+their brothers to play with. I told them a tale every afternoon, when
+the light was getting dim, and the fire was poked into a bright blaze;
+but I came to the end of my store at last.
+
+"Oh, auntie! what shall we do now if you can't tell us any more
+stories?" said Maggie. "We read such a lot that we really don't want to
+be read to."
+
+"Let us have a nice talk," I said.
+
+"But what shall we talk about?" asked Edith, looking into the fire, as
+if she could read something there. "Oh, I know, auntie! tell us about
+the time when you were a little girl; tell us all about your pet toys."
+
+"Auntie has told us that so often," said Maggie.
+
+"Let us talk about something very old, and yet quite new to both of
+you," I said. "What do you think the children played with hundreds and
+hundreds of years ago?"
+
+"Didn't they have dolls?" asked Maggie.
+
+"Yes, they had dolls, but not like yours. They were small, and their
+arms and legs were fastened on with bits of wire or wood."
+
+"What were they made of?" asked Edith.
+
+"They were generally made of clay or terra-cotta, but sometimes of wood
+or wax. The hair was often ornamented with rows of beads, and sometimes
+the dolls were painted all over with very bright colours, to please the
+little ones to whom they were given. They used to make little toy
+animals, too, and in Greece they had those small dancing figures which
+we call marionets."
+
+"Have they found anything besides dolls?"
+
+"Yes; there are some little toys at the British Museum which were found
+in Greece and Turkey. One of them is a woman kneading bread; another is
+a black boy sitting on a pony, with a basket of fruit in front of him.
+If ever you see them, you will think you are very fortunate little
+children to have such beautiful toys."
+
+"But I don't care about dolls," said Edith, blushing a little, for she
+had been grumbling because her mother would not buy her a new one. "I'd
+rather have a big ball. Did those old children play at ball, auntie?"
+
+"Oh, yes! The very oldest we know of--the Egyptian children--had balls
+of leather and some of painted china."
+
+"I shouldn't like that," remarked Edith. "Fancy Charlie with an
+earthenware ball! he'd break all the windows in the house."
+
+"I don't suppose they let the children throw the hard balls about much.
+The Greeks in later times loved ball as much as you do, but they played
+it in a different way. They used to sing and dance at the same time. Can
+you think of any word that we have which means dancing, and yet sounds
+like a game?"
+
+"Like a game of ball, auntie?" said Maggie.
+
+"I know!" cried Edith clapping her hands; "you've just said it,
+Maggie--a _ball_. Don't you know people always dance at a ball."
+
+The children were very much pleased to find out that the grown-up
+people's amusement took its name from one of their toys, and that the
+short songs, or _ballads_, which we sing came from the songs which the
+Greeks sang whilst they played ball.
+
+"Did they play ball in any other way?" asked Maggie.
+
+"Sometimes it was put on the middle line, between the two parties
+playing, and each party tried to seize it, and throw it over the
+adversary's goal-line."
+
+"Why, that's like our own football, isn't it, auntie?"
+
+"Yes; the Epikoinos, or common game of ball played by the Greek
+children, is really the great-great-great-grandfather of our football."
+
+"Had those children any hoops?" asked Edith.
+
+"The Romans had hoops, and even the same kind of hooked stick, but they
+played very differently from what we do. They tried to snatch the hoop
+from each other with the hook."
+
+"I'm glad I am not a Roman, then," said Edith, "for I do love a good
+straight run with my hoop; and that must have been more like fighting
+than playing. But do tell us some more about those children's games. It
+seems so strange to think they had balls and hoops like us."
+
+"They had whip-tops, too," I said. "And some people say that the great
+Emperor Augustus used to play at marbles when he was a boy. You have
+seen Charlie and Tom play with knucklebones; the Greek children had them
+too, and sometimes there were numbers on them, and each bone had a
+different name. Backgammon and draughts were played by the Greeks, and
+we see by some of the pictures on the tombs in Egypt that the game of
+draughts was very popular there."
+
+"But hadn't they any nice romping games?" asked Maggie.
+
+"Yes. Blind man's buff was a great favourite with the Greeks and Romans.
+And they were very fond of playing a game which was known as
+oyster-shell."
+
+"Do you mean making grottoes? I don't call that romping."
+
+"The children were divided into equal numbers on each side of a line
+drawn on the ground; one party would be called white, the other black.
+They then tossed an oyster-shell into the air, and whichever side came
+upwards, one of that party ran off. If it was the dark, one of the
+blacks ran away, and one of the whites dashed after him. As soon as Mr.
+Black was caught, he had to take Mr. White on his shoulders and carry
+him to the camp, where he remained till all the others were caught. This
+is the origin of our prisoner's base.'"
+
+"But that is a boy's game," said Maggie. "I want to know about the
+girls'."
+
+"They played blind man's buff, as I told you just now; then there was
+'runaway,' or 'touch,' which was like our game. One girl would shut her
+eyes whilst the others hid. A place of refuge, or, as we call it,
+_home_, was fixed upon, and she had to try and touch some of the others
+before they could get safe there. Kiss-in-the-ring was very popular too,
+but the girl used to hold the boy by the ears as she kissed him, and
+this was called pitcher-fashion."
+
+"Our pitchers have not two handles," remarked Edith.
+
+"No, but they had a handle on each side in those days. Then the Greeks
+used to play a game like our follow-my-leader, called 'Commands,' and
+all sorts of funny things were ordered to be done by those who took part
+in it."
+
+Just then the bell rang for me to go down to dinner.
+
+"Oh, auntie, don't go yet!" cried both children; "we haven't heard half
+enough."
+
+"I will just tell you one thing more, and then I must go," I said.
+"There was a very favourite game played hundreds of years ago in Asia,
+called 'Kings and Subjects.' One day a little boy named Cyrus was
+playing at it with the children of the village in which he lived. This
+little boy was about ten years old, and had been adopted by a shepherd.
+He was chosen king by the boys, and having appointed his ministers, he
+set each of his companions to do certain work. One boy refused, and
+Cyrus ordered him to be flogged. The boy was angry, and ran off to tell
+his father, who was one of the chief men in the place. This man was very
+indignant that his boy should be beaten by a common shepherd's son, and
+went to King Astyages to complain. The king sent for Cyrus, and asked
+him how he dared to treat the son of a great man in that way.
+
+"Cyrus answered bravely that he had only done what was just; he had been
+chosen king, and he ought to have been obeyed. Astyages was very much
+surprised by this answer, and began to look more closely at the fearless
+boy; then he saw that he was very like himself. He sent for the
+shepherd, and after many questions, he found that this little Cyrus was
+his own grandson who was supposed to be dead. So the sham king really
+became the heir to the throne, and in time was a real king."
+
+"Why, auntie, that's as good as a fairy tale!" said Edith.
+
+"Better," I replied; "for it is true, and it teaches us that we ought
+always to try to do right, even in our games, and then we shall never be
+ashamed."
+
+    E. M. W.
+
+
+
+
+THEIR ROAD TO FORTUNE.
+
+THE STORY OF TWO BROTHERS.
+
+_By the Author of "The Heir of Elmdale," &c. &c._
+
+[Illustration: "AUNT AMY HAD STEPPED FORWARD" (_p. 95_).]
+
+
+CHAPTER IV.--A TERRIBLE SURPRISE.
+
+Mr. Gregory and Mr. Clair arrived at Riversdale early the next day, and
+Mr. Gregory at once took the management of everything into his own
+hands. The greater part of the afternoon he was shut up in the library
+with the lawyer, and when he found the boys in the dining-room, he
+looked very grave and anxious, and even reproved Mr. Clair for amusing
+the children by making caricatures, and illustrating some of their
+story-books. No two people could be more unlike than those two uncles,
+who would probably be the guardians of Edward and Bertie Rivers. Mr.
+Gregory was a tall, portly gentleman, with grey hair and keen eager
+eyes; his voice was loud, his manner always stern and abrupt. People
+usually feared and respected him more than they loved him; he was always
+very busy and fussy and important, and had an idea that nothing in
+London would go on quite right without him. However, Mrs. Rivers had
+been his only sister; the boys were her children, and he was their
+nearest relative and natural protector. On his way down he had arranged
+all his plans: the boys should go to school, and he would let Riversdale
+till Edward came of age; he knew some one in the City who was just in
+want of such a place. Mr. Clair, on the other hand, thought very little
+of the future; he was sorry to see the children look so sad, and did his
+best to cheer them up; but then, every one said Mr. Clair was the most
+unpractical person in the world. He was an artist by profession, and had
+married Mr. Rivers' sister Amy, an offence for which he was never
+pardoned, either by Mr. Rivers or Mr. Gregory. However, as the marriage
+proved a very happy one, Mr. Clair did not fret about that, neither was
+he in the least offended at the coldness and neglect of his wife's
+relatives. He loved his profession, he loved his wife, he loved his
+shabby roomy old house in Fitzroy Square: in fact, the chief
+characteristic of Mr. Harry Clair was that he loved everything and
+everybody, and now he was quite willing to take to his heart his wife's
+orphan nephews and niece. But Uncle Gregory was made of sterner stuff,
+and the young heir of Riversdale, he thought, was a person to be
+reverenced and treated with deference; besides, he was not either very
+affectionate or very demonstrative in his manner, therefore the
+children, who were hungry for love and sympathy, turned to Uncle Clair.
+The next day Aunt Amy arrived, and both the boys felt they had found a
+true and loving friend, while Agnes clung to her, trembling and sobbing,
+for since her uncle's death she had felt strangely alone in the house,
+just as if she belonged to nobody, and until it was known what provision
+had been made for her, no one could say what was to become of her. As
+the days passed Mr. Gregory looked more anxious and worried. A strange
+gentleman from London remained in the house, and spent several hours
+every day in the library examining letters and papers; lawyers were
+constantly coming and going, and at last it became clear, even to the
+boys, that something was wrong; the gloom deepened on every face, even
+the servants stood in little groups and talked in whispers; only Uncle
+Clair seemed unconcerned, though Aunt Amy's eyes often filled with tears
+as she looked at the boys. But none of them seemed quite prepared for
+the terrible tidings Mr. Gregory had to unfold. Mr. Rivers had been
+buried in the family vault at Riversdale very quietly, as his wish had
+always been. The boys, their uncles, the doctor and lawyer and the
+strange gentleman, whose name and real business no one seemed to know,
+attended as mourners, and when they returned to the house Mr. Gregory
+led the way to the library, and the family lawyer read the will. It was
+very simple: Riversdale to Edward; five thousand pounds to Bertie when
+he came of age, and the choice of a profession, the expenses of which
+were to be paid for out of the estate; and a few legacies to faithful
+servants and deserving charities; not a word of poor little Agnes, for
+the simple reason that the will was made several years before she came
+to Riversdale; not a single word of any person else, except that Mr.
+Frank Rivers, his brother, Mr. Gregory, his brother-in-law, and Mr.
+Harry Clair, his brother-in-law, were appointed executors and guardians.
+The boys' minority was to be spent according to their direction. Every
+one breathed a sigh of relief: they had all expected much worse; but
+Bertie, happening to glance at his Uncle Gregory's face, started, and
+cried suddenly, "There's something else, sir. I'm sure there's something
+you are keeping from us."
+
+[Illustration]
+
+"Yes, my lad, unfortunately there is. When your father made this will
+his property was his own to bequeath how he liked; since then he has
+been unfortunate. He has speculated largely in mines that he hoped would
+prove a success: they have failed; a few days since the utter failure of
+a bank in which his whole private fortune was invested gave him a shock
+from which he never recovered. Riversdale is fully mortgaged; the income
+of the estate will barely pay the interest now, for your father has
+parted with most of his property. In a word, this is the state of
+affairs: you must either sell Riversdale, then this gentleman tells me
+there may be a few thousands to spare for you boys; or you may let the
+place stand, put your shoulders to the wheel, and work both of you to
+redeem your home. You are only boys, but some boys with energy,
+patience, perseverance, and, above all, a cherished object in view, can
+achieve much. This gentleman tells me that by careful management there
+may be a trifle saved every year, which should go towards lessening the
+principal, then every year will be making the interest less too. But the
+grave question is, what in the meantime is to become of you boys?"
+
+"And Agnes?" Bertie cried; "we must not forget Agnes?"
+
+Mr. Gregory looked rather coldly at the shrinking, timid little girl;
+she had not entered into his calculations at all. She was not his
+sister's child, and he really saw no way of helping her.
+
+"I am, as you know, only a London merchant," Mr. Gregory continued,
+ignoring Bertie's earnest remark, "and I cannot do much for you, but
+this I can offer: you may both have a place in my office, and, believe
+me, many lads have found the humblest seat in a London counting-house
+the road to fortune. Once started in business under my protection,
+everything will depend on yourselves. Merit, industry, integrity must
+make their own way. What do you say, Edward? Mind, as your guardian, I
+have a right to command, but I want to hear what you think."
+
+"I--I don't care for business, Uncle Gregory; I have no taste, no talent
+for it," Eddie replied humbly, though his eyes flashed. "I always wished
+to be an artist, and papa promised I should be one day."
+
+"Unfortunately, many of your papa's promises are not easily fulfilled
+_now_," Mr. Gregory said coldly. "If you will not enter my office, may I
+ask what you intend to do, Edward?"
+
+"I don't know, uncle. I had hoped to go to college, and then travel, and
+study abroad, and become an artist."
+
+"Impossible!" Mr. Gregory interrupted sharply. "Where's the money to
+come from?"
+
+"I don't know, uncle; I have not had time to think;" and Eddie cast an
+imploring glance at his Uncle Clair.
+
+"Well, my lad," that gentleman said, laying his hand kindly on Eddie's
+shoulder, "if you really are determined to become an artist, I will do
+all I can to assist you on certain conditions, and subject to the
+approval of your other guardian. You can come and live with me, and I'll
+teach you the groundwork and details of art: inspiration, genius,
+success are not mine to bestow; nor shall I send you to a university. In
+the first place, I can't afford it; in the next, I don't think it
+necessary; but if I see you have a real love of and taste for art, I'll
+send you to study abroad for a few years, if possible; but first of all
+you must work. You can live with me; my house will be your home, your
+aunt will take care of you. Your mornings must be spent in my studio,
+your afternoons devoted to continuing your studies; but I want you
+clearly to understand, lad, that you are not coming to visit or to play,
+but to learn a profession--and an honourable profession. You will find
+many things irksome perhaps, and have to perform many unpleasant duties,
+but if you work with a single heart, and try to make the best of
+everything, you will find, taking the rough with the smooth of it, that
+art is a noble profession. But I cannot honestly call it the high road
+to fortune. Your Uncle Gregory has made his proposal; I have made mine.
+Think before you decide."
+
+"I will go with you, Uncle Clair," Eddie answered, drawing nearer to the
+artist. "There is no need to think; I never could be a merchant; I must
+be a painter. My mind is thoroughly made up."
+
+"As you will, boy. Your Uncle Clair has made you a liberal offer;
+according to his means, he offers you of his best freely and kindly. I
+hope you may prove worthy of his trust in you, but as I do not want my
+sister's son to be entirely dependent on a stranger----"
+
+"Uncle Harry said I could _work_," Eddie said, drawing still nearer to
+his favourite relative.
+
+"Yes, Mr. Gregory, the boy must be independent. If I find him useful,
+I'll pay him a small salary," Mr. Clair replied gently, no way ruffled
+by Mr. Gregory's cold, scornful tones. "That matter is decided: Edward
+is to come to us."
+
+"And you?" Mr. Gregory continued, turning to Bertie. "Are you also
+anxious to become an artist?"
+
+"No, uncle; I want to make my fortune and get back Riversdale."
+
+"Well spoken, my lad. Then you decide to come with me?"
+
+"Yes, please; I should like to be a great, rich, powerful merchant, and
+own ships and things. But, Uncle Gregory, who's to take care of dear
+little Cousin Agnes?"
+
+"I am really quite at a loss to know," Mr. Gregory said, frowning. "Has
+she no friends of her mother's? The child has no claim on me."
+
+"But she has on us," Bertie replied promptly. "She's our cousin; her
+papa was our Uncle Frank, and we must take care of her."
+
+Mr. Gregory frowned and looked thoughtful, but Aunt Amy had stepped
+forward, and taken Agnes into her arms. "We'll take care of her," she
+said, with a loving look at Bertie, who had spoken so bravely for his
+little cousin, while Eddie had entirely forgotten her. "Don't be afraid,
+Bertie; while your Uncle Harry and I have a home Agnes shall share it."
+
+"Thank you, aunt; and I hope Uncle Gregory will let me come and see you
+often. It is so nice to think that we shall all be in London together;"
+and then Bertie smothered a sigh as he remembered how he disliked cities
+and loved the country, how he would miss the dear delights of
+Riversdale, and how he dreaded the duties of an office. But he had
+plenty of courage, and he resolved not to begin by being unhappy or
+discontented; "besides, it mayn't be so bad," he said to himself; "and
+Dr. Mayson declares it's worth a thousand a year to be able to look at
+the bright side of everything."
+
+[Illustration: "MR. GREGORY PLACED TWO SOVEREIGNS IN BERTIE'S HAND" (_p.
+98_).]
+
+Agnes was weeping silently with joy: no other arrangement could have
+given her half as much pleasure as going back with her Aunt Amy and
+Uncle Clair; she could surely pick up some crumbs of instruction in the
+studio, and then she would always be at hand to help Eddie, and little
+Agnes did not wish for any greater happiness than that. But Eddie did
+not seem altogether so well pleased by the arrangement. He did not like
+a rival, either in affection or talent, and he knew that both his Aunt
+and Uncle Clair loved Agnes, and also that she was a great deal cleverer
+with her pencil than himself, though she was very shy and nervous, and
+distrusted her own powers. However, the arrangement was the only one
+that seemed possible, and the very next day they all returned to London,
+Agnes and Eddie going in a four-wheeler with their aunt and uncle to
+Fitzroy Square, Bertie accompanying his Uncle Gregory to a splendid
+house in Kensington Gardens, where he was rather coldly received by his
+aunt and cousins, and informed that, for a time at least, it was to be
+his home.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+CHAPTER V.--BERTIE BEGINS LIFE.
+
+It was a long time before Eddie and Bertie Rivers could realise that
+Riversdale was no longer their home--that they were quite poor lads,
+dependent on the kindness of their relatives, and that if they wished to
+win fame and fortune, there was nothing for it but hard work. Bertie
+was the first to realise the great change in his position. Mr. Gregory
+was not unkind, but he was stern and cold, and after introducing him to
+the head clerk (who showed him a corner in the office where he might
+sit, and explained his work), Mr. Gregory took no more notice of him
+than of the other lads. After the first day, he found that he would have
+to go to the City by himself, and return alone; his uncle gave him a
+second-class season ticket, and desired him to catch the half-past eight
+train every morning. He also told him where he was to have his dinner,
+and for the first month desired one of the older clerks to see to him,
+and pay only a certain sum; then he was to return to Kensington at
+half-past five every evening, have his tea in the school-room, and read
+or amuse himself as best he could till bed-time. His aunt, he rarely
+saw; she was not up when he left in the morning, and always was either
+entertaining visitors at home or going out to parties in the evening.
+His two cousins were quite grown-up young ladies, who seldom
+condescended to notice the little office-boy, as they called him, and
+two other cousins, about his own age and Eddie's, were away at Eton. So
+that poor Bertie would not have had a very lively time, had he not
+possessed a wonderful capacity for enjoyment, and a perfect genius for
+finding occupation and amusement for himself. He had undisturbed
+possession of the deserted school-room, and before long it was a sort of
+little museum. He had a number of pets; then he begged corks from the
+butler, and manufactured ingenious flower-pots and stands, in which he
+grew dainty little mosses and ferns; he made cork frames for some of
+Agnes' pretty little pictures, and his grandest achievement was a boat
+that he built and rigged entirely himself. Often in the early mornings
+he would go for a walk as far into the country as he could, and
+sometimes, before going home in the evenings, he would have a run in the
+park, and those were all his pleasures. Mr. Gregory scarcely ever
+thought of him out of the office; there he always observed every one
+closely, and he saw that Bertie was quiet, attentive, industrious, and,
+best of all, quick: he never had to be told to do anything a second
+time. On Saturdays and Sundays he might go and see his brother, provided
+he returned in good time, for he dined with the family on Sundays; but
+Eddie was never invited to Gore House, and Uncle Clair was never
+mentioned without contempt. But to Bertie, the hours spent in the dingy
+old house in Fitzroy Square were the pleasantest of his life. He was too
+happy when he got there to notice that Eddie looked gloomy sometimes,
+but little Agnes was always sweet and happy, and Aunt Amy's welcome was
+worth anything.
+
+"How I do wish I could come and live here!" Bertie cried one wet
+afternoon, when they were all gathered round the fire in Mrs. Clair's
+old-fashioned parlour. "I should not mind being in the office a bit if I
+could see you all in the evenings; but it is dull at home!"
+
+"It's dull everywhere at times, dear," Aunt Amy said gently, remembering
+how very gloomy Eddie often looked. "You must try and make the best of
+it."
+
+"I do, auntie," Bertie replied; "and I suppose I won't have to live with
+Uncle Gregory always."
+
+"Gore House is pleasanter than Fitzroy Square, I think," Eddie said, a
+little crossly.
+
+"And Fitzroy Square is ever so much pleasanter than Mincing Lane,"
+Bertie replied. "Why, if you were in our office, Eddie, I don't know
+what would become of you! You would have to sit on a high stool all day,
+copying things into big books, or else copying things out of them. Then
+you have to add up columns of figures till your eyes ache, and if you
+are even one wrong, Mr. Wilson seems to know just by instinct. I
+wonder," Bertie added suddenly, "how many columns I shall have to add
+up, and how many ledgers fill with entries, before I begin to grow
+rich?"
+
+"I wonder how many pictures I'll have to paint before I begin to grow
+famous?" Eddie replied; and then, as Aunt Amy left the room, he jumped
+up impatiently. "I'll never be an artist, Bert, if Uncle Clair keeps me
+drawing lines and triangles and cubes. Any one can do them; I want to
+begin to paint!"
+
+"Then why don't you do just as Uncle Harry says; he knows best!" Bertie
+replied gravely. "I always do exactly as Uncle Gregory says, no matter
+what it is; and now it's time for me to go back. Oh, I forgot to tell
+you something: our cousins, Dick and Harry, are coming home in a few
+weeks; I'll bring them to see you. It won't be so bad when they come,
+but it is dull at home these long evenings."
+
+"It does me good to see Bertie: he's always so happy and cheerful," Aunt
+Amy said, after she had kissed him, and watched him a little way down
+the street. "I wish, Eddie dear, you would try to be contented and
+happy."
+
+"I do try, Aunt Amy, but I can't while I have to do so many unpleasant
+things," Eddie replied, drawing near her. One comfort was, he was always
+sure of ready sympathy from her, while Uncle Harry sometimes laughed at
+his fretful impatience. "If uncle would only let me begin a picture!"
+
+"All in good time, dear. Be patient, Eddie: that's the alphabet of art,
+and you must learn it; besides, Uncle Harry knows best, and remember,
+the sooner you master the alphabet the sooner you can begin to work.
+Just see how Agnes gets on!"
+
+Eddie flushed and hurried away. He would not for the world acknowledge
+it, but his cousin's success was the secret of Eddie's discontent. He
+could not bear to see Agnes do everything better than he did himself,
+and he was ashamed of his jealousy, instead of trying to overcome it. He
+had been just three months with his uncle, and every day he complained
+that he had done nothing; his uncle complained too, in a very kind,
+gentle way, that Eddie did not try, but he was far too easy-tempered and
+good-natured to be severe on Eddie, for he thought the poor lad had not
+become quite accustomed to his altered fortune. And in truth, Eddie did
+miss Riversdale, and his pony, and the other luxuries he had been
+accustomed to all his life; he had not the same happy temper as Bertie,
+and he often grieved his Aunt Amy by lamenting over his loss of fortune,
+and the gloomy view he took of the future. It was in vain that Agnes
+begged of him to do just the work that came to his hand, to listen
+attentively to Uncle Clair's instructions and explanations; in vain Aunt
+Amy entreated him fondly to be patient, and despise not the day of small
+things; Eddie sulked, grumbled, worst of all, idled, or worked
+indifferently, and kept on telling himself that he was misunderstood and
+undervalued, and would not be even allowed to show what he could do; for
+on that point at least Uncle Clair was firm: Eddie must learn to draw
+before he began to paint. But in spite of the mortifications of the
+studio, life was not all dull for Eddie. There were many pleasant
+mornings spent with his uncle in the National Gallery, where Mr. Clair
+pointed out the master-pieces of art, and spoke eloquently on their
+particular merits and beauties; and Eddie almost forgot himself and his
+own ambitious dreams in gazing on the wonderful productions of Titian,
+Sebastian, and Guido, for those three masters were his great favourites.
+Then there were pleasant hours in the British Museum, studying rare old
+prints and illuminations; visits to the numerous other picture
+galleries; and, best of all, pleasant hours in other artists' studios,
+where Eddie heard a good deal of discussion and criticism, and thought
+himself a very important person. Then there were pleasant evenings at
+home, when friends dropped in, and the conversation was still of art and
+artists, of "studies," "designs," "models," and other matters of
+absorbing interest to painters; and Uncle Clair would sit in his big
+easy-chair by the fire, and talk in his soft, pleasant voice of the
+picture he was going to paint for the Academy some day, when he got
+tired of portrait-painting. He would dwell upon his subject lovingly,
+describing it in minute detail, and then forget all about it, while some
+one else went and painted it, and won money and fame thereby. Being of
+an easy temper, and entirely devoid of ambition, Mr. Clair was unable to
+sympathise with Eddie's impatience; but though not enthusiastic about
+art, he had a thorough knowledge of its technicalities, and Eddie might
+have learned much from him if he would. Meantime, Agnes was studying
+hard and making wonderful progress, but her aunt one day observed that
+she was growing thin and pale again, and her sight becoming weaker; so
+the drawing-materials had to be laid aside, except for one hour a day,
+and then Agnes and Aunt Amy began visiting the picture-galleries too,
+and walking through the parks, and enjoying the bright, cold, frosty
+mornings out of doors, while Uncle Clair worked at his portraits, and
+Eddie too often sulked in the studio; and Bertie went to his office
+every day, and in spite of all his efforts, felt very dull and
+dispirited in the cold school-room during the long winter evenings,
+cheered only by the thought that his cousins would soon be home, and
+then he nothing doubted they would spend a great deal of their time with
+him; for of course he would have a good long holiday too.
+
+
+CHAPTER VI.--A NEW ARRANGEMENT.
+
+"Uncle Gregory, may I spend Christmas at Fitzroy Square?" Bertie said
+one morning before the holidays began; and Mr. Gregory looked at him
+curiously as he repeated his words.
+
+"Spend Christmas at Fitzroy Square? why? Are you not comfortable at Gore
+House?"
+
+"Yes, sir; but it's just a little too dull sometimes in the evenings,"
+Bertie replied, very humbly.
+
+"Hum! what do you do in the evenings?"
+
+"Nothing, sir."
+
+"Oh, nothing! Well, you may go to Fitzroy Square if you like, and stay
+till--let me see--stay till the second of January." Bertie's heart gave
+a great bound, and his eyes fairly sparkled. "I always give my boys a
+present at Christmas," and Mr. Gregory placed two sovereigns in Bertie's
+hand, and positively smiled at him. "I'm very pleased with you, my lad,
+and when you return we will have a new arrangement. You shall have
+Dalton's place in my office, to help with the correspondence, and I'll
+pay you a small salary. You can never begin being independent too
+soon--and there may be other alterations," Mr. Gregory continued, "but
+we will speak of them when you return. Tuesday, the second of January,
+mind, and don't be late. You may go at once if you like."
+
+"Thank you, sir. Good-bye, uncle," Bertie said, with a radiant smile;
+and ten minutes after he was hurrying towards the Mansion House Station
+on his way back to Kensington, fairly hugging his two sovereigns. He was
+beginning to get rich already; never had he quite so much money of his
+own before, and as he hurried along, he began wondering what he should
+do with it. "I know," he said to himself, with a triumphant smile, as he
+leaned back in his corner: "I'll give Agnes ten shillings and Eddie ten,
+I'll keep ten for myself, and put ten in the savings' bank. Uncle
+Gregory says that the way to become rich is to save some of everything,
+no matter how little. Ten shillings won't do much towards getting back
+Riversdale, but it's a beginning. I hope Eddie has begun to save too."
+When he reached home, Bertie found his aunt and cousins just going out
+for a drive, and they all seemed a little surprised to see him.
+
+"What's the matter? is anything wrong?" Mrs. Gregory asked, stopping him
+in the hall.
+
+"No, aunt; only I've got leave to spend the holidays at Fitzroy Square.
+Good-bye, aunt; good-bye, cousins," he added hastily, for he did not
+want to lose a moment.
+
+"Wait a moment, Bertie," Mrs. Gregory said, more kindly than she had
+ever spoken before; "John will drive you over in the dog-cart, and I
+must send your brother and cousin their Christmas gifts; and I hope you
+will enjoy yourself very much. Good-bye, my dear;" and Mrs. Gregory went
+into the dining-room to order a hamper of good things to be packed for
+Fitzroy Square, and then she selected from her enormous store of
+presents a workbox for Agnes, a capital volume for Eddie--though the
+book had been intended for her own Dick, but it would be easy to get
+another copy for him--and a knife for Bertie himself, that gladdened his
+heart for many a day. The truth is, that when Mrs. Gregory saw Bertie,
+her conscience smote her. She was not really unkind, but very
+thoughtless; and ever since her boys came from Eton she had entirely
+forgotten him. Had he been at home all day, he might perhaps have shared
+in their pleasures; as it was, he scarcely ever even saw them. When he
+returned from the City they were generally off to some place of
+entertainment, and arrived home barely in time for dinner; when that was
+over, they were off again, their mother never being tired of going about
+with her two handsome lads, while the equally handsome "office-boy"
+spent his evenings in the solitary school-room. Still, it should be
+said, she had not wilfully ignored and neglected Bertie, and when she
+saw how delighted he was to get away from Gore House, she felt naturally
+ashamed of herself, and resolved to be kinder to him when he came back,
+for he was really a very good, quiet boy, who never gave any trouble.
+Meantime she filled a hamper with dainties, packed up the presents, even
+sent her love to Uncle and Aunt Clair, and a very handsome card; and
+half-an-hour after Bertie was driving briskly through the park, looking
+proudly at the hamper and parcel, and wondering if there were so happy a
+boy in all London that bright, frosty day. Just as he turned into
+Fitzroy Square a sudden thought struck him: Aunt Amy and Uncle Clair had
+not invited him, did not even know he was coming, and the fact damped
+his spirits for a moment. But he laughed off the uneasy sensation. And
+before long he was flying up the steps; but ere he could reach the
+knocker, the door swung open, and he was in Aunt Amy's arms.
+
+"My dear, how glad I am to see you, and so are all of us!" she said,
+kissing him tenderly. "This is indeed a pleasant surprise for us,
+Bertie!"
+
+"I've come for ten days, auntie," he cried: "that is, if you will have
+me; but I never thought of asking you till I saw the house; but I may
+stay, may I not?"
+
+"Stay! I should think so. Why, child, I'm delighted!" and Aunt Amy
+kissed Bertie again, and then bustled out to see after his things; but
+John had already deposited them in the hall. Bertie forgot nothing but
+his own personal belongings. "I am so sorry," he cried, "but I've
+forgotten my things and my dressing-case. I was so excited, I really did
+not know what was doing."
+
+"I'll bring them over in the morning, Master Bertie," John said,
+good-naturedly, though he could not help wondering at his forgetting his
+wardrobe; but that was because he did not know Bertie, who never forgot
+his friends, or neglected a single living creature that he once
+undertook to care for.
+
+"What a delightful surprise this will be for Eddie and Agnes!" Mrs.
+Clair said, when they were alone in the parlour. "They are out for a
+walk with Uncle Harry. It was only this morning they were saying what
+gay times you would have at Gore House now your cousins are at home, and
+that you would not think of us; but I knew better, Bertie."
+
+"Why, Aunt Amy, I've scarcely ever spoken to my cousins: they're always
+out enjoying themselves; and I was longing to come here. Was it not good
+of Uncle Gregory to let me come, and give me such a long holiday? and
+look, auntie, two sovereigns for a Christmas present, and" (dragging in
+the hamper and parcel) "Aunt Gregory sent these--a workbox for Agnes,
+and a book for Eddie, and such a knife for me! And it was she told John
+to drive me over in the dog-cart. And, best news of all, when I go back
+to the office there's to be a new arrangement. I'm going into Uncle
+Gregory's private office and am to have a salary; think of that, Aunt
+Amy! I'm beginning to make my fortune already, and I dare say I'll be
+rich before very long, then Eddie and Agnes shall have Riversdale; but I
+think I'll be a merchant always, and perhaps be Lord Mayor of London
+some day, like Whittington, though instead of having a favourite cat
+I've only white mice!"
+
+Aunt Amy laughed almost as heartily as Bertie. It was good to see the
+boy's happy, honest face, and hear his cheery voice. Whatever Bertie
+Rivers undertook to do he certainly did with all his heart, and that was
+the true secret of his happiness. While they were still enjoying the
+idea of Bertie being a Lord Mayor, the door opened, and Uncle Clair,
+Agnes, and Eddie entered the room, and it was hard to say whether they
+were more amazed or pleased to see Bertie established there.
+
+(_To be continued._)
+
+
+
+
+THE CHILDREN'S OWN GARDEN IN AUGUST.
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Beds and borders which have been very showy and pretty from the latter
+part of May to the end of July will now have reached their highest stage
+of perfection. Such plants as geraniums, calceolarias, lobelias, &c.,
+make an exceedingly small amount of growth all through the summer, but
+so soon as the dewy nights and often wet days of August and September
+arrive, they start into growth with the greatest of rapidity. This state
+of things is, of course, almost an infallible sign that the irksome
+labour of watering can be dispensed with. At the same time, the plants
+must on no account be allowed to flag from want of water, and this
+matter needs very careful attention; it will be often found, even after
+what seems to be a heavy shower of rain, that the earth is perfectly
+dust-dry half an inch under the surface. This circumstance is a most
+misleading one, and a valuable plant is quickly lost through neglecting
+to take necessary precautions.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Whilst making the strong growth just mentioned, it will be very
+necessary to properly train the young shoots in such a manner as to
+ensure a neat and compact growth. All decaying vegetation, such as
+leaves, stems, &c., must be promptly removed, and that before they cause
+other leaves, &c., to become equally diseased. Nothing looks so
+excessively deplorable as to see what was at one time a neat bed of
+plants in a semi-rotten state. When a stem or leaf of a geranium becomes
+wholly or partly separated, it rapidly decays; hence the great
+importance of removing such before it becomes a mass of decomposition.
+It is the same with the fuchsia and many others. Hoeing and otherwise
+cleaning the surfaces of beds and borders must be carried out where
+practicable. Weeds and objectionable vegetation of all sorts should be
+removed to the rubbish-heap at the earliest possible moment, thereby
+securing a general tidy appearance to the place.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Almost every day will occasion some new operation to be carried out, and
+all plants having a naturally rambling habit, such as petunias and
+verbenas, must be strictly kept within bounds by being pegged down. This
+can be done by using what are known as "verbena-pins," and these can be
+purchased at a cheap rate from any local seedsman, or may be easily made
+by converting pieces of galvanised or any thin wire into sizes and
+shapes identical with small hair-pins. Each shoot must be carefully
+secured close to the earth with one of these. It must be remembered that
+the young shoots are very tender, and that the least clumsy handling
+will destroy them. Hollyhocks and dahlias, and, indeed, all tall-growing
+herbaceous plants, will require very careful looking after, in the
+matter of tying and training more especially. Dahlias and hollyhocks are
+really the supreme ornaments of the garden during the latter part of the
+summer and throughout the autumnal months. The latter-named,
+unfortunately, is extremely liable to the attacks of a virulent form of
+fungoid disease, which rapidly destroys it. We know of no real
+preventative, and the only plan we can recommend is to select strong
+young plants, which are in no degree affected with it, and on the very
+first appearance of the disease to destroy all those infested.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+The rose--that "Queen of flowers"--will, in all probability, require
+attention; extra strong and gross-growing shoots may be cut back, and
+train all young growth with the view of securing not only a well-formed
+specimen, but also a robust growth. As a general rule, the training of
+roses must be left to a good practical gardener, but we strongly advise
+all our young friends to pay careful attention to what he does, and to
+the advice he gives, so that they may themselves at another time perform
+the necessary operations, with, of course, a considerable amount more
+pleasure. We may here remark that all young people must never be above
+taking hints and advice from gardeners, because the power to give such
+has been almost invariably acquired by long experience, and is given
+with the best of intentions. And, moreover, few things are more pleasing
+to a gardener than to see young folk taking a practical interest in his
+favourite pursuit.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Cuttings may now be made of a great number of plants, and cold frames or
+shady spots in the garden may be utilised for growing them. As a rule,
+the separation should be made a little way under the joint. A cutting
+has been truly defined as a part of a plant with growing appendages at
+either end, and a space between to keep them sufficiently apart, so that
+one part shall be in the soil to form roots, and the other in the air
+to form leaves and stem. They are usually obtained from the young wood,
+and strike most freely in sand. It is easy to determine whether a shoot
+be in a proper state for making a cutting: bend it carefully back, and
+if it breaks or snaps it is in a right condition, and if it bends
+without snapping it is then too hard. The most general "cut" is a
+slanting one, but we have invariably found a level one both easiest made
+and quickest rooted. Whichever is done, let it be done with a sharp
+knife, and let the cut be "clean," not jagged--this is an important
+consideration.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+The kitchen-gardens of young folk will require but little attention
+during the month of August, although just the reverse is the case in
+large establishments. However, all the necessary weeding, raking, and
+hoeing should be done without fail. Seeds also may be now sown of cress,
+mustard, and radishes, but they must all be gathered when in a very
+young state. Seeds of the American Red-stone Turnip or other good sort
+can be sown in any odd piece of ordinary garden soil. Delicious little
+turnips will be produced in about five or six weeks very easily, if a
+small amount of care is given, the chief requirements being water when
+the weather is dry, thinning-out where they come up very close together,
+and keeping thoroughly clear of weeds--mere matters of detail, which
+require but little time to carry out, and which will ensure a very good
+crop of a most desirable vegetable.
+
+
+
+
+JEMMY'S AND MY ADVENTURE.
+
+_By the Author of "Claimed at Last" &c._
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Jemmy was five, I seven--two quaint little people we must have looked,
+as we trotted out through the lengthening shadows from the old Manor
+Farmhouse, where we had been sojourning with our grandmother and Uncle
+John, all the summer-time. Now August was fast glowing itself away
+towards September, and all was rich, ripe grain, happy toiling and
+mirth, in the far-stretching fields. Out from the old flower-wreathed
+porch we both of us trudged, and away on an expedition of our own.
+
+"We mustn't be idle--the bees are not idle, are they?" piped Jemmy,
+turning to watch the bees working in the flower-beds. And I responded--
+
+"No, nor are we idle if we try to be busy."
+
+"And seeing other folk work is like working ourselves, isn't it?"
+reasoned Jemmy.
+
+"And picking flowers for grandmamma is real work," was my complacent
+rejoinder, pressing the wooden basket I carried closer to my side, and
+thinking myself a very industrious little woman.
+
+Away on the downs, all beautiful colours were chasing each other among
+the sunbeams, and the trees waved overhead, as if they liked to fan all
+the busy toilers on the earth. And by the old beech-tree, at the
+cross-roads, we met Uncle John.
+
+"Well," was his greeting; "where do you two midges think you're off to?"
+
+"I'm going to look after the harvest folk," quoth Jemmy, with a swagger.
+
+"And I'm going to gather flowers for grandmamma--and we're not midges,
+uncle," said I, with a girl's protest.
+
+"Ah! what are you, then, little fluffy hair?" was his smiling reply,
+putting back my yellow curls from my forehead with his finger.
+
+"Two busy people that don't like to be idle."
+
+"Ah! well, go on, you make-believes; mind and be home by sundown, and
+don't lose yourselves." Thus he admonished us; then he went his way, and
+we ours.
+
+"Sundown is a long time, isn't it, Nell?" remarked Jemmy; "and we're not
+such sillies as to lose ourselves."
+
+"No; uncle doesn't know how wise we are," I answered; and then we
+travelled on all through the rich, ripe harvest-glory of cornfields.
+
+But the harvest folk seemed very far off; the silent fields lay basking
+in the sunshine, with the lengthening shadows stretching athwart them,
+some with the golden grain cut and ready for carting, some still
+standing awaiting the sickle. But no happy toilers were to be seen. Yes,
+we alighted upon one, a lad sitting manufacturing a whistle-pipe, and
+watching some sheep wandering in a field, where the wheat had been
+reaped and gleaned.
+
+"Where are the harvest folk?" questioned Jemmy, with dignity.
+
+"Harvest folk, young sir! That's a wide question, 'cause them's
+everywhere," replied the lad, with a grin.
+
+"I don't see them," was the reply.
+
+"I'm a harvest folk, and so is them--them's havin' their harvest,"
+saying which the boy jerked his thumb in the direction of the sheep.
+
+"They're not folk, they are sheep," dissented Jemmy, with scorn.
+
+"Well, follow your noses, youngsters;' and you'll find some harvest
+folk, if ye go far enough."
+
+"He's a great rude boy, Nell, come away," quoth Jemmy to me, taking my
+hand, and boy-like leading me on. And as we went we met a mite of a boy
+of about Jemmy's age, with a small bundle of corn on his shoulder, like
+a miniature man.
+
+"Are you come from the harvest people?" asked Jemmy.
+
+"Yes," was the child's reply.
+
+"And where are they?"
+
+"I don't know; ever so far away. I'm carrying home mother's corn." With
+that the little man trudged on his way, and we went flitting here and
+there, I picking corn-flowers, and Jemmy looking for fat toads and
+shrews. And all the while our shadows standing by our sides warned us of
+what would befall us ere long.
+
+"I think," said I, presently, "that I'll sit down here by these sheaves
+awhile;" but ere we had bent our tired little limbs, out flew a
+beautiful bird from their midst, all blue and gold, and many other tints
+intermingling to our imaginative eyes, viewing it in the sunlight.
+
+"Oh, Nell, what a beauty!" cried Jemmy, and hand in hand we drew near to
+admire it, as it poised itself in mid air over our heads. To our
+childish fancy it was a stranger bird, a wanderer from some foreign
+clime.
+
+"Oh, if I could sketch it!" I sighed.
+
+"Oh, if I could catch it!" cried more matter-of-fact Jemmy; and then, as
+the bird flew away, we followed it as if we were charmed, spell-bound.
+
+Away and away, across the fields, up the steep hill-side, our backs to
+the sun, our faces--ah, me! that pretty bird led us far astray; and now
+we were in the copse, on the sloping hill-side. Thus our bird had wiled
+us on; we heard it sing to us, as in merry laughter, as we wandered here
+and there seeking it in the shady tangle, but we never found it, nor
+caught a glimpse of it; we saw it wing its way thither, and that was
+all. When we emerged upon the open downs again, the sun had set, the
+cornfields below looked dim and gloomy, as if something were lost, dead,
+and over the wild waste of downs, shadows were creeping and crawling.
+And oh, how our little legs ached! We were fain to sit down and rest
+awhile. What was worse, we had turned and twisted, and gone hither and
+thither, till we did not know in what direction lay our home. We rose
+and turned to right and left, east, west, north, and south, but those
+dark, deepening shadows seemed to be creeping after us, and monsters
+came crawling and stealing up the hill-side, and went we knew not
+whither. Then a mist gathered over, not deep and blinding, but just
+enough to make everything look unreal and terrible to us small, lonely
+creatures.
+
+"Oh, Jemmy, what is that?" cried I, as a great, dark something loomed
+near us.
+
+"Oh, I don't know," said he, in a frightened whisper; but he threw his
+arm about me, his boy-nature strong within him.
+
+Then the wind swept cold and bleak, bringing with it a low growl--at
+least so it sounded to our poor frightened senses, and we fairly clung
+to each other.
+
+"That's wolves!" moaned Jemmy, while that great threatening something at
+our side seemed to fade away, others stealing up and taking its place.
+
+[Illustration: IN THE HARVEST FIELD.
+
+"_JEMMY'S AND MY ADVENTURE_" (_p. 102_).]
+
+"Wolves don't live in England," said I.
+
+"They did when little William was a boy," returned Jemmy, and I, as I
+remembered the tragic story of the little woodman and his dog Cæsar,
+felt that we too, for aught we knew, were to pass through a time of
+terror, as did he.
+
+In an instant the incidents of that story rose before me like living
+pictures. The death of little William's father, his cruel brothers
+banding together, and taking him three days' journey into the forest,
+just to be free of him, to let him die of hunger or what not, shutting
+up his only friend, his trusty dog Cæsar, at home. Their stealing away
+on the third night while he slept, his awakening, his long, weary
+waiting for their return during the day, his terror at nightfall. Then I
+saw him praying, as the weird sounds of the wood made his little heart
+quake. Then followed the unmistakable howl of the wolves, his flight
+hither and thither, his climbing a tree to be safe from the hideous
+animals, and his seeing a light while there. Next, I saw him rushing
+toward it, a wolf on his track, the glare of fiery eyes behind him, the
+pat of feet, the panting breath; the river which barred his progress,
+and stayed his flying, stumbling, uncertain feet; the leaping of the
+animal on his back, which proved to be his dear little dog Cæsar, broke
+loose from home, and come to find him; Cæsar's fight with a wolf which
+followed, and, oh, joy! his coming upon his grandmother's cottage, to
+home and safety. Tears rushed to my eyes as it all rose before me.
+
+"Let us hide away in the copse," said I, for I fancied that growling,
+wailing sound came sweeping up to us from over the downs.
+
+"I think if we could get out on the other side, that would be our way
+home," said I to my wee brother, as we groped and threaded our way.
+
+But the other side of the copse was like this side, a tangle, a mystery;
+we were like two birds caught in a net. We sat down and cried bitterly.
+
+And now there was a stirring among the bushes, and that howling,
+moaning, fearful sound seemed now upon us, now afar, till it lost itself
+in space. Crash, crash, crash, came something through the brambles and
+bushes, and, as by instinct, we leaped to our feet and ran. None but a
+child knows a child's terror: so weak, so puny, so unaccustomed to rely
+on itself for protection, for a means to escape from danger and peril.
+Hand in hand, we rushed forward like the wandering babes in the wood;
+now we fell, tripped up by a root of a tree; now that moan swept over
+us, that terrible moan more like a roar, and we were on our feet,
+scudding on as before.
+
+On, on, still on--glancing over my shoulder, what did I espy but two
+fiery eyes gleaming through the darkness, as did poor hapless William,
+and the rush of some eager animal bent on prey, which would not be
+driven back, came distinct and clear. I did not tell Jemmy what my
+startled eyes beheld, but hurried him on, on--whither?
+
+Now came the pant, pant of the creature's breath, and now--as in the
+story of little William--there stretched before us a stream of water.
+What could we do?
+
+I glanced behind me as we halted by the river in front, into which we
+had well-nigh rushed.
+
+Ah! those burning eyes were upon us, so to speak, the creature's breath
+fanned my cheek. Now his paws were on my shoulders to tear me down. I
+shrieked as to some unknown hand to save me, and Jemmy belaboured him
+with a stick he caught up in desperation. But the beast did not bite me,
+only whined out his joy, and licked my face. It was Ben, Uncle John's
+old dog Ben; and oh, joy! there was Uncle John himself bearing down upon
+us, like some giant in the gloom.
+
+"Well, you youngsters, what have you to say for yourselves to Ben and
+me?" so he questioned, as we clung tightly to him, each holding a hand.
+
+"Uncle," said I, after I had kissed the dear old dog, and Jemmy had
+caressed him, "uncle, did you hear anything growling all about? We did,
+and thought 'twas wolves, same as little William heard."
+
+"No, Nell, I heard no sound of wolves--how could I when there are no
+wolves to hear? That was the wind you heard, little one," was the reply.
+
+"And we saw great monsters that crawled, and crept, and frightened us
+ever so much," I told him, with a quaver in my voice.
+
+"That was the mist wreathing and curling, which your frightened little
+hearts made monsters of. But come, you've not answered my question--what
+have you to say to Mr. Ben and me for leading us this long dance?"
+
+"It was a bird's fault, uncle," said I, true to my sex in making my
+excuse, "a dear, lovely bird, which flew away in here, and we followed
+it, and so--and so we forgot and were lost."
+
+"Ah! children," said Uncle John, as he led us home, one on either side
+of him, I wearing uncle's pocket-handkerchief on my head, knotted into
+something like a turban, Ben trotting on before--"Ah, children, little
+feet shouldn't wander far from home; little heads shouldn't think
+themselves overwise; and little things like pretty birds shouldn't make
+small people forget their uncle's command to be home before sundown.
+Now, if you will only just get home by moondown, 'twill do very well."
+
+
+
+
+MORNINGS AT THE ZOO.
+
+
+VII.--ABOUT THE BATS.
+
+[Illustration: HEAD OF BARBASTELLE BAT.]
+
+Perhaps none of the inmates of the Zoological Gardens, London, cause
+such serious disappointment as the Bats. Indeed, it may fairly be
+questioned whether one half of the visitors are aware that the Gardens
+contain specimens of these really interesting animals. The fact is, the
+creatures do not obtrude themselves upon any person's notice, and those
+who do not know their whereabouts, but want to see them, might spend a
+day in vainly looking for them, unless they invoked the aid of one of
+the keepers. Yet the bats are often enough discovered quite by accident
+where they are least expected. Their cages will be found in the
+monkey-house, screened from the light by a blind. Raise the blind and
+you will observe them hanging by their hind feet, with their wings
+wrapped round them like a cloak. They are no doubt asleep, but the
+raising of the screen may rouse some of them, who will turn their wee
+sharp noses and bright eyes towards the inquisitive stranger, and utter
+a little "cheeping" cry of complaint at having their repose disturbed.
+Night being the season of their activity, the bats do not favourably
+impress the casual visitor. After the Gardens have closed, however, they
+get more lively, though the smallness of their domicile prevents them
+from flying. They crawl about their cages and fight for the titbits of
+food. Tame bats may be trained to display some amount of fondness for
+their keeper. If set free they will creep about his person and get on to
+his shoulder and lick his face like a dog.
+
+Until the time of the illustrious Linnæus the bats had been more or less
+a puzzle both to scientific folk and to common people. The general
+notion was that they were a kind of bird with wings of skin, while the
+German name for the creature, _Fledermaus_, or fluttering mouse, points
+to another opinion that they were neither bird nor beast, but a mixture
+of both. Other delusions remained in force up to a recent period. "Blind
+as a bat," is an old saying so much the reverse of fact, that it is not
+easy to explain how it ever obtained currency among people who had seen
+the animal. So far from being afflicted with blindness, they are, says
+Mr. Dallas, "furnished with very efficient eyes, although, in most
+cases, these are little bead-like organs, very unlike the eyes usually
+seen in animals whose activity is nocturnal."
+
+Nevertheless bats are not dependent upon their eyesight for a means of
+getting about in the dark. They are able to fly with great speed and
+accuracy, to avoid obstacles, and to enter small holes without making
+the least mistake. Experiments have shown that this singular power of
+direction is due to a remarkable development of the sense of touch
+especially to be found in their great expanse of wing. Further, these
+animals possess large ears and curious nostrils, some of which are
+leaf-like formations of the most extraordinary description. These skin
+growths are all supposed to have reference to the skill with which the
+creatures wing their way in the darkest caves.
+
+As regards diet their wants are simple. Most bats feed on insects which
+they catch on the wing; some of them eat fruit; and a few enjoy a bad
+name because they suck the blood of other animals. Of these last are the
+so-called vampire bats, respecting which it used to be said that they
+fanned their victim with their wings while they sucked its life's blood.
+Though it is quite true that horses and cattle in South America are
+attacked by some bats, this hideous tale is altogether fabulous.
+
+In considering the habits of these queer beings we shall confine
+ourselves to the fruit-eaters, to which the bats in the Zoo belong. In
+their native haunts the flying foxes, as they are called, are terribly
+destructive creatures. In Ceylon they hang upon some trees in such
+numbers that the branches often give way beneath their weight. While
+hovering round the trees stripping them of their fruit, the beating of
+their broad wings creates quite a hum. In the forenoon they take a
+"constitutional," just for a little exercise, and to air and dry their
+fur after the dews of the early morning. Then they return to the
+shadiest nook they can find till nightfall. Sometimes an attempt is made
+by its fellows to plunder a bat before it can manage to retire to a safe
+and snug retreat where it may enjoy its dinner in peace and quiet. Then
+fighting takes place, during which they tear one another with their
+hooks, screaming angrily the while. At last the would-be victim
+contrives to escape by flight to a distant spot, where in hot haste it
+devours its fruit. When the flying foxes drink, they lap by hanging head
+downwards from a branch over the water. Some of the Indian fruit bats,
+according to Mr. Francis Day, "often pass the night partaking of the
+toddy from the chatties in the cocoa-nut trees, which results either in
+their returning home in the early morning in a state of extreme and
+riotous intoxication, or in being found the next day at the foot of the
+trees sleeping off the effects of their midnight drinking." These
+"chatties," I may explain, are bowls containing various liquors
+belonging to natives, which are placed in the trees to keep them cool.
+
+The margined fruit bat--so called from the white border that surrounds
+its ears--works great mischief in the plantations upon which it feeds.
+They will fly as many as thirty or forty miles and back the same night
+in search of food. It is a greedy animal, individuals kept in captivity
+seeming to be always eating. The fruit bats are found in Asia, Africa,
+and Australia.
+
+Many readers have doubtless seen bats in the course of their evening
+walks, and it may, therefore, be worth while to remind them that British
+bats--the long-eared and the barbastelle bats, for example,--feed upon
+insects. The blood-suckers, again, do not appear to belong to any other
+country but South America. All the fruit-eaters are, comparatively
+speaking, big bats. In size they range from the Great Kalong, the
+largest of all bats, which measures fourteen inches long, and has a wing
+expansion of upwards of four feet, to the dwarf long-tongued fruit bat,
+which is only from two and a half to three inches in length, with an
+expanse of wing of from eight to ten inches. The conditions of existence
+in the Zoo at present entirely prevent the captive bats from ever having
+an opportunity of doing justice to themselves. Perhaps at some date,
+more or less distant, they may be accommodated with a cage roomy enough
+to enable them to use their wings freely, and otherwise to display their
+powers.
+
+    JAMES A. MANSON.
+
+
+
+
+A GAME OF CRICKET IN ELFLAND.
+
+A FAIRY STORY.
+
+
+It was a large gander, and it seemed to be a fierce gander, for it
+hissed loudly when Felix waved a switch before it, and pointed his
+finger at it crying, "Bohoo, bohoo, you goosey gander."
+
+It was not very polite, and the gander seemed to grow more and more
+angry, and yet it would not leave Felix. At length Felix still pointing
+at the gander, said--
+
+    "Goosey, goosey, gander,
+    Whither shall we wander,
+    Up the hill, or through the vale,
+    Or in the pinewoods yonder."
+
+And to his great surprise the gander drew in his head, and replied
+promptly--
+
+"Pinewoods."
+
+And a goose in the distance cried out--
+
+"Make haste then."
+
+Felix dropped the switch, put his hands in his pockets, and stared at
+both the birds.
+
+"Come," said the gander, spreading out his wings; "get on my back, and
+
+          Away we'll sail
+    Down the river in the vale,
+    Away to the pinewoods, away, away."
+
+Splash, splash, such a spluttering in the water, and Felix, holding on
+by the gander's neck, shivered as the water touched him, for it was very
+cold; which much surprised him, as the day was hot, and the sun was
+shining.
+
+[Illustration: IT HISSED LOUDLY.]
+
+How large the gander had grown! he had seemed a large gander before, but
+now he seemed quite monstrous. And the river grew wider, and the trees
+appeared to reach the sky, and the flags and bulrushes were like young
+palm-trees, and the flowers shot up to a great size. There was one clump
+of lilies of the valley much taller than Felix, and quite overshadowing
+a girl in a large cap with a blue ribbon in it, who seemed to be
+gathering some flowers growing in the water.
+
+As Felix approached the bank the lily bells swayed to and fro with a
+melodious sound as if bells of the purest silver were ringing.
+
+"Welcoming us to Elfland," observed the gander.
+
+"Isn't it the Pinewood?" asked Felix.
+
+"It's all the same," answered the gander.
+
+"Who is the little girl? She is coming to speak to us."
+
+[Illustration: "THE LILY-BELLS SWAYED."]
+
+"Little girl, indeed," returned the gander contemptuously; "it's the
+Pine Queen; she has been asking you to come for weeks, but you took no
+notice of her. She sent messages by the swallows and the blackbirds, and
+the butterflies, and the grasshopper, but you did not heed them."
+
+"I never heard them," said Felix, somewhat bewildered.
+
+"Of course not; boys never do; they are always thinking of toys and
+games, and tarts and plum-cake, and the birds and butterflies speak to
+them in vain."
+
+"I don't understand," said Felix.
+
+"Of course not, but now," said the gander, suddenly rising in the water
+and flapping his wings; "having done my duty in bringing you here, I
+leave you to take care of yourself."
+
+So saying he tossed Felix off his back to the bank, at the feet of the
+Pine Queen.
+
+As Felix looked at the Pine Queen he noticed that she was dressed in
+silk and satin, and that her cap had turned into a crown of diamonds,
+and that she had diamond buckles on her shoes, and that she seemed very
+glittering and dazzling altogether.
+
+She looked at Felix, and then said--
+
+    "Two little maidens winding wool all day,
+    If you want to see them please to walk this way."
+
+"I don't care about seeing them," said Felix, who thought this a very
+odd way of beginning a conversation; nevertheless he followed the Pine
+Queen along the path through the trees.
+
+It was very pleasant, the great straight pines with their tufted
+branches, and the sun sending slanting rays of gold through them; whilst
+the wild strawberries shone like heaps of rubies at his feet. Wonderful
+birds and butterflies were darting hither and thither amongst the
+loveliest flowers. And on a grassy nook not far from a waterfall he
+perceived some white marble steps on which two little girls sat. The one
+was holding a great skein of wool, and the other was winding it. There
+was a great heap of wool of all colours on the ground.
+
+    "We wind, we wind till we've wound enough
+    Of wool a hundred balls to stuff."
+
+sang the little maidens.
+
+"What for?" asked Felix.
+
+    "For cricket-balls we work away,
+    With which pine-cricket players play."
+
+sang the maidens.
+
+"But cricket-balls should be hard," said Felix.
+
+"Not in Elfland," answered the Pine Queen, smiling; "it's a different
+game altogether; we hit 'soft' instead of 'hard,' and our bats are
+brushes, and we make no scores."
+
+"It must be a queer game," said Felix.
+
+"_We_ think it a much better game than yours," answered the Queen, "pads
+are never wanted; and there are no wickets, and no one is ever caught
+out."
+
+[Illustration: "HE PERCEIVED ... TWO LITTLE GIRLS."]
+
+"How funny!" exclaimed Felix; "I should not care to play at such a
+game."
+
+The Queen made no answer, and they walked on until they met a girl with
+a pail of water, who curtseyed respectfully.
+
+"She's going to wash the cricket-ground," explained the Pine Queen.
+
+"Oh!" said Felix, which was all that he could say, for the fact was
+everything seemed so very strange to him.
+
+    "Scour the ground, mop it, and dry it with care,
+      Sprinkle it over with Eau-de-Cologne.
+    Roses in flower-pots put round here and there,
+      And the roses must all be full-blown."
+
+[Illustration: "THEY MET A GIRL WITH A PAIL."]
+
+The eyes of Felix grew rounder and rounder, as the Pine Queen gave these
+directions, and he rubbed them to be quite certain that he was awake.
+
+"_We_ roll and mow the grass," he half whispered.
+
+"_We_ scour, and mop, and dry, and polish," murmured the Queen.
+
+"_We_ play with bats," Felix went on.
+
+"_We_ play with brushes," continued the Queen; "and here is one of our
+players in full costume."
+
+Felix glanced round, but he only saw a boy who looked like a street
+sweeper, with a hand-brush in one hand and a broom in the other. He had
+on a sailor's hat, and he touched the brim of it with the broom-handle,
+as a salutation to the Queen.
+
+"Queer, queerer, queerest!" thought Felix.
+
+"Are you a good brusher?" asked the boy, suddenly; "can you brush the
+balls well?"
+
+Felix stared at him.
+
+"Oh!" said the boy; "I thought you would be sure to be a good
+cricketer."
+
+"So I am," returned Felix; "I am a good batter. I've got a prize bat."
+
+The boy burst out laughing, so did some magpies and squirrels. So did
+the streamlet that was running along so fast. Even the little fishes
+popped up their heads and laughed--
+
+"Haha! haha! hoho! hoho!"
+
+There was such a noise that Felix had to ask several times before he got
+an answer.
+
+"What are they laughing at?"
+
+"At you," answered the boy.
+
+"It's very rude of them," said Felix, taking up a stone to throw at the
+magpies, which were chattering.
+
+"Don't, don't," said the stone. "I don't want to hurt any one."
+
+Felix, in his surprise, dropped the stone, and it fell to the ground,
+saying--
+
+"Thank you! thank you!"
+
+"Queer, queerer, queerest!" said Felix to himself. But the Pine Queen
+knew what he was saying, for she said--
+
+"Wait till you have seen the practice." Felix rubbed his eyes again, for
+though the sun was shining, there was certainly snow upon the ground,
+and the two little players, who stood with brush and ball in their
+hands, were clad in warm coats and gloves and winter boots, which Felix
+thought must prevent their running well. The girl had a scarlet feather
+in her felt hat, and the boy a long blue tassel hanging from his velvet
+cap. The girl was raising her brush to ward off the ball that the boy
+was about to throw.
+
+"Isn't it pretty?" said the Pine Queen--
+
+    "Throw, throw, hit, hit!
+    No danger, not a bit."
+
+But Felix was thinking about "Scour, mop, and dry it," as he looked at
+the snow-covered patch of land.
+
+"Ah!" continued the Pine Queen, divining his thoughts, "snow is soft, so
+that if the players fall it does not hurt them. But there is no snow to
+be seen when the regular game begins."
+
+And the Queen waved a rose that she held in her hand, and in a moment
+the scene was changed, and Felix saw before him a smooth piece of lawn
+that looked like shining velvet. The flower-pots with full-blown roses
+were there, so was the girl with the pail and the player with the long
+broom, looking quite hot, as if they had been at work for hours.
+
+"A good morning's work," observed the Queen. "See how neat it is."
+
+[Illustration: "HE ONLY SAW A BOY ... LIKE A STREET-SWEEPER."]
+
+Felix grew more and more perplexed. How could they scour and sweep under
+the snow? And how did the flower-pots get there, and the players; for
+the ground was all covered with the pine-wood cricket-players, dressed
+in the gayest and airiest of costumes. Half had brushes and half had
+balls. And the balls were flying here and there, and if the players hit
+them so that they rose in the air, they burst, and butterflies of the
+loveliest colours issued forth; whilst if the balls fell to the ground,
+frogs innumerable hopped out of them, and making their way to the banks
+of the river, sat there singing in a most delightful manner.
+
+[Illustration: "THE GIRL WAS RAISING HER BRUSH" (_p. 107_).]
+
+Yet, sweet as it was, the music seemed to confuse him as much as the
+game, which grew every moment more and more intricate; the players,
+brandishing their brushes, flew round, and the balls flashed about, and
+at last all that Felix could see was a mass of dazzling rainbow colours
+whirling past him.
+
+All at once he heard a loud hissing, and he saw the large gander
+waddling up from the river; and beside him was the little girl with the
+large cap with the blue bow in it, and she held out her hand, saying--
+
+"Good-bye, Felix. Come and see us again."
+
+"That I will," replied Felix.
+
+But he never did.
+
+For from that day he never saw the gander again; nor could he ever find
+the way to the pine-forest, though he fancied he had remembered it quite
+well; nor did he ever see the game of brush-cricket played again.
+
+Sometimes he even doubted whether he had been to Pineland, and had seen
+the wonderful game.
+
+"But yet," said he, "if I had not seen it, how should I know anything
+about the forest and the Pine Queen? and how should I know how
+brush-cricket is played?"
+
+And how should he?
+
+    JULIA GODDARD.
+
+
+
+
+HARVEST DAYS.
+
+
+    Over the cornfield fell the sunlight,
+      And turned all the stubble to gold,
+    And 'neath the pale cloud-shades of evening
+      Deep crimson and purple unrolled.
+
+    The gleaners were busily gleaning
+      The yellow corn scattered around;
+    The waggons, all heavily laden,
+      Were tracing with furrows the ground.
+
+    The farmer stood lazily viewing
+      The harvesting in of his wheat,
+    His daughters were standing beside him,
+      His faithful dog lay at his feet.
+
+    There came by a shy little gleaner,
+      Flaxen-headed, with eyes bright and blue,
+    And the farmer smiled down, "Little maiden,
+      Come here--here's a gleaning for you."
+
+[Illustration: THE GLEANER. (_See p. 108._)]
+
+    He pulled from the waggon an armful
+      Of corn; and the gleaner's eyes gleamed:
+    She dimpled, she flushed, and she curtsied,
+      Such a great golden treasure it seemed.
+
+    "Ay, sowing, and reaping, and harvest,"
+      The farmer soft spake as she passed,
+    And he thought of earth's sowing and reaping,
+      And the harvest that must come at last.
+
+
+
+
+LITTLE MARGARET'S KITCHEN, AND WHAT SHE DID IN IT.--VIII.
+
+_By_ PHILLIS BROWNE, _Author of "A Year's Cookery," "What Girls can Do,"
+&c._
+
+
+When Margaret and Mary entered the kitchen on the day on which the
+children were to learn how to bake meat, they found Mrs. Herbert already
+there. As usual, everything was laid ready for them. The meat was on a
+dish, the tins and various utensils were clean and bright, and there was
+a clear bright fire, while a general feeling of warmth and comfort
+pervaded everything, which was very agreeable, as it was a cold day.
+
+"You have cleared out the flues properly and cleaned the oven for us, I
+hope, cook," said Mrs. Herbert.
+
+"Oh yes, ma'am; it is all as it should be," replied cook, with a
+satisfied look as she watched Mrs. Herbert open the oven door, glance
+quickly in all the corners, put her hand inside for a moment to test the
+heat, then draw it out, and shut the oven door once more.
+
+"That is well," said Mrs. Herbert. "Now remember, children, when you are
+going to bake meat, the first thing you have to look after is the
+condition of the oven. If the soot has not been swept away from the back
+and round about, your oven will not heat satisfactorily, no matter how
+much coal you pile on the fire; and if the shelves are dirty, that is,
+if a little syrup from the last pie which was baked in it, or splashes
+of fat from the last joint, are left to burn on the shelves, the meat
+will taste unpleasantly, and very likely be indigestible also."
+
+"But we cannot prevent syrup boiling over," said Margaret.
+
+"Perhaps not; but you can scrape off what was spilt before it has time
+to burn on the shelves, and you can clean out thoroughly, and wash the
+shelves with weak vinegar and water, to make them fresh and sweet. We
+very often hear people say they do not like baked meat, because it
+tastes of the oven."
+
+"Yes, I have often heard them say so," said Margaret.
+
+"Ah! This remark would not be made so frequently as it is if cooks were
+careful to keep the oven _perfectly_ clean. Cleanliness is most
+important in all cookery, and never more so than with regard to an
+oven."
+
+"What is that little iron slide which you pushed in when you opened the
+oven, mother?" said Margaret.
+
+"It is a ventilator, and is intended to let fresh air into the oven, and
+to allow the smell of the roasting meat and the fumes which rise from it
+to escape. I shut it because we are just going to put in the meat, and I
+wish it to remain shut for about ten minutes, so as to make the oven
+very hot till the outside is cooked."
+
+"I know what that is for," said Mary, hurriedly: "to harden the outside,
+and make a case to keep in the juice."
+
+"Quite right, Mary," said Mrs. Herbert, smiling. "In ten minutes,
+however, we will push the slide out again, and that will admit the fresh
+air, slightly cool the oven, and allow the fumes to escape. Always
+recollect, however, that the oven must be hot. We need a good hot oven
+for roasting meat."
+
+"Cook has put two dripping-tins here," said Margaret. "We do not want
+two tins."
+
+"Yes, we do. To use two tins is another way of preventing the taste of
+the oven which is so objectionable. Usually I should use what is called
+a hot-water tin for baking meat. That is a tin made for the purpose,
+with a place inside for holding hot water. I shall not do so to-day,
+however, because I want to show you how to manage when there is no
+hot-water tin. See, I lay two or three thick sticks in the larger of the
+two tins, and put the smaller tin inside the other. Then I fill the
+bottom tin with hot water. I put this small stand in the uppermost tin,
+and place the meat on this, and then I put the whole affair into the
+oven."
+
+"But what is the good of it all?" said Margaret.
+
+"This is the good: when the meat has been a little while in the oven,
+the fat will melt, and will fall into the dripping-tin."
+
+"I know that," said Margaret.
+
+"Well, then, if we were to let the meat lie in the tin, don't you think
+it would get soaked in fat? Of course it would, and that wouldn't be
+agreeable."
+
+"And the hot water: what is that for?"
+
+"If we were to leave a tin containing melted dripping in a hot oven it
+would get brown, burnt, smoky, and disagreeable?"
+
+"But what has the water to do with the fat burning?" persisted Margaret.
+
+"I will try to explain, if you on your part will try to understand
+something which is difficult to understand. First of all, what is
+boiling water?"
+
+"It is water which is so hot that it bubbles all over, and steam rises
+from it."
+
+"Quite so. If we were using a thermometer, and were to put it into water
+which was bubbling all over, we should find that the silvery line, or
+mercury, in the thermometer rose until it came to 212°. We might put a
+hotter fire under the water, but under ordinary circumstances we should
+never get the mercury higher than 212°. Under extraordinary
+circumstances, I confess we could get it higher. For instance, if we
+were at the bottom of a mine, boiling-point would be two degrees higher,
+and if we were to put some salt in the water, boiling-point would be
+four degrees higher."
+
+The little girls listened very attentively while Mrs. Herbert was
+speaking. When she paused, they looked very solemn, and said nothing.
+
+"Fat, on the other hand, can be made very much hotter: more than three
+times as hot as boiling water. When heat is first applied to fat, it
+bubbles, but as it gets hotter it becomes still. As it gets hotter and
+hotter, it remains still, but it turns dark, and smokes, and smells
+burnt. This is what would happen to our fat in the tin if we were to let
+it come in contact with the heat of the oven shelf; but you can see that
+when water, which never rises beyond 212°, is under it, it cannot burn
+in this way."
+
+"I see that perfectly," said Margaret, joyfully. "I like to be told
+difficult things when once I understand them. But, mother, will not the
+water boil away?"
+
+"Yes; we must watch it, and as it does so, we must add fresh boiling
+water. It would never do to add cold water, because that would make the
+fat too cool, and would lessen the heat of the oven also."
+
+"We should have to open the door, though, to see how the water was
+getting on," said Mary. "Would not that be a pity?"
+
+"It would have to be done in any case to baste the meat," said Mrs.
+Herbert. "Remember, we can no more dispense with basting in baking meat
+than we can in roasting it before the fire. If we try to do so, our meat
+will be spoilt. We must baste every quarter of an hour, and to do this
+we must lift the meat right out of the oven, and shut the door as soon
+as possible. If we were to baste the meat while it was in the oven, the
+latter would become cool, and we wish to keep the heat up the whole
+time. We should be careful also to shut the oven door gently. If we slam
+it, we shall force some of the hot air out of it."
+
+"I never saw anything like it," said Margaret. "In cookery there are so
+many little things to remember."
+
+"That is the case with whatever we learn, my dear little girl, if we try
+to learn thoroughly. And there is still another point to remember: when
+we take the meat out of the oven to baste it, we must notice whether it
+is browner in one part than another, and if it is, we must turn the tin,
+so that the side which is less cooked may take its turn in going to the
+hottest part of the oven. You know that one part of the oven is always
+hotter than another. In the same way, you should turn the meat over once
+or twice, that it may be equally cooked."
+
+"How long will it have to be in the oven, ma'am?" said Mary.
+
+"If you use the ventilator as I have told you to do, you may follow the
+same rules in baking meat that would hold good for roasting it: that is,
+you may allow a quarter of an hour to the pound, and a quarter of an
+hour over for red meats, and twenty minutes to the pound for white
+meats. But if the ventilator is not used, the oven would get very hot,
+and ten minutes to the pound, with ten minutes over, would probably be
+sufficient, excepting in cases where the meat was very thick and solid."
+
+"And do we make gravy for baked meat in the same way that we make it for
+roast meat, ma'am?" said Mary.
+
+"Certainly," said Mrs. Herbert.
+
+"Well, I must say," said Margaret, when in course of time the baked meat
+was dished and set on the table, "that I think baked meat tastes quite
+as well as roast meat, and it is much less troublesome to cook."
+
+"I do not agree with you, Margaret," replied her mother. "I do not
+consider baked meat is equal to roast meat. Nevertheless, if it is
+carefully cooked, if the ventilator is left open, and if the meat is
+well basted, there is not much difference between the two, and certainly
+baking is a very convenient mode of dressing meat. Besides this, it is a
+way which nine people out of every ten must adopt; they have no choice
+in the matter. Therefore, I hope you will try to remember what I have
+told you about baking."
+
+"Indeed we will," said both the children.
+
+(_To be continued._)
+
+
+
+
+A Harvest Song.
+
+_Words by_ GEORGE DAVIES.
+
+_Music by_ J. M. BENTLEY, Mus. Doc.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    1. With the set-ting  of the sun   All the work is  near-ly done,
+    And the last up-lift-ed sheaf Brings the toil-ers sweet  re-lief.
+
+    2. Down the nar-row coun-try lane  Trails the hea-vy-la-den wain;
+    Men and wo-men, old and young, Singing loud their sim-ple  song.
+
+    3. Now the barn the corn re-ceives--Piled up high the gold-en sheaves;
+    While the jol-ly  reap-ers sing Till the  ve-ry raft-ers  ring.
+
+    Repeat in CHORUS.
+    Greet the reap-ers  as they come     With a wel-come har-vest-home!
+
+
+
+
+WAITING FOR FATHER.
+
+
+[Illustration: "ON THE SHORE STAND WATCHING."]
+
+    Father's boat comes sailing,
+      Sailing from the west;
+    On the shore stand watching
+      Those who love him best.
+
+    Blooms the gorse so golden
+      On the breezy down,
+    Comes a sound of joy-bells
+      From the busy town.
+
+    In the fisher's cottage
+      Mother's work is done,
+    Through the open window
+      Streams the sinking sun.
+
+    Cheerily the kettle
+      Sings upon the fire,
+    Ticks the old clock loudly,
+      Creep the shadows higher.
+
+    Just now, in the gloaming,
+      When the boat is in,
+    And the fish are counted
+      With a merry din,
+
+    All those five together
+      Up the cliff will come,
+    Peacefully and gladly,
+      To their cosy home.
+
+
+
+
+STORIES TOLD IN WESTMINSTER ABBEY.
+
+_By_ EDWIN HODDER ("OLD MERRY").
+
+
+II.--THE CORONATIONS IN THE ABBEY.
+
+Come with me now inside the Abbey. We take off our hats here with great
+reverence, for we are not only in the House of God, but in the midst of
+the memorials of some of the most gifted of our countrymen. It is Poet's
+Corner. But we will not linger here; I want you to come right away into
+the chapel of Edward the Confessor, and as we pass along picture to
+yourselves how the Abbey looked on Coronation days, when the light from
+the great stained glass windows fell upon crowds of brave men and fair
+women, all robed in costumes of state to see the crown of England placed
+upon a monarch's head. You must try and imagine the moment when, as the
+Coronation rubric has it, "the Dean of Westminster bringeth the crown,
+and the Archbishop taking it of him, putteth it reverently upon the
+Queen's head. At the sight whereof the people with loud and repeated
+shouts cry, 'God save the Queen!' and trumpets sound, and by a signal
+given the great guns at the Tower are shot off."
+
+Well, now we are in the chapel of Edward the Confessor, and I see you
+all look at that chair standing by the screen. It is well worth looking
+at, for it is doubtful whether there is any curiosity in all England to
+compare with it in interest. It is King Edward's chair, upon which
+English monarchs have been crowned for many centuries, and while we
+stand near it, I shall tell you very briefly about the crowning of some
+of our kings and queens.
+
+For more than 800 years the coronations of English monarchs have
+regularly taken place in Westminster Abbey. Duke William of Normandy
+claimed the throne as lawful successor of Edward the Confessor, and upon
+the Confessor's gravestone the burly Norman stood to receive the crown
+of England. There were two nations represented in the throng assembled
+here that day. Godfrey, Bishop of Coutances, made a speech in French,
+Alred, Archbishop of York, spoke in English, and then the crowd, some in
+French and some in English, hailed William the Conqueror as their king.
+While this was going on inside the Abbey the Norman cavalry were without
+sitting on their war-horses, ready to quell any disturbance should it
+arise. They had not long to wait. It seems that they were not aware that
+their leader was to go through the form of receiving by popular vote the
+crown which he had already won by his sword, and when they heard the
+excited shouting inside the building they thought something had gone
+wrong, and so they set fire to the gates of the Abbey. Then the crowd
+inside the building were sure there was something wrong without, and
+they rushed out, only to be trodden down by the Norman horse-hoofs. Only
+monks and prelates remained within, and the ceremony of coronation was
+hurried through, while William, for the first time in his life, it is
+said, trembled from head to foot; and so ended the first coronation in
+the Abbey of which we have any authentic information.
+
+Nothing of importance marks the coronation of William Rufus. When he
+perished in the New Forest, within four days Henry I. was in the Abbey
+claiming the crown, and making all sorts of promises in order to get the
+thing done speedily. So he was crowned by the Bishop of London, being in
+too great a hurry to wait for the arrival of either of the archbishops,
+who were away from London.
+
+In those days, when times were troublous, kings were not so anxious to
+have throngs of people in fine dresses, and specially composed music and
+all that sort of thing. They only wanted men with good swords, and as
+much speed in being crowned as possible, for "delays were dangerous."
+Stephen was almost as prompt as his predecessor; Henry ate his supper of
+lampreys on December the 1st, and Stephen was crowned on St. Stephen's
+Day, December 26th, 1135. At the next coronation, that of Henry II.,
+Norman and Saxon rejoiced together at the prospect of an era of peace.
+Prince Henry, son of Henry II., was crowned during his father's
+lifetime, on June 14th, 1170. At the coronation banquet, when his
+father stood behind him, the Prince remarked, "The son of an earl may
+well wait on the son of a king." The event took place during the height
+of the quarrel between Henry II. and Becket, Archbishop of Canterbury,
+whose right it was to put the crown on the royal head. Accordingly
+Becket excommunicated the Archbishop of York and the assistant bishops
+who had officiated on the occasion. This led to the murder of Becket,
+with disastrous consequences too numerous for me to allude to here.
+
+At the coronation of Richard I. there was a grand array of nobles and
+prelates, who came with the king from his palace to the Abbey and
+witnessed the ceremony. Ill omens attended the occasion; a bat fluttered
+round and round the throne at mid-day, and at night (they say) there was
+a peal upon the bells, of which no one could give an explanation. But
+the day was also marked by real horrors. From superstitious fears the
+Jews had been forbidden to witness the ceremony. But at the banquet some
+of them were discovered amongst the bystanders. They were at once beaten
+almost to death. The mob began plundering the Jews' houses, and
+murdering the inmates, and at York and other cities similar scenes
+quickly followed.
+
+At John's coronation the custom began of having the canopy over the
+king's head carried by the five Barons of the Cinque Ports. This was in
+return for their aid to John in his frequent voyages. When Henry III.
+succeeded, Westminster was in the hands of Prince Louis of France, "the
+Dauphin" of Shakespeare's play. The king was accordingly crowned at
+Winchester; but he had a second coronation in Westminster Abbey, on May
+17, 1220, having on the previous day laid the foundation-stone of his
+Lady Chapel, which was to be the germ of an entirely new edifice. All
+previous coronations were said to be outdone by the feasting and
+joviality on this occasion.
+
+There was high rejoicing when Edward I. came back from the Holy Land,
+two years after his accession, and was crowned in company with his
+beloved Eleanor, the first royal couple who were crowned in the Abbey
+together. Alexander III. of Scotland did homage on the following day,
+and in his honour 500 great horses were let loose in the crowd for any
+persons to catch and keep that could.
+
+Edward I. brought from Scotland the noted stone upon which for centuries
+the Scottish monarchs had been installed, and had it placed in this
+oaken chair which still covers it. According to tradition, this stone
+was the one on which Jacob slept at Bethel, and which by a series of
+remarkable adventures had been transported successively to Egypt,
+Sicily, Spain, and Ireland. In Ireland they say it stood on the hill of
+Tara, and that upon it were enthroned the ancient Irish kings. Fergus,
+founder of the Scottish monarchy, took the stone to Dunstaffnage Castle,
+and Kenneth II. (here we get hold of historic fact) placed it at Scone
+in the ninth century. Wherever it may have wandered, it is
+unquestionably a piece of sandstone from the western coasts of Scotland,
+and is most probably (says Stanley) the stony pillow of St. Columba, on
+which his dying head was laid in the Abbey of Iona. On this stone the
+reign of every English monarch from Edward I. to Victoria has been
+inaugurated. Only once has it been taken out of the Abbey, and that was
+for Oliver Cromwell to be installed upon it as Lord Protector in
+Westminster Hall.
+
+At the coronation of Edward II. the crown was carried by Piers Gaveston,
+the unworthy favourite whom it had been the dying wish of Edward I. to
+have excluded from the court. In 1327, Edward III. (by consent of his
+deposed father) was crowned whilst his mother Isabella, "the she-wolf of
+France" (as Gray calls her), pretended to weep all through the ceremony.
+Of the coronation of Richard II. full details are preserved in the
+"Liber Regalis," a book drawn up by Abbot Littlington, and ever since
+carefully preserved by the Abbots and Deans, as it sets forth the order
+which has been observed in all subsequent ceremonials. Proceedings
+commenced with a grand procession through the city from the Tower, a
+custom which was kept up till the time of Charles I. The young king rode
+bareheaded, and was escorted by a body of knights, created for the
+occasion, and who, from the bath they took in company before assuming
+their armour, were styled the Knights of the Bath. The young king was
+taken out fainting from the long ceremonial just as Sir John Dymote, as
+champion, rode up to the Abbey gates on his charger, to challenge any
+who dared to dispute the royal succession. It is the first time we hear
+of the Champion; but it was an age of knightly revivals, and this was
+probably one of them.
+
+We next see Henry IV. and Henry V. successively installed on the Stone
+of Scone; and then comes Henry VI., a child of nine, "beholding all the
+people about sadly and wisely;" his queen, Margaret of Anjou, was
+crowned here fourteen years afterwards. The coronation of Edward IV.
+presents no particular feature of interest. For that of Edward V. all
+was ready, robes for the guests, provisions for the banquet. But the
+Tower beheld the "midnight murder" of the only English monarch who never
+wore the crown. Then with splendid ceremonial Richard III. tried to
+cover the defects of his title. Six thousand gentlemen rode with him to
+Westminster Hall on June 26th, 1483, and a few days afterwards there was
+a very grand procession to the Abbey, when Richard and his wife were
+anointed King and Queen of England. Amongst the Queen's train was
+Margaret of Richmond, little dreaming that within three years her son
+should be crowned here as Henry VII. But this monarch's real coronation
+had already taken place, when the crown of England was found in the
+hawthorn bush on Bosworth Field, and placed on Richmond's head by Lord
+Stanley. The public ceremonial was only a poor display. Not so the next
+event of this character, when Henry VIII. and Catherine of Arragon were
+crowned with great splendour, and when for the last time a Roman
+Catholic Archbishop performed the ceremony. Anne Boleyn's coronation
+(commemorated by Shakespeare) was a noticeable one, and Cranmer, fresh
+from sentencing Catherine, performed the ceremony.
+
+Edward VI. came to the Abbey, now a Cathedral, amidst much curious
+pageantry, and for the first time a Bible was presented to the
+sovereign.... Mary's procession to the Abbey is signalised by the
+exploits of a Dutchman, who sat astride on the weathercock of St. Paul's
+five hundred feet in the air, as the Queen passed. The two Archbishops
+and the Bishop of London were all in the Tower, so Gardiner, Bishop of
+Winchester, put the crown on Mary's head. On Jan. 14th, 1559, London was
+wild with joy, as Elizabeth passed from the Tower to the Abbey. The
+women flung flowers into her lap, groups of children sang welcomes, even
+old men wept for gladness. The Bishop of Carlisle crowned the Queen.
+
+James I. was crowned in the time of the Plague, so there was no
+procession. There was a slight hitch because his wife refused the
+sacrament. She had "changed once from Lutheran to Presbyterian, and that
+was enough." The coronation of Charles I. was marked by a slight
+earthquake shock. This was not the only bad omen. The dove of gold on
+the staff of Edward the Confessor had been broken, none knew how, and
+had to be replaced. Oliver Cromwell did not venture on a ceremony in the
+Abbey; he was enthroned, as I have already said, in Westminster Hall.
+
+At the Restoration, Charles II. was crowned "with the greatest solemnity
+and glory," as the old historian says. The Regalia was all new, to
+replace that which had been lost during the Commonwealth. The crown was
+placed on the king's head by the weak and aged Archbishop Juxon, who had
+attended Charles I. on the scaffold. At the coronation of James II., a
+hundred thousand pounds were spent over the Queen's robes and jewels,
+and the procession was omitted to save expense, much to the wrath of the
+Londoners. As the crown was placed on James's head, it tottered and
+would have fallen, but for the Keeper of the Robes, who held it up.
+
+The next coronation, that of William and Mary, was delayed two hours by
+the receipt of the news that James II. had just landed in Ireland. The
+Queen, being very short, had to be lifted into the chair of state. When
+girt with the sword and invested with crown and sceptre, the Princess
+Anne, who stood near her, said, "Madame, I pity your fatigue." The Queen
+sharply replied, "A crown, sister, is not so heavy as it seems." When
+the King came to make the usual offering, he found he had no money with
+him, and had to borrow twenty guineas from a nobleman. Anne was
+suffering from gout when her turn came to be crowned, and she had to be
+carried to the Abbey. Sarah, Duchess of Marlborough, acted as Lord High
+Chamberlain. At the coronation of George I., the king knew no English
+and his ministers knew no German, but they all knew Latin imperfectly,
+and everything had to be explained to the monarch in that language. The
+crowning of George II. presents no particular feature of interest; that
+of George III. was a splendid show, and was marked by a curious
+incident. Amongst the witnesses was Prince Charles Edward, the Young
+Pretender, who had been staying in London under the name of Mr. Brown,
+and had managed to procure admission to the scene of his rival's
+triumph. George the Fourth's coronation was a splendid ceremony; but the
+portly monarch found it very exhausting, and whilst the peers were doing
+homage in succession, he used up pocket-handkerchiefs innumerable in
+wiping his streaming face, handing them when done with to the Archbishop
+of Canterbury. His unfortunate Queen, Caroline, had vainly tried to be
+present at the ceremony, but was repulsed at each of the doors she
+attempted to enter, and had to drive away discomfited. William IV., to
+please the political reformers of the period, wanted to dispense with a
+coronation altogether, and the procession and banquet _were_ omitted.
+Our present gracious Queen was crowned in the Abbey, in the flower of
+her youth, in June, 1838, and the ancient building was crowded with all
+that was eminent in the land as the crown was placed upon the girlish
+head of the illustrious lady who for nearly half a century has worn it
+so faithfully and so well.
+
+
+
+
+THE LITTLE FLOWERS' WISH.
+
+
+Some daisies grew in a green piece of turf just outside the palings of a
+garden. The grass all round them was soft and fine; they had plenty of
+room to grow in, and they were near enough to the road to see all that
+went by. Would you not have thought they were contented?
+
+Little yellow butterflies came and told them stories, little shadowy
+clouds went scampering over the grass-plot, the pleasant warm sun shone
+down on their little round faces. And yet they were unhappy with all
+this.
+
+Through a crack in the palings they had seen into the garden, and it
+made them all long to be there. Flowers of different kinds grew happily
+in the garden-beds. Some of them had sticks to lean against and some
+were trained against the wall.
+
+"Oh, what care is taken of them!" thought the foolish little daisies.
+
+Every day the gardener came and watered these choice flowers. And a
+stately lady paced the garden walks, and noticed if the flowers grew or
+faded.
+
+"Oh, if only we could get into the garden!" sighed the daisies, ruffling
+all their little leaves; "oh, how much happier we should be if we were
+only growing in there!"
+
+Just then there came running out of the garden a little child with
+golden hair. Whether he heard what the daisies said I do not know, but
+it almost seemed as if he did.
+
+"Come along, little flowers," he cried, "would you like to come and live
+in the garden? See, I will plant you in nicely."
+
+With his soft baby hands he plucked the little daisies from their
+stalks, sped back with them through the garden gate, and commenced to
+plant them in the earth. First he made a little hole for each of them in
+the soft brown mould, then put the rootless flowers in and pressed the
+earth round tightly.
+
+"It is cold, it is cold," said the daisies.
+
+"I shall have a nice little garden of my own now," said the child, and
+he ran away contented to his play.
+
+Next day little Harold came to see his garden, and he burst into tears,
+for the poor little daisies were dead.
+
+And other daisies grew in the grass-plot outside, and the butterflies
+told tales to them as of old.
+
+
+
+
+THE EDITOR'S POCKET-BOOK.
+
+JOTTINGS AND PENCILLINGS. HERE, THERE AND EVERYWHERE
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+The Wounded Cat and the Doctor.
+
+Colonel Stuart Wortley says that when he entered the Malakoff, so famous
+in the Crimean war, he found a cat whose paw had been pinned to the
+ground by a bayonet that had fallen upon it. He released the poor thing,
+and took her for two mornings to the doctor to have her foot dressed.
+The next day he was absent on duty before daybreak, and puss went
+herself to the doctor's, scratched the tent to be admitted, and when she
+was let in, held up her foot to be attended to. This cat was very
+grateful to the colonel, for she followed him about the camp till the
+close of the war.
+
+
+A Remarkable Bell.
+
+In the temples at Kyoto, Japan, is a great bell, which swings in a huge
+wooden tower. The bell is a large bronze cup, with nearly perpendicular
+sides and a flat crown; and is sounded by bringing a big beam against
+the rim. It needs twelve natives to ring it. It used to be rung once a
+year, but it may now be heard twice or thrice a month. It is 18 feet
+high, 9-1/2 inches thick, 9 feet in diameter, and weighs almost 74 tons.
+It was cast in 1633, rim upwards; and the gold that entered into its
+composition is estimated at about 1,500 pounds. The tone of the bell is
+described as magnificent, and when struck with the open hand, the
+vibration may be heard a hundred yards off.
+
+
+About the Mina Bird.
+
+A lady in India sends me some interesting notes about a mina bird which
+she obtained possession of while travelling in the Presidency of Madras.
+These birds talk better even than parrots, and this one soon displayed
+his cleverness. On the day after his arrival he began to make such a
+noise that it was thought he was hungry, and the _ayah_, or nurse, was
+told to feed him. He was then heard to say "Mina wants his dinner."
+After he had had some food he said "Mina wants clean water." He calls
+out "Ayah" and "Boy," so naturally that at first the servants thought it
+was their master calling them. One day he created some amusement by
+crying out "Mina wants his breakfast dinner." It appeared he had already
+had some bread and milk, and being doubtful as to which meal he ought to
+ask for, gave an order comprehensive enough to include both meals, so as
+to make sure of one. He is dainty, and will eat only particular food.
+One day his curry and rice contained plenty of rice but not much curry,
+whereupon his dissatisfaction was promptly evinced by a shout of "No
+curry." He gave evidence of soon becoming an excellent linguist, and had
+acquired a knowledge of some of the native tongues.
+
+
+An Historical Cocoa-Plant.
+
+In a greenhouse belonging to the Royal Botanic Society there is a
+cocoa-plant which has achieved greatness, for it has actually borne
+fruit, and is, according to Professor Bentley, the first that has done
+so in England. The fruit gave evidence of reaching maturity and of
+ripening its seeds. Linnæus called cocoa "Theobroma," by which he meant
+to imply that it was food for the gods, but Belzoni, writing in the
+sixteenth century, regarded it as fitter for pigs than for men. Readers
+will be able to decide this knotty point for themselves, despite the
+proverbial difficulty of deciding when doctors disagree. Sixty years ago
+the annual consumption of cocoa amounted to only a quarter of a million
+pounds, but now it has reached a total of probably not less than twelve
+millions of pounds.
+
+
+The International Health Exhibition.
+
+The great Health Show which was opened in May has already proved itself
+to be the most prominent feature of the London summer season. It
+embraces a display of everything even remotely connected with Health,
+and a more interesting and attractive collection it would be impossible
+to form. Appealing, as it does, to the taste of all ages, its variety is
+certainly charming. Nor is it without its educational value, as the
+"bits" of Old London, the historical costumes, and the trades in
+operation, abundantly testify. And not the least pleasing circumstance
+is that those very exhibits which are of an instructive character are
+the most popular. One sees in different ways that the experience gained
+by the Fisheries Exhibition of last year has been of immense service to
+the promoters of the Health Exhibition. The grounds have been decorated
+and illuminated by night so successfully that the Horticultural Gardens
+have been transformed into fairyland itself. The lakes and terrace
+picked out in many-coloured lamps, the lawns festooned with Chinese
+lanterns, the dazzling brilliancy of the electric light that lords it
+supreme overhead, the strains of the military bands, all combine to
+render the grounds of the exhibition the favourite open-air resort of
+Londoners and visitors during the warm summer nights.
+
+
+Famous Old London Buildings.
+
+The most novel feature of the exhibition is a street in which have been
+constructed imitations of several of the most celebrated buildings in
+Old London. Each has been carefully reproduced from engravings and
+drawings in Mr. Gardner's priceless collection. The street begins with
+an excellent imitation of Bishopsgate, one of the City gates, with
+moss-grown walls, and statues of Bishop William the Norman, and of
+Alfred the Great and Aldred. On one side of the street will be found
+such quaint and picturesque buildings as the "Rose" Inn and "Cock"
+Tavern, the "Three Squirrels," Izaak Walton's House, and All Hallows'
+Church, Staining; on the other side will be seen, among others, Dick
+Whittington's House and the Hall of the Holy Trinity Guild in
+Aldersgate. The street ultimately narrows into Elbow Lane, in which will
+be observed a number of historical places, such as Gunpowder Plot House,
+where Guy Fawkes and his fellows concocted their detestable plot; and
+the curious houses at Pye Corner--which are illustrated on the opposite
+page--where the Great Fire of London ceased its ravages. The street runs
+down to London Wall. The ground floor of the houses is occupied by
+shops, in which the different trades of the old City Guilds are carried
+on. Perhaps the only thing that spoils the illusion--apart from the
+unavoidably modern crowds of sightseers--is that the interiors of the
+houses are connected by a gallery that runs from one end of the street
+to the other, so that you may enter the "Rose" Inn and come out at All
+Hallows' Church, or _vice versâ_.
+
+
+Model Dairies.
+
+In the South Gallery will be noticed a number of Model Dairies, which
+are well worth a visit. Here little folk will see how the trade has been
+revolutionised, and how in such matters even as milk and butter
+machinery has to a very large extent replaced hand labour. These dairies
+are beautifully clean, and the effect is in one case decidedly improved
+by the introduction of a few stalls occupied by some pretty cows and a
+little calf, some ewes and two kids, and some queer-looking Zulu sheep,
+all of which excite much admiration.
+
+
+Trades in Operation.
+
+The West Gallery is one of the most popular and instructive in the
+Exhibition. Here a variety of trades are in full operation, in which it
+is possible to trace an article from the raw to the finished state. In
+one stand, for instance, may be seen the whole process of
+mustard-making. The seed may be viewed in the _pulveriser_, then in the
+_crusher_, then in the _sieve_, and then being done up in packets of
+various sizes for sale. The making of jam also affords much
+entertainment to onlookers. Doubtless the nature of the trade will
+account for the large crowds who surround the stand where Messrs.
+Allen's industrious workmen turn out lozenges, and almonds, and
+chocolate in enormous quantities. Their machines are busy from morn till
+night. Where all the operations are interesting it is difficult to
+specify any in particular; but, perhaps, the process of preparing,
+cutting out, and printing lozenges is as worthy of special attention as
+any. Elsewhere the mysteries of meat-cutting machines may be solved, and
+the processes of aërated water making and of soap-making studied with
+profit. These are but types of the busy life of the West Gallery, which
+resounds with the clang of machinery in motion, and the hum of hundreds
+of voices of amused spectators.
+
+
+The Costume Show.
+
+In the Western Quadrant will be found an exhibition of waxworks that
+would have filled poor Artemus Ward's heart with joy. There are two
+series of figures, representing English civil costumes and military
+uniforms from William the Conqueror almost to the present day. They have
+been prepared under the personal superintendence of the Hon. Lewis
+Wingfield, and may therefore be relied upon for accuracy in every
+respect. These series will repay careful study. The civil costumes start
+with those of two women, a shepherd, and a man of the period of William
+I. and wind up with samples of the era of George IV. It is impossible
+here to go into details, but it may be said that costume does not
+necessarily improve with time, as the dress of the last period is
+certainly the worst. The military uniforms begin with some suits of
+armour from the Tower, then proceed to a halberdier of Henry VII., and
+so on down to the uniforms now in actual use. The West Quadrant should
+on no account be missed by visitors to the Exhibition. In the Eastern
+Quadrant will be seen some specimens of present-day attire, chiefly
+ladies' and children's dresses.
+
+[Illustration: PYE CORNER IN 1789. (_See p. 118._)
+
+(_From a Drawing in Mr. Gardner's Collection._)]
+
+
+Street of Furnished Rooms.
+
+Those who feel an interest in the modern methods of furnishing rooms
+will be glad to have their attention called to this street in the South
+Central Gallery. Here room after room has been equipped in the richest
+and most artistic fashion, and full advantage should be taken of this
+opportunity for comparison between styles of furnishing a house of the
+most varied character possible.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+Other Exhibits.
+
+I cannot stay to mention even one-twentieth of the different exhibits.
+Little folk who have seen the Show will know it is not possible for me
+to do so here. There are foreign annexes full of interesting articles.
+The London Water Companies have a pavilion all to themselves. The South
+Gallery may be regarded as an elaborate model of the food of London.
+Then the British Beekeepers' Association will explain much of an
+instructive kind about the busy bee. In short, the whole Exhibition is
+so full of information of a useful and, in some cases, even of a
+delightful sort, that I must now leave the subject with the intimation
+of that fact.
+
+
+Young Heroes.
+
+Some time ago a child fell off Oreston Pier, near Plymouth, and had
+drifted out about seven yards in twelve feet of water, when a little
+boy, nine years old, named S. G. Pike, plunged into the sea with his
+clothes on, reached the child, and swam back with it to some steps,
+where they were both assisted out. Another boy, W. W. Haynes, aged
+twelve, saved the life of a child who had fallen from a bridge into the
+river at Llanberis, near a whirlpool. E. S. Deacon, a girl, twelve years
+old, rescued a lad from drowning at Blackpool, near Dartmouth. The boy
+had slipped off a rock and become unconscious, when Miss Deacon jumped
+into the water fully dressed, and succeeded in holding him up until help
+arrived. We are glad to know that the Royal Humane Society rewarded
+these brave children for their noble heroism.
+
+
+An Intelligent Mare.
+
+A mare, with her young foal, was grazing in an orchard on an American
+farm, when she was noticed to run at full speed from a distant part of
+the orchard, making a loud cry--not like her usual voice, but a kind of
+unnatural "whinny," like a scream of distress. She came up to a farm
+servant, as near as a fence would allow, turned back for a short
+distance, and then returned, keeping up the shrill noise all the while.
+The man's curiosity became excited, and as soon as he started to follow
+her, she went off in the direction of a miry place that had been left
+unguarded, and stopped upon its very brink. Hurrying on as fast as he
+could, the man found the colt lying dead, suffocated in the mud and
+water. The poor mare had unfortunately been unable to procure his
+help--though she tried her best--in time to save her foal. This touching
+instance of maternal affection is a very interesting example of the way
+in which the "dumb" animals--as they are somewhat absurdly called--make
+up for the want of speech. The mare's strange cry and her extreme
+restlessness were as eloquent as words.
+
+[Illustration: SOME BIRDS OF THE CAUCASUS. (_See p. 121._)]
+
+
+
+
+ABOUT THE FRANCOLIN.
+
+
+Partridges by any name would taste as sweet, and when you have learnt
+that the francolin is one of the few different kinds of partridge, you
+will have obtained the chief clue to the life-history of these birds.
+They may in a general way be defined as the representatives in various
+parts of Asia (as in India and the Caucasus mountains) and Africa, of
+the well-known family which is so diligently searched for in this
+country during the month of September. One sort of francolin is still to
+be met with in the countries of Europe that border on the Mediterranean.
+The bird was at one time common in Sicily, and it is yet to be found in
+the island of Cyprus. Some of them live on level plains, and others in
+forests. They differ from our partridge in that they studiously shun
+cultivated ground, preferring the proximity of woods, in which they
+carefully select damp spots overgrown with reeds. In time of danger they
+conceal themselves in the densest brushwood, out of which they do not
+emerge until the peril is past. Should no shelter be at hand, they will
+try to seek safety in flight, and will use their wings only in the last
+resort. Partridges, as we are all aware, are not averse from feeding
+many times and oft on grain; but the francolins, whose taste is not so
+fastidious, will not refuse to dine on the wild berries as well as on
+grain, while they hunt for worms and insects with a zeal worthy of the
+cause. Some of them have rather a fondness for perching and roosting on
+trees of a night, and they display the same affection for their young as
+partridges show for theirs. The cry is harsher and noisier than that of
+the latter. There is one sort which has a cry of so curious a
+description that a good deal of speculation has arisen as to its
+significance. It sounds like "Tre-tre-tre," and is meant, according to a
+prosaic Sicilian proverb, to be a declaration by the bird of its market
+value, which it assesses at _three_ coins. Others have likened its cry
+to the harsh, grating blast of a cracked trumpet. Such being the case,
+it is just as well that we have no francolins in this country.
+
+
+
+
+The "Little Folks" Humane Society.
+
+_THIRTIETH LIST OF OFFICERS AND MEMBERS._
+
+_Officers' Names are printed in Small Capital Letters, and the Names of
+their Members are printed beneath. Where a short line, thus "----," is
+printed, the end of an Officer's List is indicated._
+
+                                             AGE
+
+42654 Mary Roberts                            12
+42655 Nellie Halse                            13
+42656 Ernest Wilson                            7
+42657 Susan Wills                             16
+42658 Sylvia Tapp                             18
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+42660 John Wisdom                             11
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+42662 Eliza Halse                             16
+42663 Charles Angove                           5
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+42666 Lily Wisdom                              7
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+42668 Lucy Woodman                            16
+42669 John Butcher                            19
+42670 W. J. H. Pott                            9
+42671 Thomas Hankins                          11
+42672 RACHEL E. SPYERS, Weybridge             13
+42673 Kate Porter                             17
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+42675 Cecil N. Money                          12
+42676 Sarah Heather                           18
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+
+----
+
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+
+----
+
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+
+----
+
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+
+----
+
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+
+----
+
+43174 Adriana de Ciani                        16
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+
+----
+
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+43998 A. J. Wagland
+
+----
+
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+44264 Lillian Fordman                          9
+44265 Maud E. Sochon                          11
+44266 Alice Lehany                            13
+44267 Agnes Oates                             12
+44268 Emily M. Clifton                         8
+44269 Victoria Russell                        13
+44270 Ada F. Clifton                          10
+44271 F. H. Moore                              9
+44272 Lily Lehany                              8
+44273 Katie Archer                            13
+44274 Nellie M. Pilbeam                       14
+44275 Jane Treble                             15
+44276 Maryann Oates                            9
+44277 Ada Lehany                              10
+
+[_Officers and Members are referred to a Special Notice on page 55._]
+
+
+
+
+OUR LITTLE FOLKS' OWN PAGE.
+
+
+PRIZE COMPETITION (Vol. XIX., p. 376).
+
+FIRST PRIZE DESCRIPTION OF "RAINY DAY INDOOR OCCUPATIONS AT THE
+SEA-SIDE."
+
+While the weather is bright and warm, children seldom lack amusement
+during their annual visit to the sea-side; but in this changeable
+climate of ours rainy days often occur, when out-door recreation is
+impossible, and little folk must be content to seek employment in the
+house. Many boys and girls while enjoying the fine days give a thought
+to these occasions, and lay in a store of matter for amusement in
+readiness for the time when the somewhat limited pursuits of indoor
+sea-side life will have lost their charms. It is a very good plan to
+make a collection of shells, seaweeds, pebbles, and such marine
+treasures while opportunities occur. These may be arranged and sorted at
+leisure, and will afford employment for many idle hours.
+
+One almost unfailing source of amusement, within the reach of every boy
+and girl, is an aquarium. A great deal of pleasure and instruction will
+be found in the study of its various little inmates--no matter if their
+home consist of nothing more than a common earthenware pan. An
+establishment of this kind, however, demands constant attention,
+cleanliness and light being very necessary to the health of the fish.
+
+Shells may be utilised in numerous pretty ways. If for a collection, the
+arrangement and classification of each species form a very pleasant
+employment. They may also be used to cover boxes, brackets, and such
+small articles with very good effect.
+
+Neither does their use end here, for they may be tied in neat bags, and
+will then be gladly received by the secretaries of any Children's
+Hospitals, for the benefit of the patients.
+
+Seaweeds, if neatly mounted, make very pretty collections, and are
+useful in the decoration of albums and Christmas cards. The easiest
+method of preparation is to float them on paper, after allowing them to
+expand in a basin of water. No gumming is required, but the larger
+specimens may be further secured by strips of paper pasted across the
+principal parts, after they have been thoroughly dried and pressed. They
+may be arranged in books like plants, the proper name and that of its
+locality being assigned to each variety.
+
+Some boys seem to think it worth while to polish the pretty pebbles
+which are found on some shores, but this process is both tedious and
+unprofitable. In these days there are few children who do not possess a
+microscope; those who do will find innumerable interesting objects both
+for mounting and inspection.
+
+"Variety is charming," as every one knows, and after a little recreation
+of this kind young people are often glad to return, by way of a change,
+to books, work, and sketching, and appreciate all the more a favourable
+rise in the barometer. But while so usefully and pleasantly employed
+they will soon learn to greet with less regret an occasional rainy day.
+
+    HILDA FRISBY.
+    2, _St. Mary's Crescent, Leamington._      (Aged 15.)
+    Certified by JANE A. FRISBY (Mother).
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+SECOND PRIZE DESCRIPTION.
+
+When the day is fine and the sea calm, it is very pleasant to wade and
+splash about in the sunny water, and to roam among the rocks, searching
+for little crabs, many-coloured anemones, starfish, &c.; but when the
+rain is pouring down as if it would never stop, and the sea looks grey
+and dismal, it is sometimes difficult to amuse oneself within doors.
+
+It is interesting to collect seaweed, though in pressing it, it is
+difficult to prevent the thin fibres from matting together when taken
+out of the water. One of the best methods is to float the seaweed on a
+plate, full of water, and after placing a piece of rather thick
+blotting-paper in the water, underneath the seaweed, to raise the paper
+suddenly out of the plate, when the water sinks through the
+blotting-paper, on which the most delicate parts of the seaweed remain
+spread out.
+
+There are many games suitable for a rainy day; amongst them a poetry
+game, in which each player is provided with a slip of paper and a
+pencil. A circle is formed; every one writes a noun, and, folding down
+the line on which he has written, passes the paper to the next player,
+who writes a question on it. Each paper is then passed to the next
+person, who, unfolding it, has to make a short piece of poetry, not only
+introducing the noun but also answering the question.
+
+When finished, the rhymes are read aloud, and generally cause much
+amusement.
+
+This game can be varied by limiting the "nouns" to names of animals,
+with any absurd question concerning them: for instance--
+
+          "Porcupine," and
+          "Does it like sweets?"
+
+    The porcupine of many spines
+    Always eats sweetmeats when it dines,
+    'Tis very fond of chocolate-creams,
+    And munches candy in its dreams.
+    The little ones, as may be seen,
+    On brandy-balls are very keen,
+    And peppermints they will devour,
+    And lemon-drops eat by the hour.
+
+For girls, painting and drawing are a great pastime, and a very pretty
+and effective method of shading small landscapes is produced by drawing
+on smooth paper the outlines of a landscape (a sea view is the
+prettiest, with the moon shining on the water), and then painting with a
+weak solution of gum-arabic the lightest parts of the picture, such as
+the moon, the ripples, and the high lights. When quite dry, rub the
+whole surface over with lead-pencil dust, applied either with a stump or
+with chamois leather, till the whole becomes dark grey; then mark out
+with a B pencil the shadows of the rocks, &c. When everything is drawn,
+pass a damp handkerchief down the picture, which will wipe off the gum,
+leaving the places where it has been perfectly white.
+
+Such occupations, although the day may be dull, will pass the time
+pleasantly within doors.
+
+    MARGARET T. S. BEATTIE.
+    _St. Michael's, Torquay._      (Aged 13.)
+    Certified by E. ROGERS (Teacher).
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+LIST OF HONOUR.
+
+First Prize (_One-Guinea Book_), _with Officer's Medal of the "Little
+Folks" Legion of Honour_:--HILDA FRISBY (15), 2, St. Mary's Crescent,
+Leamington. _Second Prize_ (_Seven-Shilling-and-Sixpenny Book_), _with
+Officer's Medal_:--MARGARET T. S. BEATTIE (13), St. Michael's, Torquay.
+_Honourable Mention, with Member's Medal_:--EDITH M. MASON (14), 64,
+Park Walk, Chelsea, S.W.; SHARLEY FULLFORD (12), High Street, Fareham;
+GRACE PETTMAN (14), Ladbroke, The Elms, Ramsgate; SUE MAY (12), 8, South
+Parade, Bedford Park; C. M. BATTERSBY (15), Cromlyn, Rathowen, Co. W.
+Meath; SYBIL A. COVENTRY (13-1/4), Severn Stoke Rectory, Worcester; MAY
+JOHNSON (15-3/4), Boldmere Road, Chester Road, near Birmingham; LEONARD
+WATTS (12-1/2), 12, Broadhurst Gardens, Finchley New Road N.
+
+
+
+
+OUR LITTLE FOLKS' OWN PUZZLES.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+PICTORIAL NATURAL HISTORY PUZZLE.
+
+    3, 5, 6, 17, 8, 2, 6 = A periodical wind.
+    1, 13, 4, 10, 11, 18 = A contest.
+    19, 23, 22, 21 = To utter reproach.
+    7, 13, 6 = Gained.
+    14, 20, 16, 21, 12 = A failing.
+    15, 22, 9 = Design.
+
+               What is the whole?
+
+
+MESOSTICH.
+
+The letters read down the centre form the name of a country in South
+America.
+
+    1. A country in Africa.
+    2. A continent.
+    3. A country in Europe.
+    4. A town in Italy.
+    5. A town in Palestine.
+    6. A country in Europe.
+
+    ARCHIBALD Y. G. CAMPBELL.
+    _Nassau House, Westward Ho._       (Aged 12.)
+    _Bideford._
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+SINGLE ACROSTIC.
+
+The initials read downwards give the name of an emperor of Rome.
+
+    1. A set of drawers.
+    2. A workman.
+    3. Part of a circle.
+    4. An animal.
+    5. An animal.
+    6. A metal.
+    7. A girl's name.
+    8. A precious stone.
+
+    HELEN STAUDAGE.
+    (Aged 15-1/2.)
+    _Yatchley Retreat, Prestbury,
+    Cheltenham, Gloucestershire._
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+TOWNS ENIGMATICALLY EXPRESSED,
+
+    1. Original; a wine.
+    2. To divide; a country.
+    3. The mark of a wound; a town represented in Parliament.
+    4. A strife; a part of a candle.
+    5. A hole; a negative conjunction.
+         6. A female; part of the body.
+         7. An animal; a passage.
+         8. Labour; steeped in liquor.
+         9. A noise; a joint of meat.
+
+    ADELAIDE BENTINCK.
+    _Froyle House, near Alton, Hants._      (Aged 10-3/4.)
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+HIDDEN PROVERBS.
+
+    A a b d e e e e e f f f h i i i k m n n r r s s t.
+
+    2. A a d e e e i i j k m n n n o o p r r s s s t t u w y.
+
+    3. A b c e e e e e h i i n n n o p r r r s t t t t u v.
+
+    KATE SMITH.
+    _5, Royal Terrace, Portishead, Somerset._    (Aged 11-1/2.)
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+DOUBLE ACROSTIC AND ARITHMOREM.
+
+The initials and finals read downwards will give the names of two trees.
+
+    1050 + obo = a blossom.
+     750 + aænypoie = a dictionary.
+      50 + pgfegi = a warm beverage.
+     150 + ru = to twist.
+    1000 + nuhea = kind.
+
+    MABEL H. M. WITHERS.
+    _Westcroft, Oakhill Road, Putney._      (Aged 14.)
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+GEOGRAPHICAL DOUBLE ACROSTIC.
+
+My initials read downwards give the name of a country of Asia, and the
+finals upwards give the name of one of the kings of that country.
+
+    1. A lake in Russia.
+    2. A town in Hungary.
+    3. A town in Switzerland.
+    4. A lake in North America.
+    5. An island in the Mediterranean.
+    6. A town in Abyssinia.
+
+    T. HARRISON.
+    _Acaster Hill, Easingwold, Yorkshire._       (Aged 12-1/2).
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+[Illustration]
+
+RIDDLE-ME-REE.
+
+    My first is in elegant, but not in rough;
+    My second is in lace, but not in cuff;
+    My third is in earth, but not in ground;
+    My fourth is in puppy, but not in hound;
+    My fifth is in high, but not in low;
+    My sixth is in reap, but not in sow;
+    My seventh is in nibble, but not in devour;
+    My eighth is in time, but not in hour;
+    My ninth is in arrow, but not in bow;
+    My whole is a cave we some of us know.
+
+    W. B. BELL.
+    (Aged 12-1/2.)
+
+    _St. Georges Mount,
+    New Brighton, Cheshire._
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+QUOTATION DROP-WORD PUZZLE.
+
+Give the following quotation in full, with its author.
+
+    The * * * * sigh,
+    * * * merry * * *
+    And * * * * * not why,
+    * glad * * had * *--A * * * n.
+
+    FLORENCE M. MOFFATT.
+    _7, Union Place, Aberdeen._      (Aged 12-1/4.)
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+MISSING-LETTER PUZZLE.
+
+When the missing letters have been supplied, the whole will form the
+first verse of one of Macaulay's poems.
+
+    A×t×n×a×l×e×h×l×s×t×h×a×o×r×o×l×E×g×a×d×p×a×s×,
+    I×e×l×f×h×t×r×c×f×m×u×d×e×s×h×w×o×g×t×n×n×i×n×d×y×,
+    W×e×t×a×g×e×t×l×e×i×v×n×i×l×a×a×n×t×e×b×r×i×v×i×
+    T×e×i×h×s×s×o×l×o×M×x×c×t×e×t×u×e×t×e×r×s×f×p×i×.
+
+    S. K. HORNE.
+    _Vernon House, Lordship Lane, Dulwich._      (Aged 13.)
+
+
+
+
+PRIZE PUZZLE COMPETITION.
+
+
+The following are the arrangements which the Editor of LITTLE FOLKS has
+made in regard to Prize Puzzle Competitions for the six months ending
+December, 1884:--
+
+I. THE SUMMER COMPETITION, consisting of Puzzles appearing in the July
+and the August Numbers.
+
+II. THE HOME AND FOREIGN COMPETITION, specially introduced for the
+purpose of giving readers residing abroad an opportunity of competing on
+favourable terms. Particulars of this will appear in the September
+Number.
+
+III. THE WINTER COMPETITION, consisting of Puzzles appearing in the
+November and December Numbers.
+
+PRIZES.
+
+I. In the SUMMER COMPETITION there will be a First Prize of a Guinea
+Volume; a Second Prize of a Half-Guinea Volume; a Third Prize of a
+Five-Shilling Volume, awarded in EACH DIVISION, viz., the SENIOR
+DIVISION for girls and boys between the ages of 14 and 16 (_inclusive_),
+and the JUNIOR DIVISION for those _under_ 14 years of age. There will
+also be awards of Bronze Medals of the LITTLE FOLKS Legion of Honour to
+the three next highest of the Competitors following the Prizewinners in
+_each_ Division.
+
+II. In the HOME AND FOREIGN COMPETITION Special and Additional Prizes
+will be offered, of which full particulars will be given in the
+September Number.
+
+III. A List of Prizes in the WINTER COMPETITION will appear in the
+November and December Numbers.
+
+REGULATIONS.
+
+Solutions of the Puzzles published in this number must reach the Editor
+not later than August 8th (August 12th for Competitors residing abroad),
+addressed as under:--
+
+    _The Editor of "Little Folks;"_
+    _La Belle Sauvage Yard,_
+    _Answers to Puzzles._          _Ludgate Hill,_
+    _Junior [or Senior] Division._         _London, E.C._
+
+Solutions to Puzzles must be accompanied by certificates from a Parent,
+Teacher, or other responsible person, stating that they are _the sole
+and unaided work_ of the competitor. No assistance must be given by any
+other person.
+
+Competitors can be credited only under their own name.
+
+The decision of the Editor of LITTLE FOLKS on all matters must be
+considered final.
+
+The names and addresses of Prize and Medal winners will be duly
+published in LITTLE FOLKS.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+GAME PUZZLE FOR AUGUST.
+
+(Being the second and concluding Puzzle of the "Summer Competition.")
+
+ALPHABETICAL HISTORICAL PUZZLE.
+
+
+SENIOR DIVISION.
+
+(The first letters of each light are in consecutive order from A to L.
+Thus light one commences with A, light twelve with L.)
+
+    1. An English Queen you here will find,
+    The last of Stuart line.
+
+    2. His fierce attack of Russian steppes
+    Commences his decline.
+
+    3. Death standeth by--he saves himself
+    By his _teeth_, I pray you note.
+
+    4. Of the Great Seal and its keepers
+    This famed antiquary wrote.
+
+    5. In preparing the first Greek Testament
+    Much learning he displayed.
+
+    6. A Bishop this, of Winchester,
+    Who Richmond's cause did aid.
+
+    7. A Tzar of Moscow, born, I think,
+    In 1552.
+
+    8. Minister of Charles I.;
+    Historian also.
+
+    9. A great Athenian orator,
+    His writings tell his fame.
+
+    10. A letter-writer much renowned;
+    But who can tell his name?
+
+    11. Mathematician and philosopher,
+    In Sweden of great note.
+
+    12. For this great English singer
+    Purcell many a bass song wrote.
+
+
+JUNIOR DIVISION.
+
+The first letters of each light are in consecutive order from M to Y,
+omitting X. Thus light one commences with M, light eleven with W, and
+light twelve with Y.
+
+    1. Blenheim's splendid mansion
+    To this Duke the nation gave.
+
+    2. He sought to reach the Northern Pole
+    Through ice-field and o'er wave.
+
+    3. Greek grammarian and poet, who
+    On fish- and hunt- ing wrote.
+
+    4. In the train of P. Emilius
+    Marched this Persian king of note.
+
+    5. His "Emblems" are delightful,
+    Meeting many persons' needs.
+
+    6. Emperor Ferdinand II.
+    He delivered from the Swedes.
+
+    7. Son of Antonio Tatti,
+    A sculptor great you see.
+
+    8. The greatest tragic actor
+    That the French have known was he.
+
+    9. Italian priest and scholar,
+    To whom Gregory [XIII.] gave a pension.
+
+    10. He succeeded Eleutherius
+    As Rome's Bishop I may mention.
+
+    11. In the Valley Forge he suffered,
+    But he triumphed at the last.
+
+    12. The "Night Thoughts" his other poems
+    I think certainly surpassed.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+ANSWER TO PUZZLE NO. 18.
+
+SENIOR DIVISION.--SALAMANDER.
+
+    1. ~S~ quirrel.
+    2. ~A~ nchovy.
+    3. ~L~ agotis.
+    4. ~A~ lligator.
+    5. ~M~ ammoth.
+    6. ~A~ ristotle's lantern.
+    7. ~N~ ightingale.
+    8. ~D~ igitigrades.
+    9. ~E~ agle.
+    10. ~R~ hombus minimus.
+
+CLASS I.--Consisting of those who have gained eleven marks:--E. Maynard.
+
+CLASS II.--Consisting of those who have gained ten marks or less:--A.
+Bradbury, H. Blunt, M. Bradbury, N. Besley, G. Burne, F. Callcott, J.
+Cooper, M Cooper, H. Cholmondeley, G. Clayton, A. Chappell, G. Dundas,
+A. Elliot, C. Gilbert, A. Garnham, H. Gill, E. Hobson, C. Hart, D. von.
+Hacht, B. Hudson, M. Heddle, M. Jakeman, J. Lewenz, H. Leake, H. Leah,
+E. A. Lloyd, A. M. Lynch, B. Law, C. J. Mather, E. McCaul, C. Morin, J.
+Puckle, E. Pratt, E. Rudd, C. Stanton, W. Seymer, M. Addison-Scott, A.
+Stoneham, G. Sayer, A. Solomon, B. Tomlinson, U. Tracy, L. Webb, K.
+Williams, A. Wilson, E. Wedgwood, E. F. Woolf, W. C. Wilson. N.B.--All
+competitors have been credited with light eight, as a letter was
+accidentally omitted. Notwithstanding this we are pleased to note that
+the light was correctly solved by many competitors.
+
+
+JUNIOR DIVISION.--REINDEER.
+
+    1. ~R~ obin Redbreast.
+    2. ~E~ xocetus exiliens.
+    3. ~I~ guanodon.
+    4. ~N~ arwhal.
+    5. ~D~ ormouse,
+    6. ~E~ ider Duck.
+    7. ~E~ lephant.
+    8. ~R~ ingdove.
+
+CLASS I.--Consisting of those who have gained nine marks:--A.
+Allsebrook, F. H. C. Burne, D. Blunt, L. Besley, L. Biddle, E. Brake. F.
+Boreham, C. Burne, A. Coombs. F. Clayton, F. Cooper, C. Crawford, S.
+Cuthill, M. Callcott, J. Cooper, J. Chapman, R. Dutton, P. Davidson, E.
+Ellis, E. Evans, L. Forrest, S. Fullford, L. Gill, M. Golledge, F.
+Howard, M. Howard, W. Johnson, A. King, M. McLaren, N. Maxwell, A.
+Marinden, F. Newman, E. Quilter, M. Crompton-Roberts, K. Simson, E.
+Stanley, E. Stanton, M. Somerville, M. Wood-Smith, L. Stibbs, M.
+McCalman Turpie, I. Williams, M. Watson, M. Wiper, E. Yeo.
+
+CLASS II.--Consisting of those who have gained eight marks or less:--E.
+Coombes, E. Carrington, V. L. Coombes, H. A. Coombes, H. Chappell, E.
+Elston, E. Fussell, E. E. Gruning, L. Hudson, K. Hawkins, M. Hobson, P.
+Hale, J. King, A. E. M. Kelly, J. Lancum, A. Leah, W. Lewenz, K. F.
+Lynch, C. Moody, H. Muggleston, G. O'Morris, H. Mayer, A. P. McDermott,
+E. Nicholson, G. Price, E. Raven, H. Smith, L. Stoneham, M. Snowball, H.
+Talbot, E. Tice, L. Walpole, M. Wigram, F. H. Woolf, K. Wedgwood, B. de
+St. Pierre.
+
+The List of Prize and Medal winners for the Second Quarter of 1884 will
+appear in the next Number.
+
+NOTE.--In place of "Anne" as light four of the Senior Division of No. 16
+read "Parr," Anne being a misprint.
+
+
+
+
+QUESTIONS AND ANSWERS.
+
+
+[_The Editor requests that all inquiries and replies intended for
+insertion in_ LITTLE FOLKS _should have the words "Questions and
+Answers" written on the left-hand top corners of the envelopes
+containing them. Only those which the Editor considers suitable and of
+general interest to his readers will be printed._]
+
+
+PRIZE COMPETITIONS, &C.
+
+ETHEL READ.--[All work of _every kind_ in the Competitions must be done
+by Competitors _unaided_. The articles in the Plain Needlework
+Competition are not to be washed before being sent in.--ED.]
+
+
+LITERATURE.
+
+An ARMADILLO writes, in answer to RAGS AND TATTERS, that the lines
+beginning--
+
+    "Bear through sorrow, wrong, and ruth," &c.
+
+are found in the fourteenth verse of Longfellow's "Maidenhood." Answers
+also received from _Elaine_, _Tattie_ _Coram_, and _An Amazon Queen_.
+
+LADY OF THE LAKE asks for the name of the author of the piece of poetry
+called "The Three Crowns."
+
+
+GAMES AND AMUSEMENTS.
+
+TADPOLE asks if any one can tell her the origin of "Blind-man's buff."
+
+L. J. F. writes, in answer to MAY WILLIAMSON, that the following are the
+rules for "Bell and Hammer":--"Any number of persons may play, one of
+whom must be appointed cashier. The cashier then distributes an equal
+number of counters to each player, puts up for sale the five cards
+separately, and knocks them down with the hammer to the highest bidder.
+The produce is put into the pool; each player must pay four counters
+into the pool. The cashier has first throw, and when all blanks are
+thrown each player pays one to the holder of the white horse. If with
+the blanks the bell, or hammer, or both are thrown, the owner of such
+card pays one to the holder of the white horse. When numbers and blanks
+are thrown the cashier pays the amount to the player from the pool. When
+the pool is nearly empty there arises an advantage to the inn, for if
+the amount of the number thrown exceeds what is in the pool the player
+pays the overplus to the owner of the inn. If all blanks are thrown
+after the inn begins to receive, the owner of the white horse pays one
+to the inn, and should the bell or hammer be thrown with blanks the
+owner pays one to the inn. But if numbers accompany the bell or hammer,
+the owner of such card must pay to the inn the number thrown above those
+remaining in the pool. The game is stopped by some one throwing exactly
+the same number as is in the pool. The one who has most counters wins
+the game." Answers also received from IRENE FEDRIGO, A BUSY BEE,
+HENBANE, FUZZELLYBOO, and TADPOLE.
+
+
+WORK.
+
+ASTARTE sends the following directions, in answer to W. M.'s question as
+to how to make a pair of baby's woollen shoes, suitable for a
+bazaar:--"One ounce of white Berlin wool. A chain of thirty-four
+stitches; double-crochet into this for thirty rows, taking the back
+stitch, so as to form a rib. Then crochet fifteen stitches, turn and go
+back to end of row, then go back again for fourteen stitches, and so on,
+taking one less each time until there are only seven left. This has to
+be done on both sides of the leg, so as to form the foot. Break off the
+wool, fasten it on at the top of the leg, then crochet down as far as
+the instep, and back again, doing one less each time till there are only
+two stitches left. Then down as far as the instep do an edging of treble
+crochet, then work another edging (button-hole stitch) all round the
+edging of flourishing thread. Then join the foot loosely down the
+middle, and sew up the leg so that the part increased flaps over. For
+the sole of foot make a chain of fourteen stitches, work it up and down
+till there are thirteen ribs; in the last two rows a stitch must be left
+out at each corner. Sew the sole on to the foot and the boot is
+finished."
+
+
+COOKERY.
+
+SNOW-FLAKE would be much obliged if any one would tell her how to make
+almond rock.
+
+RUBY and A STRAWBERRY wish to know how to make toffee and butter scotch.
+
+
+GENERAL.
+
+DICKY WYATT writes, in answer to HELVELLYN, that the word "Kettledrum"
+means a large social party. Among the Tartars a "kettle" represents a
+family, or as many as feed from one kettle; and on Tweedside it
+signifies a "social party," met together to take tea from the same
+tea-kettle; hence any social party. Of course the play upon this meaning
+of the word and the instrument called a kettledrum is intentional, the
+word "drum" meaning a crowded "evening party," "drum," applying to the
+close packing, as, a drum of figs. Answer also received from A BUSY BEE.
+
+LUNA would be glad if any one would tell her how to dry gorse, and how
+to dry "lords and ladies."
+
+W. ROUTLEDGE asks how to make a graph for copying letters, &c.
+
+
+NATURAL HISTORY.
+
+EUSTACIE would be glad to know if radish would kill canaries; also if
+gas would hurt them?--[Gas is always injurious; we should not think
+radish was, unless it were given rather suddenly and freely after long
+denial of green food; but we never tried this particular kind of
+vegetable diet.]
+
+ELECTRA wants to know what is the matter with her hen canary. The bird
+is losing all the feathers from her neck, though it is not yet the time
+for moulting. Is it good for her to have green food every day?--[Green
+food is good in moderation. It is impossible to tell the reason for the
+loss of feathers with no other symptoms; see if the bird is infested
+with mites, and if so use Persian powder freely. You can do no harm to
+anoint the bare places with vaseline. Unmated hens are very apt to get
+out of sorts at the breeding season.]
+
+
+Picture Story Wanting Words.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+A Guinea Book and an Officer's Medal of the LITTLE FOLKS Legion of
+Honour will be given for the best short and _original_ Description of
+this Picture. A smaller Book and an Officer's Medal will be given, in
+addition, for the best Description _relatively to the age of the
+Competitor_. All Competitors must be under the age of 16 years, and
+their Descriptions must be certified by Ministers, Teachers, Parents, or
+other responsible persons, and reach the Editor by the 9th of August
+next (the 15th of August for Competitors residing abroad). In addition
+to the TWO Prizes and Officers' Medals, some of the most deserving
+Competitors will be included in a List of Honour, and will be awarded
+Members' Medals of the LITTLE FOLKS Legion of Honour. (See the notice
+about the Silver Medal on page 115 of the last Volume.)
+
+
+
+
+ANSWERS TO OUR LITTLE FOLKS' OWN PUZZLES (_page_ 60).
+
+RIDDLE-ME-REE.--VIOLET.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+TRANSPOSED LETTER PUZZLE.
+
+    1. "All is not gold that glitters."
+    2. "Pride will have a fall."
+    3. "Handsome is that handsome does."
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+HIDDEN PROVERB.
+
+"Every cloud has a silver lining."
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+ARITHMOREM.
+
+    1. Livingstone.
+    2. La Place.
+    3. Milton.
+    4. America.
+    5. Schumann.
+    6. London.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+SINGLE ACROSTIC--EDWARD.
+
+    1. ~E~ dith.
+    2. ~D~ en.
+    3. ~W~ ater.
+    4. ~A~ rm.
+    5. ~R~ ace.
+    6. ~D~ uck.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+DOUBLE ACROSTIC--FLOUNDER--MACKEREL.
+
+    1. A ~F~ fir ~M~ s.
+    2. A ~L~ ~A~ s.
+    3. C ~O~ a ~C~ h.
+    4. B ~U~ lloc ~K~ s.
+    5. ~I~ ~N~ d ~E~ x.
+    6. A ~D~ he ~R~ e.
+    7. ~F~ ~E~ ~E~ l
+    8. A ~R~ tic ~L~ e.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+MISSING LETTER PUZZLE
+
+    "I fear thee, ancient mariner!
+      I fear thy skinny hand!
+    And thou art long, and lank, and brown.
+      As is the ribbed sea-sand."
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+SQUARE WORD.
+
+    1. MARY.
+    2. AREA.
+    3. REAR.
+    4. YARN.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+POETICAL REBUS.
+
+    "The curfew tolls the knell of parting day,
+      The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea;
+    The ploughman homeward plods his weary way.
+      And leaves the world to darkness and to me."
+
+GRAY'S _Elegy_.
+
+
+
+
+
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+
+<h1><span class="smcap">Little Folks</span>:</h1>
+
+<h2><i>A Magazine for the Young.</i></h2>
+
+<h3><i>NEW AND ENLARGED SERIES.</i></h3>
+
+<h4>CASSELL &amp; COMPANY, <span class="smcap">Limited</span></h4>
+
+<h4><i>LONDON, PARIS &amp; NEW YORK.</i></h4>
+
+<h4>[ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.]</h4>
+
+<p class="notes">Transcriber's Note: The project was listed as the August 1884 edition,
+but there is no information indicating that on the scans I worked with.
+Minor typos have been corrected. Table of Contents has been added for the HTML version.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 613px;">
+<img src="images/i001.jpg" width="613" height="500" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<h2>Contents</h2>
+
+<!-- Autogenerated TOC. Modify or delete as required. -->
+<p>
+<a href="#A_LITTLE_TOO_CLEVER"><b>A LITTLE TOO CLEVER.</b></a><br />
+<a href="#HINTS_ON_CANVASINE_PAINTING"><b>HINTS ON CANVASINE PAINTING.</b></a><br />
+<a href="#A_RACE_ON_THE_SANDS"><b>A RACE ON THE SANDS.</b></a><br />
+<a href="#THE_KING_AND_QUEENS_QUARREL"><b>THE KING AND QUEEN'S QUARREL.</b></a><br />
+<a href="#THE_KINGFISHER_AND_THE_FISHES"><b>THE KINGFISHER AND THE FISHES.</b></a><br />
+<a href="#OUR_SUNDAY_AFTERNOONS"><b>OUR SUNDAY AFTERNOONS.</b></a><br />
+<a href="#BIBLE_EXERCISES_FOR_SUNDAY_AFTERNOONS"><b>BIBLE EXERCISES FOR SUNDAY AFTERNOONS.</b></a><br />
+<a href="#ANSWERS_TO_BIBLE_EXERCISES_1-12_See_p_20"><b>ANSWERS TO BIBLE EXERCISES (1-12. See p. 20).</b></a><br />
+<a href="#THE_CHILDRENS_LIGHT_BRIGADE"><b>THE CHILDREN'S LIGHT BRIGADE.</b></a><br />
+<a href="#SOME_FAMOUS_RAILWAY_TRAINS_AND_THEIR_STORY"><b>SOME FAMOUS RAILWAY TRAINS AND THEIR STORY.</b></a><br />
+<a href="#MASTER_TOMS_RAINY_WEATHER"><b>MASTER TOM'S "RAINY WEATHER."</b></a><br />
+<a href="#THE_MAIDS_AND_THE_MAGPIE"><b>THE MAIDS AND THE MAGPIE.</b></a><br />
+<a href="#CHILDRENS_GAMES_IN_DAYS_OF_OLD"><b>CHILDREN'S GAMES IN DAYS OF OLD.</b></a><br />
+<a href="#THEIR_ROAD_TO_FORTUNE"><b>THEIR ROAD TO FORTUNE.</b></a><br />
+<a href="#THE_CHILDRENS_OWN_GARDEN_IN_AUGUST"><b>THE CHILDREN'S OWN GARDEN IN AUGUST.</b></a><br />
+<a href="#JEMMYS_AND_MY_ADVENTURE"><b>JEMMY'S AND MY ADVENTURE.</b></a><br />
+<a href="#MORNINGS_AT_THE_ZOO"><b>MORNINGS AT THE ZOO.</b></a><br />
+<a href="#A_GAME_OF_CRICKET_IN_ELFLAND"><b>A GAME OF CRICKET IN ELFLAND.</b></a><br />
+<a href="#HARVEST_DAYS"><b>HARVEST DAYS.</b></a><br />
+<a href="#LITTLE_MARGARETS_KITCHEN_AND_WHAT_SHE_DID_IN_IT_VIII"><b>LITTLE MARGARET'S KITCHEN, AND WHAT SHE DID IN IT.&mdash;VIII.</b></a><br />
+<a href="#A_Harvest_Song"><b>A Harvest Song.</b></a><br />
+<a href="#WAITING_FOR_FATHER"><b>WAITING FOR FATHER.</b></a><br />
+<a href="#STORIES_TOLD_IN_WESTMINSTER_ABBEY"><b>STORIES TOLD IN WESTMINSTER ABBEY.</b></a><br />
+<a href="#THE_LITTLE_FLOWERS_WISH"><b>THE LITTLE FLOWERS' WISH.</b></a><br />
+<a href="#The_Editors_Pocket-Book"><b>The Editor's Pocket-Book.</b></a><br />
+<a href="#ABOUT_THE_FRANCOLIN"><b>ABOUT THE FRANCOLIN.</b></a><br />
+<a href="#The_Little_Folks_Humane_Society"><b>The "Little Folks" Humane Society.</b></a><br />
+<a href="#OUR_LITTLE_FOLKS_OWN_PAGE"><b>OUR LITTLE FOLKS' OWN PAGE.</b></a><br />
+<a href="#OUR_LITTLE_FOLKS_OWN_PUZZLES"><b>OUR LITTLE FOLKS' OWN PUZZLES.</b></a><br />
+<a href="#PRIZE_PUZZLE_COMPETITION"><b>PRIZE PUZZLE COMPETITION.</b></a><br />
+<a href="#Questions_and_Answers"><b>Questions and Answers.</b></a><br />
+<a href="#ANSWERS_TO_OUR_LITTLE_FOLKS_OWN_PUZZLES_page_60"><b>ANSWERS TO OUR LITTLE FOLKS' OWN PUZZLES (page 60).</b></a><br />
+</p>
+<!-- End Autogenerated TOC. -->
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_65" id="Page_65">[Pg 65]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="A_LITTLE_TOO_CLEVER" id="A_LITTLE_TOO_CLEVER"></a>A LITTLE TOO CLEVER.</h2>
+
+<h3><i>By the Author of "Pen's Perplexities," "Margaret's Enemy," "Maid
+Marjory," &amp;c.</i></h3>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 362px;">
+<img src="images/i004.jpg" width="362" height="500" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+<h3>CHAPTER IV.&mdash;HAS ELSIE FORGOTTEN?</h3>
+
+<p>"Look you, Duncan," Elsie exclaimed, when they had walked on some way in
+silence, "I've made up my mind to go, and what's the use o' waitin'? The
+sooner the better, for it may turn cold any day now. We shouldn't be
+long if it was fine, but if 'twas wet we might have to wait up in
+places. I must sit down an' see if I can find out the way to go from the
+map."</p>
+
+<p>"We shan't be to school in time," Duncan protested.</p>
+
+<p>"Well, an' I dunno that I care," Elsie replied. "What's the odds o' one
+afternoon more or less? It'll be many a day I shall be called truant, I
+reckon. But they might be after tellin' of us, an' she'd be lockin' me
+up in the loft, which isn't what I want, so we'll get to school to-day,"
+she added, meditatively. "Here, take the basket, while I try to make the
+map out as we walk along."</p>
+
+<p>Now, Elsie had a great many faults indeed, but there was one thing you
+may have noticed about her that had something of a good point about it:
+it never occurred to her to desert Duncan. She might have said, "You run
+on to the shop with the beans while I study the map," for Duncan knew
+his way well enough; but the little fellow had ever depended upon her,
+and been her inseparable companion. She would guide him into stray
+paths, but it would never occur to her to forsake him, or withdraw from
+him the protection of her fearless, daring spirit. One good point,
+however small and obscure it is, may be taken as a proof that there is
+some good soil in the nature which has developed it where other similar
+plants may flourish. We have room to hope, therefore, that Elsie was not
+without her better side.</p>
+
+<p>"It don't look far," Elsie said, meditatively, tracing the space with
+her finger on the map, which was a small one, and to the inexperienced
+eyes that were studying it reduced distance to a mere nothing. "Here's
+London printed very big. It's a goodish way down, is London, gettin' on
+to the end of England, only England's a very little place, accordin' to
+the map. Any way, it wouldn't be so very long, for that old guide
+they've got at home with the map in it makes this road look just about
+six times as long as it is."</p>
+
+<p>"You're quite sure we're goin' to run away?" Duncan asked, rather
+dolefully.</p>
+
+<p>"I won't say whether it'll be walkin' or runnin', but I'm quite sure I
+shall go," Elsie replied.</p>
+
+<p>"I think they'll cry when they can't find us," Duncan said,
+meditatively.</p>
+
+<p>"Poor bodies! if they cry it'll be with rage to think we're gone," Elsie
+said contemptuously. "I just wonder if they'll guess then I've got the
+letter, an' that I've found out all about it. I'm no silly like you,
+Duncan, or I'd never have made head or tail of it; and then, what 'ud
+become of us when we're big?"</p>
+
+<p>"We shan't be hungry, or tired, or anything bad, shall we?" asked the
+matter-of-fact Duncan.</p>
+
+<p>Elsie's mind had passed over the trivial matter of the journey, and all
+such minor details, to the grand result, when she had found their
+father, and would be living with him in a beautiful place, with all that
+heart could desire. But Duncan's imagination could put on no such
+seven-league boots. It stuck fast at the first disagreeable details, and
+was not even rewarded by the prospect which so delighted Elsie, for his
+mind could not picture any other life than his present one.</p>
+
+<p>"And what would you be the worse for a wee bit of hunger or tiredness?
+Ain't we often that? I'm hungry now without any dinner, an' you'll be
+fit to eat your head before you get your tea," said Elsie.</p>
+
+<p>"Only, we shall get it," Duncan replied, in his provokingly straight
+way. "If we was long on the road, where'd we get anything at all?"</p>
+
+<p>"I've pennies in my box, an' so have you," Elsie replied impatiently. "A
+loaf an' a drop o' milk'll be all we want."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, yes, it'll do very well on the road. There'll be shops, of course."</p>
+
+<p>"Of course there will. Runnin' away isn't bad. I'd almost like to do it
+just for the fun. Lots o' the books teacher's lent me out o' the school
+library has got runnin' away in them. Sometimes they get into troubles,
+and all sorts o' queer things<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_66" id="Page_66">[Pg 66]</a></span> happen, but it always comes right in the
+end. I've noticed that particular."</p>
+
+<p>They were near the village shop now, and as Duncan had no reply to make,
+they went on without further conversation till they reached it. "We had
+to bring you these instead o' takin' our dinners," Elsie grumbled.</p>
+
+<p>"Dear, dear! poor little bodies!" said the kindly shop-dame,
+compassionately. "It's bad for the bairnies to be hungry. I'll fetch you
+a bit of cold puddin' with plums enough to put a stop to countin'. You
+can eat it as you go along."</p>
+
+<p>She went into her room, and cut two slices.</p>
+
+<p>"There," said Elsie, triumphantly, "I told you anybody 'ud be kind to
+children. Mrs. Callam thought it was a shame for us to be hungry, an'
+so'd anyone else. I ain't a bit afraid of runnin' away, are you?"</p>
+
+<p>"Afraid?" Duncan replied, with alacrity. "You needn't think I'm afraid."</p>
+
+<p>They reached school in time, and put the borrowed atlas back into its
+place unobserved. "I'd like to take it with me," Elsie said to herself,
+"only I couldn't give it back, an' then it 'ud be stealin'; but I can't
+forget the way."</p>
+
+<p>Duncan got through his tasks in his usual fashion, not brilliantly or
+quickly, but pretty accurately. Elsie was in trouble more than once
+during the afternoon for inattention, and earned several bad marks, over
+which she did not fret.</p>
+
+<p>On their way home Elsie appeared quite to have forgotten her grand
+scheme, for she said positively not one word about it. "P'raps she won't
+do it after all," thought Duncan, for it was no uncommon thing for Elsie
+to utter dreadful-sounding threats, and make boasts which came to
+nothing. Duncan grew quite gay and cheerful at this thought, and went
+dancing along with all his usual light-heartedness.</p>
+
+<p>But he was quite wrong. Elsie had not tired of her idea, but she was
+dreadfully afraid stupid little Duncan might unwittingly betray them,
+and so, with the craftiness which soon comes to those who plot, she was
+bent upon turning his mind quite away from her schemes until the time
+came for action. She even went so far as to talk about all sorts of
+things in the most ordinary way, as if she and Duncan were to pass all
+their lives in the cottage on the moor.</p>
+
+<p>The afternoon meal was waiting for them when they went in. Their mother
+had cooked them a nice slice of bacon, and had baked them each what the
+children called a bun, which was a little piece of dough from the
+regular bread-making, baked separately. It always seemed much sweeter
+than the ordinary loaf, and was crisp and crusty, like our rolls, so I
+don't think there was much to grumble over, although they had not had
+any dinner.</p>
+
+<p>When it was ended Mrs. MacDougall sat down to her knitting, while Elsie
+cleared away. She was making stockings for the coming winter, and was
+employed on Elsie's at present.</p>
+
+<p>"It's gettin' a long stocking," the old grandmother said, as she watched
+the length of leg and foot dangling from the pins. "You can't get to the
+end o' it so quick as you used when it was about three inches from toe
+to heel, an' the baby's five toes like so many pink beads."</p>
+
+<p>All the children laughed at the idea. It seemed so funny to think of
+Elsie, big-limbed, strong, and sunburnt, as a tiny babe.</p>
+
+<p>"But a bonnie baby was Elsie," the old grandmother went on: "the
+bonniest of all, eh, Meg?"</p>
+
+<p>"Elsie was a beautiful baby," Mrs. MacDougall replied. "Her father was
+real proud of her, and used to carry her about with him evening times,
+long after she ought by good rights to have been a-bed. You remember
+that, mother?"</p>
+
+<p>"Eh, well enough," the old woman replied.</p>
+
+<p>Duncan glanced at Elsie uneasily, but he could read nothing in her face.
+Then he was guilty of laying a little trap.</p>
+
+<p>"Was Elsie prettier than Robbie, then?" he asked.</p>
+
+<p>"She was a prettier baby," Mrs. MacDougall answered, looking from one to
+the other, and putting her hand on Robbie's fair curls, almost as if she
+were doing him an injustice to say it. "Yes, I think every one would say
+Elsie was the bonnier baby. Robbie was but a puling, pasty-faced little
+thing, thin and miserable, not a crowing, bright little thing like the
+others. He wanted a deal o' care, did Robbie, an' I will say he's had it
+always."</p>
+
+<p>"That he has, that he has," the old grandmother assented, warmly. "His
+poor&mdash;&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>"Father wouldn't know him if he was to see him now," said Mrs.
+MacDougall, finishing her old mother's sentence.</p>
+
+<p>For Duncan this little commonplace conversation had much more interest
+than those who were speaking could have any idea of. It puzzled him
+sorely too, for it seemed to tell such a different tale from the one
+Elsie had put together. He was watching Elsie closely, wondering what
+she could say to it. It was not so much what she had said that made
+Duncan uncomfortable as the way she said it. "Just as if she was our
+mother!" he thought to himself. "And then the letter said 'weak and
+delicate,' an' after all we was stronger babies than Robbie&mdash;leastways,
+Elsie was, and father used to be so proud of her. Elsie must have made a
+mistake. I feel quite sure she has."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67">[Pg 67]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>Perhaps Elsie guessed what he was thinking, for the first moment they
+were alone she whispered to Duncan, "I can see through it," in a tone of
+so much confidence that Duncan was unsettled again. "D'you think I can't
+see through that?" Elsie said, contemptuously. "She talks like that o'
+purpose to misguide us an' every one else that comes near. She makes
+believe she's our mother always, even to granny, who knows she isn't,
+for fear anybody should get thinkin' about it. Besides, I doubt not we
+grew strong after a bit, maybe; an' if we ain't the babies, I'd like to
+know where they are."</p>
+
+<p>"P'raps they was fetched away again after a bit."</p>
+
+<p>"You've always got an answer ready, for all you look so stupid," Elsie
+said, crossly. "When did they go away, I'd like to know? Can you
+remember? I can't; an' I can call to mind as long ago as when Robbie was
+the baby, an father died."</p>
+
+<p>To this Duncan could certainly find no reply. He himself had not the
+faintest recollection of any other babies than Robbie, and of course
+Elsie could remember better than he. He could not prove Elsie wrong, and
+yet he could not bring himself to realise that such a strange thing had
+been going on all these years in such a quiet, unnoticeable way&mdash;that
+Mrs. MacDougall could seem so exactly like a mother to them, and yet not
+be one. He was in a state of bewilderment, in which he could neither
+believe nor disbelieve, and so he went to sleep with a weary sigh, and
+left the mystery to unravel itself.</p>
+
+<p>Not so Elsie. Her thoughts were very busy as she lay awake in her little
+room. At last a happy idea seemed to strike her. "Yes, that'll be the
+very time," she said softly to herself, and then settled herself to
+sleep.</p>
+
+
+<h3>CHAPTER V.&mdash;"THE VERY TIME."</h3>
+
+<p>Several days passed away, in which Elsie said nothing more to Duncan of
+her plans. Robbie's birthday passed off, and Elsie did serve the cake
+and milk under the alder-tree, after all. She was even kind to the
+little lad, and played with the two boys. Robbie was trying hard to
+deserve her attention, running himself quite out of breath after the
+ball she threw, and using all his strength to keep up with Duncan, who
+was ever so much stronger.</p>
+
+<p>By-and-by, when Elsie proposed a run on the moor, Robbie looked timidly
+in her face, and said, "I wish I might come too."</p>
+
+<p>"Well, go an' ask," Elsie said, condescendingly; and Robbie having
+obtained permission, coupled with many injunctions not to go far or run
+too much, they started, with Robbie in a radiant state of delight. And
+Elsie was so gentle with him that Robbie could not help saying, "I do
+like coming out here with you," in his own little gentle way; and
+Duncan, who loved peace, was quite happy.</p>
+
+<p>Two or three days later there was a slaying of fowls, while Elsie and
+Duncan were set to pick a gathering of plums, apples, and beans, and
+arrange them in baskets. As a rule, Elsie disliked this day, and went
+about when she was at home with a cloudy face and many an impatient
+exclamation. This time, however, she seemed quite cheerful, and helped
+readily.</p>
+
+<p>Very early the next morning Mrs. MacDougall was waiting at the cottage
+door in her bonnet and shawl for Farmer Jarrett's cart. Presently it
+came along, the farmer's round jolly face surmounting a heap of baskets,
+packed with butter, cheese, eggs, and poultry. Mrs. MacDougall handed
+her few baskets up to him, and when these were arranged in various odd
+corners she put her foot on the cart-wheel, jumped up by his side, and
+off they started for the little market town, where Mrs. MacDougall could
+get a better price for the few things she had to sell than in the
+village shop, and could also purchase more cheaply the groceries,
+calicoes, and other necessaries of her household.</p>
+
+<p>"Tell granny to take care o' Robbie," Mrs. MacDougall called, as she
+waved her good-bye. "I shan't be later than six about."</p>
+
+<p>"Take care o' Robbie, indeed!" muttered Elsie, just loud enough for
+Duncan to hear. "It's always Robbie. Why should he be taken more care of
+than any other body? P'raps she thinks he'll melt in the sun, or be
+drowned by the rain, or blown away by the wind, which can't never hurt
+us."</p>
+
+<p>As Mrs. MacDougall drove off in the early morning, she looked somewhat
+anxiously at the heavy mist which hung over the moor, and remarked to
+her neighbour that there was a chilliness about the air this morning
+which felt like the approach of cold weather.</p>
+
+<p>"Well, we mustn't grumble," the farmer said, in his northern dialect;
+"it's over fine for the time o' year; but when the weather does break we
+shall have the winter early upon us, and a long, hard one too, I
+reckon."</p>
+
+<p>"If I have a good day I'll just take some warm stuff home for the
+children," Mrs. MacDougall said to herself. Then she pulled out her
+purse and looked over its contents, turning them over and over, and
+reckoning them up, as if by dint of careful arithmetic they might,
+perchance, come to a little more. In one part of it there was a little
+packet of money done up in paper, marked "Robbie." There was more there
+than in all the other divisions put together. It was clear Robbie would
+not go short. Mrs. MacDougall looked at it with a little sigh.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_68" id="Page_68">[Pg 68]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 397px;">
+<img src="images/i010.jpg" width="397" height="500" alt="&quot;&#39;WE ARE VERY TIRED,&#39;." title="" />
+<span class="caption">&quot;&#39;WE ARE VERY TIRED,&#39; ELSIE SAID&quot; (p. <a href="#Page_71">71</a>).</span>
+</div>
+
+<p>"I must get yarn to finish Elsie's stockings," she said to herself.
+"Duncan will have her old ones that she's grown out of. A fine lassie
+she'll be in a few more years, growing like this; but it's hard work to
+keep them without a man's earnings to look to."</p>
+
+<p>"You're thinking out some very hard question, judging by your silence,"
+the farmer said, after a while.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, it's just a puzzle to know how to bring the children up," Mrs.
+MacDougall replied. "Since my good man died and left me with them, it's
+been a hard matter at times, but never so hard as now. There's my Elsie,
+growing as fine a lass as may be, though a deal bit wilful without a man
+to intimidate her. She'll have to take service in a few years more, for
+what else can I do with her? an' I'm thinking she'll take it hard, for
+she's got rare notions, an' is a bit clever above the common. Duncan's
+over young yet to fret about; Robbie'll be provided for, no doubt, when
+the proper time comes."</p>
+
+<p>"I wouldn't fret at all," the farmer replied, heartily; "you've done the
+best, and worked hard for the bairnies since your good man was taken.
+They'll find a good provision, I doubt not. There's a special protection
+for the fatherless and the widow, so the minister's always saying."</p>
+
+<p>"It's just the one interest of my life to see the children started,"
+Mrs. MacDougall replied, "although sometimes I get pretty nigh
+disheartened."</p>
+
+<p>"You've had a sorrowful life," the farmer said. "Some dead, others false
+and mean, but you've much to be proud of. The bairnies are strong an'
+winsome, an' I'm sure the little one's just a real credit to you."</p>
+
+<p>"Ah! the poor little lad. I think his father would be astonished to see
+him. Yes, I'm bound to say he's done well, all things considered."</p>
+
+<p>"But, if I may say it, I think you're a bit mistaken to treat him any
+differently from the others. Surely he's strong an' hearty enough now."</p>
+
+<p>"Mother talks like that," Mrs. MacDougall replied; "but I must be just.
+There's many a time when I'd be glad to give the others a little more
+and Robbie a little less, but I regard it as a temptation to be
+resisted. He has a double claim upon me, an' if I were to push him to
+the wall, or let him be sacrificed in any way, the dead would rise up
+an' reproach me."</p>
+
+<p>"But his father never intended you to make a difference between the
+children," the farmer continued. "I'm thinking if it mightn't make a
+jealousy among 'em, which wouldn't be a good thing for any of them."</p>
+
+<p>"Children don't remark much," Mrs. MacDougall replied. "They know how
+weakly he is, an' they wouldn't be jealous. It's circumstances has made
+the difference. If their father had lived there'd have been plenty for
+all, doubtless, but now the strong ones must go without, since they
+can't all have everything; an' they know it must be so."</p>
+
+<p>"Well, well, you do your best; but I will say I<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69">[Pg 69]</a></span> agree with the old
+dame," Farmer Jarrett replied; and then they changed the subject.</p>
+
+<p>In the meantime Elsie, having seen her mother depart, and had her
+grumble against Robbie, turned back into the cottage. Mrs. MacDougall
+was very greatly mistaken in supposing that Elsie was not jealous.
+Duncan's matter-of-fact mind took things as he found them, and did not
+trouble to inquire why they were so or whether they should be different,
+but Elsie was quite the opposite. She was always troubling herself about
+things that did not concern her, and not being of an open, ingenuous
+disposition, which turns naturally to some other person for a solution
+of its difficulties, she formed her own conclusions, which, more often
+than not, were very erroneous ones.</p>
+
+<p>It was not yet seven, so that there were more than two hours wanting to
+school-time. Elsie was very busy about the house for a little time; she
+changed her week-day clothes for her Sunday ones, and made Duncan do the
+same; she opened their money-boxes, and carefully counted the coppers
+they contained: they amounted altogether to elevenpence, halfpennies and
+farthings included. These she tied up in a handkerchief, and put in her
+pocket. Then she went to the pantry, and took from it a loaf of bread
+and some Dutch cheese, which she put into a basket.</p>
+
+<p>This done, she called sharply to Duncan to make haste, for she was
+"going to have a run on the moor before school." Robbie asked timidly if
+he might come too, but Elsie would not hear of it.</p>
+
+<p>"You can tell granny when she comes downstairs that we're not coming
+home to dinner. I've taken our dinner in a basket," she said to Robbie.</p>
+
+<p>The little fellow stood at the door, and watched them wistfully as they
+ran off. It was dull to turn back into the empty kitchen, and wait there
+till the old dame came downstairs. If Robbie could have put his feelings
+into words, he would have said that he would have been happier roughing
+it with Duncan and Elsie than with the constant care and consideration
+that separated him from them. Perhaps, after all, Farmer Jarrett was
+right.</p>
+
+<p>Elsie was in an extraordinary state of excitement this morning. She
+danced along, laughing and talking merrily. Duncan wondered to see her
+in such spirits, for it was seldom that she had nothing to grumble at.</p>
+
+<p>By-and-by they reached a point where there were two roads: the one
+leading to the village, the other a short cut to the school, running
+along the back of the village. Elsie took the long one.</p>
+
+<p>"Where are you going?" Duncan asked, in astonishment.</p>
+
+<p>Elsie looked at him gleefully, and burst out laughing. "I don't mind
+telling you now," she replied; "you can't let it out. We're going to
+England, and we've got the whole day before us, for granny won't expect
+us home till after afternoon school, and mother won't be home till
+sunset. Oh! wasn't it just a capital idea of mine?"</p>
+
+<p>"To England?" echoed Duncan, somewhat ruefully, for the idea was, after
+all, sudden enough to take him aback. "Then let's be quick, Elsie. Shall
+we get there to-night?"</p>
+
+<p>"That depends," Elsie returned, with the air of a person who knows all
+about it. "If we get a lift on the road, we shall get along quickly."</p>
+
+<p>It had occurred to her that they might not reach London that evening,
+but she was not daunted by the thought, for she had a plan in her mind
+in case of such an event, only she considered it wiser to keep Duncan in
+ignorance of any possible difficulty.</p>
+
+
+<h3>CHAPTER VI.&mdash;ON THE WAY.</h3>
+
+<p>As far as the village the way was straight enough. Elsie and Duncan
+skipped along merrily. Presently the sun began to struggle through the
+clouds and disperse the haze. The day promised to be fine and warm,
+which was certainly a great advantage.</p>
+
+<p>The few straggling houses that formed the village of Dunster were soon
+passed, and then arose the first difficulty. The road for some little
+distance was direct enough, but at last it came to a sudden termination,
+or rather, opened out into a wider space, where there was a dirty pond,
+a patch of grass, and two roads: the one to the left, the other to the
+right. Right before them, filling up the way they ought to take in order
+to carry out Elsie's plan of keeping straight on, stood a tiny crofter's
+cottage, surrounded by its meagre crops enclosed within low stone walls.
+Beyond it the ground began to rise into hills, and far away in the
+distance rose the black-looking peaks of mountains.</p>
+
+<p>Elsie stood still for a few minutes in puzzled thought. "If we begin to
+take turnings we are sure to lose our way," she said to herself, in
+woeful disappointment at this sudden check; but presently her spirits
+revived. "I see it all!" she cried, "Of course, if the road went
+straight on, apart from having to go right through the croft, it would
+lead us just straight away into the mountains; an' I'd like to know how
+we'd ever get over the top of that big one, with the clouds hanging over
+it. The road takes you clear away through the glen, of course, and it
+runs a bit to the side, no doubt. We'll just keep in the right
+direction, an' it'll be right enough. Let us think a minute. Is London
+to the right or the left, Duncan? Which think you?"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_70" id="Page_70">[Pg 70]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"It's more on the right side of the map, I think," Duncan replied,
+doubtfully.</p>
+
+<p>"Ah! but, you little silly, we're up in Scotland, and we're to walk down
+the map. You must just reverse it, to be sure," Elsie replied.</p>
+
+<p>"The map's a funny sort of shape, where it joins on to England," Duncan
+muttered. "It seems to run off more sideways like; we ought to twist
+about, I'm sure, or else we'll be going straight through the bottom of
+Scotland into the sea!"</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, you baby!" Elsie cried, scornfully. "Do you think we couldn't walk
+along the edge? I'm not so sure it wouldn't be the best. We should be
+certain to know our way then, when once we got to the coast."</p>
+
+<p>"S'pose we was to fall over?" urged Duncan.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, it is just the best idea of all!" Elsie cried, clapping her hands.
+"We'll just find the sea first of all; and won't it be a real bonny
+sight, with the ships sailing on it. Then we'll go along till we get
+into England, and any one'll tell us the way to London. This turning
+seems the most like going straight, so we'll take it."</p>
+
+<p>This knotty point decided, Elsie tripped along with no sort of
+misgiving. Duncan was by no means so sure. He had received geography
+lessons, in which he had been told how many hundred miles long Scotland
+was, and he had a sort of dim suspicion that London must be farther off
+than Elsie thought; but he did not feel much uneasiness.</p>
+
+<p>After a while the road became rough and uneven, and at last it turned
+sharp round in the wrong direction, but just beyond them the low wall
+suddenly ended in a scattered heap of stony fragments, and the grass
+stretched fresh and green away to the hills.</p>
+
+<p>"Come on, Duncan!" Elsie cried, dragging him after her on to the grass.
+"We'll be seeing the sea from that hill, I'll be bound!"</p>
+
+<p>The hill was farther away than it looked, but they reached it after a
+good sharp scamper. "And now we'll just be after eating a bit of
+something before we go any farther," Elsie said, dropping down on the
+grass, very hot and breathless.</p>
+
+<p>"I s'pose there'll be shops by-and-by," Duncan said, "or a farm, where
+we can get a drink of milk."</p>
+
+<p>Elsie was thirsty, but she was not going to be daunted by such a small
+inconvenience.</p>
+
+<p>They began hopefully to climb the hill. As they mounted they began to
+find it steep and tiring. After ten minutes they stopped short, fairly
+out of breath. To her disgust and surprise, Elsie found that the
+distance to the top of the hill looked even greater than when they had
+been quite down at the bottom of it, and steeper a very great deal.
+They rested for a while, catching hold of the tough heather stalks to
+prevent them from slipping, then went on again, on and on, with
+by-and-by another pause for breath. There was plenty of fun and
+excitement in the climb, the only drawback being the weight and
+inconvenience of their strong rough boots and Elsie's basket, which,
+however, were each of them too useful to be left behind.</p>
+
+<p>At last, however, the children reached the top, and Elsie stood still,
+and looked all round in eager hope.</p>
+
+<p>But, alas! the sight that met her view was one of keen disappointment.
+The side of the hill descended very steeply into a narrow valley,
+through which flowed a small stream. Beyond were hills stretching as far
+as she could see, until their tall peaks mingled with the clouds. Just
+then the sun disappeared, black shadows crept rapidly over the
+mountain-tops, the whole landscape appeared dark, gloomy, and frowning.
+Nowhere all around was a sight of any living thing, except a few sheep
+perched far up on a steep crag. Presently masses of vapour gathered over
+the hills, and began to roll down their sides, hiding first one and then
+another. Elsie turned away with a shudder. The cows feeding on the
+smooth grass below, the very sight of the road, lonely and deserted
+though it was, seemed cheerful indeed, compared with the awful
+loneliness of those grim, endless hills.</p>
+
+<p>"It's no use going this way," she said, with a little shiver. "The sea
+is farther off than I thought. We should lose ourselves among the hills;
+and it's so cold up here, and not a soul to tell us the way, not even a
+shepherd. Let's go back."</p>
+
+<p>They began to descend by a circuitous route, for the side was steep
+enough to make it a matter for care, and in places the soil was boggy,
+and in others the rocky ground had broken and crumbled away, leaving
+sharp precipitous edges.</p>
+
+<p>When at last they reached the even space, there was no sign of a road to
+be seen. "It must be just over there," Elsie said, in some bewilderment.
+"Perhaps there's a bank at the side hiding it."</p>
+
+<p>"We've come down quite a different place to where we went up," said
+Duncan, slowly. "D'you think we're lost, Elsie?"</p>
+
+<p>"No, of course not," Elsie replied, confidently. "Come on, Duncan; the
+road can't be far off."</p>
+
+<p>Duncan followed without a word. He was beginning to feel a bit tired,
+and somehow he could not help giving a thought to the snug kitchen at
+home, with the little wooden arm-chair in which he was accustomed to sit
+when he was done up with running about. The sight of the cottage would
+have been far more welcome to him even than<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_71" id="Page_71">[Pg 71]</a></span> that of the unknown father
+they were seeking. But he kept his thoughts to himself.</p>
+
+<p>They found a roadway after a goodish bit of running hither and thither.
+Elsie had been wise enough to avoid the hills, for the day had clouded
+over and a chill breeze had sprung up. It was dull enough even here, far
+worse away among the steeps and hollows.</p>
+
+<p>"I don't think we shall get to London very soon," Duncan ventured to
+say, after a while. "There isn't any one to ask the way. Do you think
+we've got near the end of Scotland yet?"</p>
+
+<p>"We shan't get to London to-night," Elsie said, with the air of one who
+knew all about it. "Of course I knew that all along. We shall have to
+get a night's lodging, and go on to-morrow."</p>
+
+<p>"But who'll give it to us?" asked the practical Duncan. "There isn't any
+houses."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, well! we shall come to some," Elsie said.</p>
+
+<p>"Do you think I might take off my boots and stockings? they seem so
+heavy like," Duncan asked.</p>
+
+<p>"If you like to carry 'em," Elsie replied shortly. "We'll want 'em when
+we get to London. Hark! I can hear a cart coming."</p>
+
+<p>Yes, sure enough there was a sound of wheels, and presently there came
+into sight a man driving a small cart, drawn by a miserable,
+starved-looking horse, that shambled along with its head held down as if
+ready to drop. The cart was a dilapidated-looking affair, and the man
+who drove was well in keeping with his vehicle. He was clad in tattered
+garments, surmounted by an old sack, fastened together round his
+shoulders with a wooden skewer. His hair was coarse and matted, looking
+as if a comb had never made acquaintance with it, his face unmistakably
+emaciated, in spite of the dark hue it wore from constant exposure.</p>
+
+<p>As he gradually overtook them, Elsie stood by the roadside, and beckoned
+to him to stop.</p>
+
+<p>"How far are we from the houses?" she asked.</p>
+
+<p>The man scratched his head and stared for a few seconds, then he
+replied, "Don't know of none this side o' Killochrie."</p>
+
+<p>"How far is Killochrie?" Elsie asked.</p>
+
+<p>"Weel, seven miles and a bittock&mdash;so&mdash;more or less."</p>
+
+<p>Elsie stood still in perplexity. A Scottish mile is reckoned to be two
+English ones, and the bittock might mean anything&mdash;another Scottish mile
+or two, as the case might be. The prospect was not encouraging.</p>
+
+<p>"Isn't there any house at all?" Elsie asked.</p>
+
+<p>"Well, there's not to say a house&mdash;a croft or two an' a cottage. Where
+would you be going?"</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, to Killochrie, that's just where!" Elsie answered very quickly,
+with a glance at Duncan.</p>
+
+<p>"Ah, weel!" the man replied, waiting in stock silence for some one else
+to speak.</p>
+
+<p>"Can you tell us the time?" Elsie asked.</p>
+
+<p>"It might be five, or getting on to six, thereabouts," the man replied.</p>
+
+<p>So late, and a matter of fifteen miles about to the nearest
+resting-place! What was to be done?</p>
+
+<p>"Are you going to Killochrie?" Elsie asked suddenly.</p>
+
+<p>"Weel, noa, not that&mdash;along the road."</p>
+
+<p>"Would you mind our getting into the cart?"</p>
+
+<p>The man scratched his head again, and looked at her in silence. Elsie
+began to think he was a little daft. Presently he replied, "You maun sit
+on it, if you like."</p>
+
+<p>"On what?" Elsie asked sharply.</p>
+
+<p>"The fish," the man replied.</p>
+
+<p>Elsie and Duncan had both noticed a strange odour, which Elsie
+attributed to a stagnant pool of water near which they were standing.
+She now peered over the side of the cart, which was more like a lidless
+box on wheels than anything else, and she perceived that it was full of
+fish. The man occupied the only available sitting-place in front. What
+was to be done? Elsie looked all along the road. There was no sign of
+any other vehicle, not even a person to be seen. Their choice plainly
+lay between walking the whole distance or riding in the cart.</p>
+
+<p>"We are very tired," Elsie said, dubiously. "Shall we get in, Duncan?"</p>
+
+<p>Oh, how the vision of home rose up before Duncan's longing eyes! Mother
+would be at home now, just sitting down to tea, perhaps.</p>
+
+<p>"If you'd like to," he said, without much interest.</p>
+
+<p>"Ye might take the sack," the man said good-naturedly, unskewering it,
+and laying it down on top of the mass the cart contained. It was really
+a kind action, for Elsie noticed that the rags he wore had nothing of
+warmth about them, and the air was already tolerably sharp and keen.</p>
+
+<p>The children scrambled in on the top of the sack, and the man bent his
+energies to starting his old horse once more on his shambling trot.</p>
+
+<p>When the children had got a little bit accustomed to the cart Elsie
+opened her basket to get some bread, for they were ravenously hungry.
+Just then the man turned round; his eye lighted with a hungry, almost
+wolfish, glance on the sweet white bread and firm yellow cheese. "Will
+you have some?" Elsie asked, almost in fear, for he looked so fierce.</p>
+
+<p>In reply he stretched out his hand, greedily seized the remaining
+portion of their loaf which Elsie was just about to divide, and without
+a word of apology, devoured it like a hungry animal.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_72" id="Page_72">[Pg 72]</a></span></p>
+
+
+<h3>CHAPTER VII.&mdash;THE CROFTER'S COTTAGE.</h3>
+
+<p>So far as speed went, the children might as well have walked. The poor
+old horse, as miserable and starved-looking as his master, kept steadily
+on, with a sort of halting trot, varied every now and then by an awkward
+stumble, which was saved from being a fall by the man's prompt use of
+the reins.</p>
+
+<p>It seemed as if they were hours on the road. The murky atmosphere,
+obscured by storm-clouds, made the evening grow dark earlier than is
+usual in northern latitudes. The heavy rumbling of the wretched vehicle,
+the cramped position in which they were obliged to sit, the fatigue of a
+long day's walking without rest or refreshment, the dreariness of the
+road and chill aspect of the weather, combined to make this journey as
+miserable a one as it well could be. Yet it was only the very beginning
+of the troubles Elsie had brought upon herself and Duncan.</p>
+
+<p>She was not feeling in the best spirits just now, but she buoyed herself
+up by thinking of the future, and telling herself that every one who
+ever ran away from home had some adventures that seemed trying at the
+time, though they were quite interesting to hear of afterwards, and she
+tried to picture herself being put in a book as a heroine. And she was
+not in the least daunted, only inclined to feel very cross and snappish.</p>
+
+<p>Duncan sat huddled up in a corner, with a face that might have served
+for a Dutch doll, it was so blank and wooden. He was not the sort of boy
+to cry, but down in his heart there was a very forlorn feeling, which he
+would not like Elsie to have known anything about.</p>
+
+<p>Presently a drop of rain spattered on to Elsie's forehead&mdash;another, and
+another&mdash;and then, down it came in torrents. To Elsie's despair, the
+horse slackened his already slow pace, and finally stood still,
+trembling and snorting. They were on an open road, with not even a tree
+near by for shelter.</p>
+
+<p>"Why don't he go on?" Elsie cried out.</p>
+
+<p>"The rain blinds her. She can't see," the man replied.</p>
+
+<p>"Then why don't you lead her?" Elsie cried, in her peremptory fashion.</p>
+
+<p>Elsie was more inclined than ever to think that the man must be a little
+daft. He got down, and did as she had told him. It seemed as if he had
+not thought of it before. He was so dazed and muddle-headed, that he
+would have sat apathetically on his seat, waiting for the horse to go
+on, although he could certainly get no wetter than he was by walking.</p>
+
+<p>The rain had added the last drop to their cup of discomfort. The
+children were wet through in a very short time, and they were far better
+clad than the man.</p>
+
+<p>They went along in dismal procession, all reeking wet. It was now
+tolerably dark, and not a soul passed them. There was clearly nothing
+for it but to persuade the man to take them in at his cottage. Elsie
+began now to wonder what sort of a place so miserable-looking a creature
+lived in.</p>
+
+<p>During this latter part of their journey, Duncan, too, had been
+wondering where they would sleep; but it was no good asking, he said to
+himself, for if Elsie didn't know she couldn't tell him, and he supposed
+she'd find out some place as soon as she could.</p>
+
+<p>At last Elsie, straining her eyes through the gloom, could make out a
+twinkling light or two, and something like a cottage. The roadside was
+no longer open, but had the low stone walls so familiar to Scottish
+eyes. As they drew near Elsie could see that the tiny tenement was only
+some crofter's cottage, and that the walls enclosed his bit of land, not
+large enough to dignify with the name of farm. Then it suddenly dawned
+upon her that their friend of the cart was most likely one of these
+crofters, whose poverty and hardships she had often heard her mother and
+grandmother talk of.</p>
+
+<p>They stopped at last before another of these tiny hovels, much farther
+up the road. A faint light struggled through the small thick panes of
+glass of a window little more than a half-yard square. The door opened
+as they drew up, and a woman came out, talking very fast and shrilly in
+the native Gaelic, which the children had often heard spoken, but
+understood scarcely at all. Elsie could make out that she was scolding
+very much, but that was all. As she came near her eyes fell upon the two
+children. She stood still for a moment, her voluble speech checked by
+amazement and dismay.</p>
+
+<p>Elsie sprang out, and seized the moment. "We are wet through with the
+rain," she said; "and it is a long way yet to Killochrie. I have some
+pennies I will give you if you will let us stay to-night in your
+cottage."</p>
+
+<p>The woman stood eyeing her cautiously. So little as Elsie could see of
+her, she was not a pleasant-looking individual. She seemed to be a big
+bony creature, with loose locks of hair hanging about her face, and
+great bare arms held a-kimbo.</p>
+
+<p>"Show me the money," the woman said, holding out her hand greedily.</p>
+
+<p>Elsie hesitated, for the incident with the bread made her afraid of
+letting her whole stock be seen, but the rain was still pouring down,
+and a night's shelter must be secured somehow. She drew her handkerchief
+out of her pocket, and untying the knots, tried to slip a few pennies
+out, and keep the others unobserved among the folds.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_73" id="Page_73">[Pg 73]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 448px;">
+<img src="images/i021.jpg" width="448" height="500" alt="&quot;THE CHILDREN ... MADE THEIR WAY UP TO THE COTTAGE
+DOOR.&quot;" title="" />
+<span class="caption">&quot;THE CHILDREN ... MADE THEIR WAY UP TO THE COTTAGE
+DOOR.&quot;</span>
+</div>
+
+<p>But the woman watched her fumbling movements very narrowly, and suddenly
+made a dart at the handkerchief, chinking the copper coins together,
+with a rattle that betrayed them at once.</p>
+
+<p>"I will take care of them," the woman said, holding out her hand. "Go
+in, then&mdash;you can," she added, with a shrug of the shoulder which did
+not express a very warm welcome.</p>
+
+<p>However, there was nothing else to be done, so the children, Elsie
+leading Duncan by the hand, made their way up to the cottage door, while
+the woman went off with her husband to some unknown region, either to
+assist him with the horse, or, what was much more likely, to talk to him
+about the strange load he had brought home with him.</p>
+
+<p>Elsie thought she had never seen anything so horrible as the sight that
+greeted her when she pushed the door wide open, and stood on the
+threshold of the crofter's home.</p>
+
+<p>The tiny place was dirty in the extreme. The floor, which had been of
+boards, had rotted away in several places, showing the bare ground
+beneath. A broken rickety table and a few dilapidated chairs and stools
+were the only furniture, with the exception of an old clock standing
+against one of the walls. A shelf in one corner displayed a few odd
+pieces of coarse crockery, for the most part chipped and cracked, and
+some pieces of bread.</p>
+
+<p>Elsie perceiving a door, ventured to lift the latch and look in. It
+opened into a still smaller apartment, the principal part of which was
+occupied<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_74" id="Page_74">[Pg 74]</a></span> by something on the floor intended for a bed, where two
+children lay sleeping. The ceiling was very low, and had an open space
+at one end, with a ladder, which appeared to lead into a kind of loft,
+where onions seemed to be stored, by the odour coming from it. As far as
+she could discover, these comprised the whole accommodation of the
+crofter's cottage.</p>
+
+<p>While Elsie was wondering where they would have to sleep, the man and
+woman came in. Elsie had stripped off her soaking jacket, and was
+standing near the smoky peat fire, endeavouring to dry her wet skirts
+and feet. Poor Duncan had no outer coat to protect him, and was
+consequently wet to the very skin. He was standing in his shirt-sleeves,
+shivering, by Elsie's side.</p>
+
+<p>"What is your name?" the woman asked of Elsie, in the slow measured
+accents of one who speaks a language not perfectly familiar.</p>
+
+<p>"Our name is Grosvenor," Elsie said, with a warning glance at Duncan,
+which, however, the woman's quick eyes noted.</p>
+
+<p>"What for you are going to Killochrie by yourselves?"</p>
+
+<p>"Our mother is dead, and we are going to find our father," Elsie
+replied. "We were living with some one who was unkind to us."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, Elsie!" Duncan whispered, under his breath; but Elsie checked him
+peremptorily. Poor Duncan had never felt so wretched in his life before.</p>
+
+<p>"Where was that?" the woman asked.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh! a long way off," Elsie replied. "We've come miles and miles."</p>
+
+<p>"What you call the place you ran away from?" the woman asked, angrily.</p>
+
+<p>"It hadn't got any particular name," Elsie replied. "It was out on the
+moor."</p>
+
+<p>"You will know the way back?" the woman asked.</p>
+
+<p>"But I am not going back," Elsie said, defiantly. "We are going to
+Killochrie to-morrow morning."</p>
+
+<p>The woman only smiled grimly, and pointing to two stools, signified to
+the children that they might sit down.</p>
+
+<p>"Will you give us something to eat?" Elsie asked. "We are hungry&mdash;he
+took our bread and cheese."</p>
+
+<p>"Cheese?" the woman said, eagerly. "Where is it?"</p>
+
+<p>"He ate it," Elsie replied.</p>
+
+<p>"The pig! the greedy one!" the woman cried, angrily, as she reached down
+a plate of bread from the corner shelf.</p>
+
+<p>It was coarse and stale, but the children were too hungry to be
+disdainful. At home they would have scorned such a supper with infinite
+disgust, but now they ate it readily.</p>
+
+<p>Presently, however, the woman got some more plates, and taking the lid
+off an iron pot that stood beside the fire, she ladled out a mass of
+what proved to be boiled onions. Having served her husband and herself,
+she handed a small quantity to the children, which they found palatable
+and comfortable in their wet, cold condition.</p>
+
+<p>When this frugal meal was ended, she signed to them to follow her, and
+taking them into the next apartment, led the way up the ladder. They
+found themselves presently in a tiny loft, where all sorts of rubbish
+was stored, together with a stack of onions. The woman cleared a space
+by piling the things together in a more huddled mass than they were
+already, and bringing several sacks out of the confusion, threw them
+down on the floor to form a bed.</p>
+
+<p>"Is that where we are to sleep?" Elsie asked. "What are we to have over
+us?"</p>
+
+<p>The woman pointed to one of the sacks.</p>
+
+<p>"Look how wet my frock is!" Elsie cried, almost in despair. "Can't you
+give us something to put over us while our things are getting dry?"</p>
+
+<p>The woman went rummaging among the lumber, and presently brought out a
+ragged, old gown of her own. Elsie took it from her almost with a
+shudder of loathing.</p>
+
+<p>She took off her sopping frock, and gave it to the woman to hang up.
+Then she rolled Robbie up in one of the sacks as well as she could, and
+spread another for him to lie down upon, leaving herself one sack to
+serve as a bed, and only the old rags the woman had given her for a
+covering.</p>
+
+<p>They lay down, not in the highest possible spirits. Elsie was so angry
+at being robbed of her food and of her money, that she dwelt more upon
+this grievance than the wretched discomfort they were enduring, until
+she heard a faint sound of sobbing emerging from the sack in which
+Duncan was encased.</p>
+
+<p>That sound smote her with an uncomfortable sense of reproach. "Never
+mind, dear," she whispered softly; "it'll be all right to-morrow. Get to
+sleep and forget it."</p>
+
+<p>"If it were not for being poked up in this loft, I'd slip out, without
+bidding them 'good-bye,' as soon as it is light to-morrow morning,"
+Elsie said to herself, with an uneasy reflection of what disagreeable
+greedy people they seemed to be. "Any way, we won't stay a minute longer
+than we're obliged."</p>
+
+<p>Fortunately for Elsie, she had no idea how long that was to be. Nance
+Ferguson knew what she was doing, and why she had put them up in the
+loft.</p>
+
+<h4>(<i>To be continued.</i>)</h4>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_75" id="Page_75">[Pg 75]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="HINTS_ON_CANVASINE_PAINTING" id="HINTS_ON_CANVASINE_PAINTING"></a>HINTS ON CANVASINE PAINTING.</h2>
+
+
+<p>This is the art of colouring a photograph so as to imitate an
+oil-painting. Although we know that no imitation of this kind can ever
+reach the perfection of the real article, yet we can obtain very fair
+copies. The work, when well done, is really pretty, and it makes a good
+show on the walls. It is not at all difficult, and those who have a
+slight knowledge of painting can easily accomplish some creditable
+pieces that they will enjoy seeing in their rooms, and that their
+friends will consider welcome presents. The colours are unobjectionable
+as regards smell, for they have none, and the work is clean, and can be
+rapidly done.</p>
+
+<p>The choice of the photograph is of importance, for it must be a good
+one, and suitable for the purpose. Those taken from the pictures in the
+Munich, Dresden, and Italian galleries will be found best to select
+from. The outlines of the subject should be well defined, and the whole
+photograph clear and distinct. It is advisable to begin on figure
+subjects, as they are easiest, and certainly the most effective. The
+picture should not contain many figures, or they must necessarily in
+that case be small, and some difficulty will, in consequence, be met
+with in colouring them. Young amateurs seem to think that small pieces
+are more within their province: they are afraid to attempt a larger
+size, but we assure them this is a fallacy. Minute details require great
+care, and it is more awkward to get small washes level than larger ones.</p>
+
+<p>The first thing to be done is to buy our materials, and these we can get
+all neatly arranged in a box. The colours are: two flesh tints, light
+and golden yellow, vermilion and carmine, blue, violet, purple, light
+and wood brown, green, and black. All the colours are dry, except black;
+and ordinary Chinese white is used, as there is no white specially made
+for canvasine.</p>
+
+<p>There are two bottles of medium, one adhesive and one preservative.
+Camel's-hair brushes of various sizes, canvas and stretchers, a roller,
+and a squeegee, or presser, are also requisite.</p>
+
+<p>Having all our materials at hand, let us set to work. The stretcher has
+been bought to suit the size of the photograph, but probably the latter
+will have to be cut a little round the edges, to make it just about an
+eighth of an inch smaller than the former. Take some of the prepared
+canvas, and cut it an inch and a half larger than the photo; wet it
+thoroughly, and fasten it to a board with drawing-pins, the prepared
+side uppermost. The back of the photo will require to be rubbed with
+glass-paper, if it is a thick one; not otherwise, for fear of making
+holes in it. To manage this carefully is important.</p>
+
+<p>A sheet of clean paper should be laid on a drawing-board, and the photo
+placed on it face downwards, and firmly secured with drawing-pins. Now
+rub it gently with the glass-paper, until the picture is rendered
+semi-transparent. Then take it from the board, and give it a bath in the
+solution. Lay it in a dish, and cover it entirely with the solution,
+letting it remain there for a few minutes; lift it out, and again lay it
+on the board face downwards, and with a small sponge dab off any
+superfluity of liquid. Pour that which is left in the dish back into the
+bottle.</p>
+
+<p>The bottle of canvasine adhesive is next needed. With a brush well
+filled with it, lay a thick coating all over the back of the photo as
+evenly as possible, then take up the picture, and place it in exact
+position on the canvas which is stretched on the board, and now the face
+must be uppermost. Notice particularly that the photo lies straight with
+the threads of canvas; if it is crookedly placed it cannot be expected
+to look well; the perpendicular and horizontal threads should run
+perfectly level with the top and bottom and sides of the picture. Press
+down the photo with the hand, and then slightly roll it out.</p>
+
+<p>Take another piece of canvas of the same size as the first: this has now
+to be pressed thoroughly, the roller being passed in every direction
+over the surface. Continue rolling it for five minutes or more, so that
+the canvas lines become indented in the paper and are distinctly
+visible. Watch it constantly during the process, and if it does not
+adhere quite firmly to the stretched canvas, put a little more adhesive
+solution round the edges, and pass the presser quickly up and down over
+the photo, still with the spare canvas between, to rid it of all
+air-bubbles; then repeat the rolling.</p>
+
+<p>Not until every part of the photo adheres, and all the canvas lines are
+clearly marked, must the process of rolling be discontinued. After this,
+the photo must be allowed to dry gradually, still stretched on the
+board. No painting must be attempted until it is quite dry, which it
+will be in about three hours. Some prefer to paint it when it is so far
+prepared, and afterwards to fix it on the stretcher; others consider the
+better plan is to fix it first on the wooden stretcher and then to paint
+it; but this is a matter of choice, and workers may follow either plan
+with equal chances of success.</p>
+
+<p>To stretch it, we must proceed in the following<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_76" id="Page_76">[Pg 76]</a></span> manner. Lay the canvas
+evenly on the frame and nail it over the back; when all four sides are
+thus secured, take the wedges, and hammer them into the holes made
+purposely for them until the canvas is sufficiently stretched. Be
+careful to place the board in a good light for painting; it takes much
+longer to do, and cannot be done half as well either, if the worker sits
+so that the shadow of her hand falls on the picture. A piece of clean
+writing-paper to place at times under the hand to prevent finger-marks
+may be found useful.</p>
+
+<p>Now for the painting. We will begin with the face. In colouring
+photographs, the paints have to be constantly washed off, and it is a
+well-known fact that nothing does this so well as the tongue, because it
+acts on the photo so as to remove all grease better than anything else
+will: but some people will perhaps be somewhat afraid thus to wet the
+surface, on account of the nature of the paints. The tongue may,
+however, be used at any rate for the flesh parts, and a small wet sponge
+can be employed for the rest of the picture. Wet the complexion over
+with the tongue, then wash in the shadows with some flesh shadow
+mixture, to which a little canvasine medium and water have been added,
+and wipe it off again at once. Pay attention to the shadows that they
+are of the right tints: for fair children they will be of a slightly
+blue hue; for dark complexions a little wood brown must be added to the
+shadow colour. Now lay over the complexion a wash of flesh-tint No. 1,
+and wipe it off again directly; repeat the wash as often as necessary
+until a good colour is obtained. Sometimes as many as six applications
+are needed; the great point is to get a good even layer of colour. In
+rendering dark complexions, a trifle of wood brown may be added to flesh
+No. 2, and this will give the requisite depth of colour. Put in the warm
+complexion-tints with flesh No. 2. Place a drop of it, modified with No.
+1, over the whole cheek, and wipe it off again immediately. Repeat until
+the right strength of colour is secured; deepen the tint as it nears the
+centre of the cheek, so as to preserve the rounded appearance that is
+one of the greatest charms that youth and beauty possess. Strengthen the
+shadows under eyes and eyebrows, round the nostrils, and on the chin.</p>
+
+<p>Mixtures of blue and brown, and of green and brown, serve for the
+demi-tints which soften the deep shadows by gentle gradations into the
+local colouring. The tints may be effectually blended into one another
+by an occasional wash of flesh No. 1 being carried over the whole.</p>
+
+<p>Between each operation the colour must be dabbed off as soon as it has
+had time to sink into the photograph; it must not in any case be
+allowed to rest long, or the wash will dry spotty, and when that
+happens it is exceedingly difficult to remedy. The draperies are washed
+in before the details of the face are begun, as when the latter are
+painted the colours must not be wiped off afterwards; they are not
+treated in the same way as the washes, but more as finishing-touches.</p>
+
+<p>Draperies and backgrounds are laid in with a full brush in broad washes,
+the photograph being first damped slightly with canvasine medium; the
+colours are laid on freely with decisive strokes, and sponged off, the
+washes being continued until the tint is dark enough. Skies may be
+represented with blue tinged with green, and when dry, some light clouds
+may be dabbled in with Chinese white.</p>
+
+<p>Now we return to the face. With flesh No. 2 touch in the lips carefully,
+and shade the tint off gently, for they must on no account look hard;
+also mark in the nostrils with a little of the same, but now the colour
+must not be washed off. For the eyes, use blue, brown, or grey, as
+requisite; grey is composed of a mixture of blue and brown. The pupil of
+the eye is put in with black, and the light with a touch of Chinese
+white. In the corner of the eye a trifle of flesh No. 2 will be needed.
+The eyebrows should be rather darker in colour than the hair, but they
+must not be too heavily painted; the best plan is to wash them in with a
+lighter tint first, working them up afterwards with a fine brush and
+almost dry colour of a darker shade. The eyelashes, too, must be washed
+in along the eyelid, and then a few hairs marked out with the point of
+the brush. It would never do to put them in entirely in thin fine
+strokes, for they would be sure to look hard. A little blue added to
+brown will make a tint dark enough for most purposes, and the use of
+black should be avoided whenever possible.</p>
+
+<p>The hair will need our next consideration. For fair hair, golden brown
+must be employed; it is applied in washes, wiped off as before, and
+repeated until the desired depth of local colouring is obtained; the
+shadows are worked in with light brown, the lights with a little Chinese
+white. For dark hair, use wood-brown and sienna; and the darkest hair
+may be rendered with washes of blue, which must be applied before the
+sienna, with Chinese white used freely for the lights. Colour which has
+once been allowed to sink in cannot be removed, therefore we must be
+careful not to use a wrong one, or even too dark a shade. Then, again,
+colours dry darker than they appear when first laid on, so we must take
+the precaution to make our washes lighter than we intend them to be when
+finished.</p>
+
+<p>Beautiful tints can be produced by the admixture of the colours, and
+charming effects by the juxtaposition of colours that form an agreeable
+contrast.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 550px;">
+<img src="images/i031.jpg" width="550" height="231" alt="&quot;A FOX AND OTHER COUNTRY FOLK UPON THE BEACH HAD MET.&quot;" title="" />
+<span class="caption">&quot;A FOX AND OTHER COUNTRY FOLK UPON THE BEACH HAD MET.&quot;</span>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_77" id="Page_77">[Pg 77]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="A_RACE_ON_THE_SANDS" id="A_RACE_ON_THE_SANDS"></a>A RACE ON THE SANDS.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">One cool and pleasant afternoon,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Before the sun was set,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A fox and other country folk<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Upon the beach had met.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The creeping tide far out had ebb'd,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And by the shelving strand<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There stretch'd a wide and level plain<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Of glist'ning yellow sand.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The hare, the hound, the neighing steed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The lowing ox, the deer,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The sheep, the hog, the braying ass,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The sea-gulls hovering near,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With groups of various birds and beasts,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Of sorts both tall and scrimp,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Were gather'd there upon the sands;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And thither came a shrimp.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Now Reynard, who was eager bent<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Upon some cunning wile,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Did boldly challenge any beast<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To race with him a mile.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But when nor horse, nor hare, nor hound<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">His challenge would receive,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Up started Shrimp, and cried, "Good sir,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To race you give me leave."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">A burst of merriment then brake<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">From all the beasts around,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The westward-sinking sun did smile,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Though he utter'd not a sound.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then out spoke Reynard, red with rage,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"Thou mak'st a mocking boast!"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But near him whisper'd Master Hare,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"Forget not how I lost."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The race anon was quickly plann'd,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Eftsoons a judge was nam'd,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And Fox and Shrimp quite ready stood,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Though Shrimp seem'd half-asham'd.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And now they start, one, two, away!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">See, Reynard darts ahead,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Unconscious that sly Shrimp had jump'd<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Upon his tail outspread.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">There snug he lay, so close and warm,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">While Reynard tore apace,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And laugh'd, as only shrimps can laugh,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In his comfortable place.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">At length, as Reynard near'd the goal,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He slowly slacken'd speed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And stopping, ere he touch'd the post,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He turn'd&mdash;he did indeed.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then off hopp'd Shrimp, and stood at once<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Up at the winning-place;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">While Reynard still look'd back and cried,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"How now, who wins the race!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where are you, villain? where are you?<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Not e'en in sight, I trow!"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Nay, pardon, sir," behind him cried<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That sly Shrimp with a bow.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then Reynard, all abash'd, did stare<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To find himself outdone!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">While the jeering crowd, in high delight,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Went wild at all the fun.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But Reynard could not bear their gibes:<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He slunk in haste away;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nor ever guess'd how Shrimp contriv'd<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To win the race that day.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_78" id="Page_78">[Pg 78]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="THE_KING_AND_QUEENS_QUARREL" id="THE_KING_AND_QUEENS_QUARREL"></a>THE KING AND QUEEN'S QUARREL.</h2>
+
+<h3>(NARRATED BY A DOLL).</h3>
+
+
+<p>I was very pleased indeed, when I first came into the world, to find
+that I was to become the property of a King and Queen. I had seen a
+great deal of life through my shop-window, and had come to the
+conclusion that I was formed for high society. So therefore, when my new
+mistress said to me, "Dolly, I am the Queen to-day, and Bertie is the
+King," I was not at all surprised, but held myself as firmly as before.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 411px;">
+<img src="images/i035.jpg" width="411" height="500" alt="&quot;THE KING AND QUEEN SAT TOGETHER.&quot;" title="" />
+<span class="caption">&quot;THE KING AND QUEEN SAT TOGETHER.&quot;</span>
+</div>
+
+<p>The King and Queen sat together on one chair, which I suppose is the
+constant habit of Kings and Queens. They were both very nice and neat,
+for the nurse had just brushed their hair. The Queen was four years old,
+and the King was six. And they were both the very prettiest children you
+could see.</p>
+
+<p>The little Queen had a blue print frock, and a little round face. She
+had pretty shy eyes that looked out from beneath a shock of curly hair.
+The little King was very pretty too. And he liked to play with dolls,
+which I always think is a nice trait of character in a boy.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, what a lovely doll!" cried the Queen, when she first saw me. I may
+repeat it without vanity, for I suppose it was true. Anyway it is
+exactly what everybody said the moment they set eyes on me. People
+always praise dolls to their faces, and that is what makes us look so
+conceited. Even when we are old, and battered, and worn-out we still
+preserve a somewhat conceited air&mdash;we still look pleased and proud of
+ourselves so long as there is one little child who loves us, and who
+thinks us pretty still.</p>
+
+<p>The King and Queen sat down together on their throne, and were as happy
+as happy could be. The little Queen's feet dangled a good way off the
+ground, but she did not mind that in the least. She put one chubby arm
+round her brother to keep her quite firm, and the other arm was round
+me.</p>
+
+<p>When a nice little fat, dimpled arm holds me tightly against a loving
+heart, I feel very pleased and happy. If I were a pussy-cat I should
+purr, for I feel that I am in my right place.</p>
+
+<p>"Now I am King and you are Queen," said the little boy; "and everybody
+that comes in must bow to us."</p>
+
+<p>"Dolly shall be the Princess," said the little girl, in a voice like
+that of a cooing dove.</p>
+
+<p>"Her name must be Sophonisba," said the little boy gravely. "That sounds
+something like a Princess."</p>
+
+<p>"Topanithba," repeated the little girl, very much pleased; and she
+pressed me close to her heart.</p>
+
+<p>Suddenly a cloud passed over the face of the little boy. He looked at me
+hard for a minute, and then he spoke.</p>
+
+<p>"No, that won't do at all," he said; "I am an old French King, and we're
+under the old Salic law. She mustn't be a Princess, or she'll never come
+to the throne. We must pretend she is a Prince, and we'll call her
+Jack."</p>
+
+<p>You should have seen the little girl's face at this. All the dimples
+went out of it, and she looked quite frightened.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, don't call her Jack, dear," she cried; "it's so ugly. And I'd
+rather she was a Princess."</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 498px;">
+<img src="images/i036.jpg" width="498" height="500" alt="&quot;HE TURNED HIS BACK TO HER&quot; (p. 79)." title="" />
+<span class="caption">&quot;HE TURNED HIS BACK TO HER&quot; (p. <a href="#Page_79">79</a>).</span>
+</div>
+
+<p>"Then she'll never come to the throne," said the boy solemnly. "I read
+it lately in my history."</p>
+
+<p>Here the little girl looked much inclined to cry.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_79" id="Page_79">[Pg 79]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"Oh, don't say she won't come to the throne!" she cried piteously. "I
+like my Princess Sophonisba so much."</p>
+
+<p>"She'll never come to the throne," said the King, laying down the law
+with his fore-finger; "a Princess is no good at all. She's a stupid."</p>
+
+<p>"Well, she shan't be called Jack," said the Queen, plucking up a little
+spirit.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 389px;">
+<img src="images/i037.jpg" width="389" height="500" alt="&quot;IN A MOMENT SHE WAS UPON A CHAIR&quot; (p. 81)." title="" />
+<span class="caption">&quot;IN A MOMENT SHE WAS UPON A CHAIR&quot; (p. <a href="#Page_81">81</a>).</span>
+</div>
+
+<p>"Then I shan't play," said the little King, at once jumping down off the
+chair.</p>
+
+<p>The little Queen put her finger in her mouth, and looked as if she did
+not quite know what to do. She did not care to play without Bertie, but
+she wanted to have her own way. She glanced at Bertie out of the corner
+of her eye. He turned his back to her directly, and would not look her
+in the face. Yes, there was no doubt about it&mdash;she could tell it from
+the look of his shoulders&mdash;Bertie was in the sulks.</p>
+
+<p>All their play was spoilt. The throne was deserted, the sceptre laid
+down. They did not care to be King or Queen by themselves.</p>
+
+<p>"I shall go down to mamma, then," said the Queen, and she put me down on
+the chair, and went off.</p>
+
+<p>For some time Bertie stood in the corner, looking very cross. Then he
+looked round, and began wondering when May would come back. Next he
+commenced to cry.</p>
+
+<p>"Naughty girl! naughty girl! I don't want her to come back!" and he took
+a piece of string out of his pocket, and kept slashing it against his
+sleeve as he spoke.</p>
+
+<p>Suddenly, in the midst of his temper, he caught sight of me.</p>
+
+<p>"Nasty doll!" he cried; "we should never have quarrelled if it hadn't
+been for you! You shall be a boy," he added, sternly; "for I'll cut all
+your hair off!"</p>
+
+<p>A shudder went through me. Unfortunately the nursery scissors were lying
+on the table&mdash;he took them up, and in a minute it was done. Clip, clip,
+went the scissors, as if they were pleased, and nearly the whole of my
+flaxen curls lay scattered on the floor. How I looked I don't know, but
+I think Bertie was a little frightened when he saw what he had done. I
+don't think he was anxious for his sister to see me, so he jumped up on
+the fender and put me on top of the mantel-piece.</p>
+
+<p>Here I lay, with my feet dangling down off the side, about as
+uncomfortable as a doll could be. Nearly all my hair was cut short, my
+hat had fallen off in the fray, and I found myself in a position of much
+discomfort, and even danger. I could see nothing that went on in the
+room, and the heat of the stove was fast melting my beautiful
+complexion. I tried to look like a Princess, but it was hard.</p>
+
+<p>The nursery-door opened, and the little girl came back. In a minute she
+ran up to the chair where she had left me, and then looked at her
+brother.</p>
+
+<p>"Where's dolly?" she cried, and she looked anxiously round.</p>
+
+<p>"I shan't tell you," said Bertie, beginning to look frightened.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, dolly, dolly; where is my dolly?" cried the little girl, and how I
+longed for a voice that could answer her. I could hear her going all
+round the room, pulling open drawers and cupboards, and hunting for me,
+but I never said a word.</p>
+
+<p>Suddenly I heard a cry. She had come to the hearth-rug, where lay the
+scissors, and nearly all my beautiful flaxen curls on the floor.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 480px;">
+<img src="images/i038.jpg" width="480" height="500" alt="&quot;SO THEY MADE IT UP&quot; (p. 81)." title="" />
+<span class="caption">&quot;SO THEY MADE IT UP&quot; (p. <a href="#Page_81">81</a>).</span>
+</div>
+
+<p>"Oh, my dear dolly! my dear dolly! He's cut off her hair. Oh, you cruel
+boy!" cried the little Queen, and she sat down and cried as if her heart
+would break. Then she glanced up, and caught sight of where I lay,
+placidly reposing on the mantel-piece with my eyes turned up to the
+ceiling. In a moment she was upon a chair, and ready to fetch me down,
+when what with the chair being unsteady, and her eyes being full of
+tears, the chair slipped beneath her, and down she fell on the floor.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_80" id="Page_80">[Pg 80]</a></span></p>
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 366px;">
+<img src="images/i039.jpg" width="366" height="500" alt="THE DISCONTENTED KINGFISHER. (See p. 81.)" title="" />
+<span class="caption">THE DISCONTENTED KINGFISHER. (See p. <a href="#Page_81">81</a>.)</span>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_81" id="Page_81">[Pg 81]</a></span></p>
+<p>Poor little Queen, she was in a very bad way! Her head fell against the
+fender, and hurt her very much, she sobbed and cried both with the
+fright and the pain. Nurse came running up, and took her on her knee,
+and it was a long time before she could console her.</p>
+
+<p>"My dolly, my dolly!" she cried between her tears, and the nurse took me
+down from the mantel-piece, and gave me to her. How she did cry over me!
+I felt dreadfully vexed, because tears are fatal to my complexion.</p>
+
+<p>Bertie stood looking on frightened, and came up to look at his sister.</p>
+
+<p>"Go away, you naughty boy," cried nurse; "it's all your doing, and your
+sister will make herself ill with crying."</p>
+
+<p>When my little Queen heard Bertie being blamed she grew very quiet all
+at once. She gave her eyes a final wipe with her handkerchief, and she
+got off nurse's knee, and turned to Bertie. Bertie was crying too, and
+he had gone quite white with the fright that he got when he saw little
+May fall down.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, May, I am so sorry, dear," he said; "will you kiss me, dear, and
+make it up? Do, please."</p>
+
+<p>No need to ask the little Queen twice; she threw her little arms round
+Bertie.</p>
+
+<p>"I am so sorry, May," he said; "I didn't know you would have cared so
+much."</p>
+
+<p>"Never mind, Bertie, dear," said the little Queen gently; and she tried
+to look cheerful, though I knew she was grieved to the heart. "Perhaps
+it's almost for the best," she whispered, softly; "for now she can be
+Prince or Princess, just whichever you like."</p>
+
+<p>So they made it up, and cried and laughed again, as is the way with
+these inferior mortals. I had remained calm all the time, which is the
+correct frame of mind in which a doll should take all vicissitudes of
+fortune, but the poor little Queen had cried till she had washed nearly
+all the colour off my face.</p>
+
+<p>I lived with the children for a long time after this, but I never saw
+them quarrel again. I took my part in many a game, and was sometimes a
+Princess to please the Queen, and sometimes a Prince because the King
+liked it best. I have even been dressed up as the Lord Chamberlain
+before now, and sometimes I have taken the part of the scullery-maid.
+But neither the King nor the Queen nor I have ever lost our temper
+again, and I flatter myself whatever part I have taken I have borne
+myself with dignity.</p>
+
+<p class="right"><span class="smcap">Lucie Cobbe.</span></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+
+<h2><a name="THE_KINGFISHER_AND_THE_FISHES" id="THE_KINGFISHER_AND_THE_FISHES"></a>THE KINGFISHER AND THE FISHES.</h2>
+
+<p>A Kingfisher sat on the edge of a boat that a young man had prepared for
+a fishing expedition. A box of bait and a bucket to hold the fish were
+on one of the benches, whilst a fishing-rod lay across the boat, and its
+long line had a float at the end of it.</p>
+
+<p>"What a shame it is!" said the Kingfisher, casting his eye upon the
+float. "Why should this man be taking fish from this part of the river,
+close by the spot where I have built my nest? And what a preparation he
+has made! Hooks, and all kinds of cruelty are known to him. I should be
+very sorry to be a man with such a love for killing."</p>
+
+<p>And the Kingfisher shook his head gravely, and looked into the water.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes," said he, "fish are moving towards that decoy. What a number of
+them! I may as well make a pounce myself. Since the man has put it
+there, why shouldn't I take advantage of it."</p>
+
+<p>So saying he gently rose and spread out his wings as softly as he could,
+but the movement scared the watchful fishes, who swam rapidly away
+towards the river-bank, whither the Kingfisher pursued them, perching on
+the bough of a tree and making a dart from it. He had almost succeeded
+in capturing one, but it escaped him. And then an old fish popping up
+her head for a minute said&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>"People are very ready to condemn others for doing what they are
+constantly doing themselves. Here are you trying to catch us yourself
+and yet professing to be very angry with those who are wishing to do the
+same."</p>
+
+<p>Thus saying she disappeared, leaving the Kingfisher to moralise upon her
+speech.</p>
+
+<p>This he did, observing&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>"There is something in what the fish says, and yet there's a difference
+between me and the young gentleman to whom the boat belongs. I am
+getting food for my family, whilst he is only amusing himself with
+angling for the fishes. His killing is sport, mine is necessity."</p>
+
+<p class="right">
+G.
+</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_82" id="Page_82">[Pg 82]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="OUR_SUNDAY_AFTERNOONS" id="OUR_SUNDAY_AFTERNOONS"></a>OUR SUNDAY AFTERNOONS.</h2>
+
+<h3>THE DREAM OF THE BARLEY CAKE.</h3>
+
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;">
+<img src="images/i046.jpg" width="400" height="303" alt="VIEW OF GAZA." title="" />
+<span class="caption">VIEW OF GAZA.</span>
+</div>
+
+<p>The Israelites were wild with terror. With blanched faces and starting
+eyes, they gazed upon one another in unspeakable agony, unable to ask
+the question which was pressing so heavily upon each heart&mdash;What would
+the end be?</p>
+
+<p>They had seen locusts coming in the distance, in swarms so dense as to
+darken the sky, more effectually than thickest, blackest clouds. They
+had watched them settle down on tree, bush, bright green meadow, and
+fields of waving corn. And they had trembled. For they knew that in an
+incredibly short time not a vestige of anything green would be left. For
+a swarm of locusts to visit the land they had thought one of the direst
+calamities that could come upon them. But now invaders as numerous and
+far more terrible had made their appearance.</p>
+
+<p>Crossing the Jordan by the ford near Bethshean, and pouring, like a
+torrent of infuriated waters, through the Valley of Jezreel, properly so
+called, which was the central of the three eastern arms of the great
+Plain of Esdraelon, had come vast hordes of Midianites, Amalekites, and
+other children of the East, true sons of the desert, who, like the Arabs
+of the present day, lived by plunder.</p>
+
+<p>Foremost amongst them rode their two great sheiks, or kings, whose
+haughty and lofty bearing bespoke their rank, and the obedience and
+submission which they were accustomed to receive. They were mounted on
+the finest of dromedaries, which seemed proud to carry their royal
+masters. Over the gay scarlet cloaks in which they were attired they
+wore chains of gold, with large drops, probably set with pearls; and
+their many moon-shaped ornaments and long bright spears glittered in the
+sunshine, as they rode proudly along.</p>
+
+<p>By their side, and also mounted on dromedaries, and with long sharp
+spears dangling over their shoulders, rode two subordinate sheiks, or
+"princes," the dark complexion and jet black hair of the one having
+given him the name of Oreb, or the raven, whilst the fierce countenance
+of the other had gained for him the title of Zeeb, or the wolf.
+Thousands upon thousands of men followed them, with ruthless faces
+dreadful to behold.</p>
+
+<p>On and on they went, through the Valley of Jezreel, across the smiling
+Plain of Esdraelon, along the banks of the Kishon, and into the fertile
+Plain of Akka, which lies round the Bay of Acre, and extends northwards
+for some distance along the shores of the Mediterranean Sea.</p>
+
+<p>Their object was not to conquer, only to plunder. But what terrible
+ravages they made! Better, far better, if the most dreaded cloud of
+locusts that had ever been known had come, and devoured all before them!
+A few days, and the destructive insects would have disappeared; but as
+for these heartless plunderers, when would their wild depredations
+cease?</p>
+
+<p>Before they entered the Plain of Esdraelon, fields of precious corn
+nodded in the breeze, and long grasses waved to and fro. Oxen, sheep,
+and asses grazed peacefully in rich green pastures; and the busy hum of
+populous cities and thriving villages might be heard afar. But as they
+went along, they destroyed or seized all that came in their way. The
+animals were slaughtered, the corn was reaped, and the green grass was
+trampled down by myriads of camels.</p>
+
+<p>The inhabitants of the villages, and even of the walled cities, fled at
+their approach, leaving, in their hurry, all their goods behind them,
+and their homes, that had been so happy, were ransacked.</p>
+
+<p>Never before had the verdant plains presented so desolate an appearance;
+and not an Israelite dared tarry behind to witness the destruction.</p>
+
+<p>The scared Israelites fled to the mountains, there taking refuge in the
+holes or caves that were ready for them, or hewing out, in the hard
+rock, rough chambers in which to hide.</p>
+
+<p>And still the mighty host went on; and still they were followed by fresh
+hordes as mighty and as reckless, till there seemed to be no end of them
+and their camels.</p>
+
+<p>Killing, plundering, laying waste, as they poured along, they left the
+land a sorrowful wreck behind them, and having utterly spoiled the plain
+of Akka, they turned southwards, and continued their march as far as
+Gaza, the southern limit of the territory of Israel.</p>
+
+<p>God was surely punishing them for their sins, the Israelites rightly
+thought; and they began to call<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_83" id="Page_83">[Pg 83]</a></span> to mind how they had forsaken His ways,
+and grieved Him with the blackness of their sins. What must become of
+them they scarcely dared think, as they huddled together in the dark
+holes in the rocks, their sunken-eyed wives wringing their hands in
+despair, and their hungry children crying for bread. No one would ever
+be able to drive out the terrible invaders. Not the boldest man in all
+Israel dared face them. Unopposed, they would continue their ravages;
+and the land that had flowed with milk and honey would soon be one vast
+ruin.</p>
+
+<p>The wild men of the desert spread their black tents over the land, and
+for multitude they could only be compared to the sands of the sea-shore,
+or uncountable myriads of locusts.</p>
+
+<p>All the Israelites together would but be as a handful, compared with the
+wild Arabs; and how could they hope ever to drive them out?</p>
+
+<p>"O Israel, trust thou in the Lord: He is their help and their shield!"
+When the human arm fails, there is help in the Lord Jehovah; and He can
+drive out the most dreaded foe.</p>
+
+<p>A solitary man, who was of the tribe of Manasseh, and who had got his
+name of Gideon, or <i>the hewer</i>, from his stature and his great strength,
+was threshing wheat by a winepress in Ophrah. His father had had a large
+farm, with smiling cornfields and sunny meadows; and Gideon had seen the
+day when he had ploughed with his yoked oxen, and when his patient
+animals had trodden out for him heaps of precious corn, and there was no
+sign of lack to any. But now, what a change had come! Instead of
+well-stored barns, he had only a little wheat, which he had contrived to
+conceal from the Arab invaders; and, instead of its being trodden out by
+plump oxen, he was glad to beat it with a stick, not possessing even the
+poor man's flail, and hiding in a winepress, where no one would expect
+to find him.</p>
+
+<p>Striking only gentle blows lest he should be discovered, and sorrowfully
+contrasting the present with the past, his heart sank within him, when
+raising his head he was startled to find that he was no longer alone.</p>
+
+<p>Close beside him, under an oak-tree, sat One who appeared to be a
+traveller resting, with his staff lying beside him. He was, however, no
+traveller, but that wondrous Being who in the Old Testament is so often
+called the <i>Angel of the Lord</i>; and He had come to the help of Israel.</p>
+
+<p>"The Lord be with thee, thou mighty man of valour," he said, addressing
+Gideon. But Gideon's sad heart gave no responsive throb. Tall and
+powerful as he was, and strong as was his arm, he felt as he thought of
+the fierce Arab sheiks but like a puny dwarf, who must sit down
+helplessly and suffer.</p>
+
+<p>"Thou shalt go in this thy might that I have sent thee," the heavenly
+visitant continued; "and thou shalt save Israel from the Midianites."</p>
+
+<p>"But, my lord," remonstrated Gideon, in conscious weakness and deep
+humility, "how shall I ever be able to save Israel? I but belong to the
+tribe of Manasseh, that has never taken the lead amongst the Twelve, and
+even of my father's family I am not an important member."</p>
+
+<p>Gideon thought that to overcome the terrible invader God must needs
+raise up some tall giant, big as Og, the King of Bashan. But he was soon
+to learn that the weak things of this world are used to confound the
+mighty.</p>
+
+<p>"<i>I</i> will be with thee," the Angel of the Lord said, "and thou shalt
+smite the hosts of Midian as one man."</p>
+
+<p>The wondrous Being, in His great condescension, gave Gideon a sign that
+He would fulfil His word, and by his hands save Israel from the dreaded
+foe. He touched with his staff the rock on which Gideon had placed his
+offering; and fire came out and consumed both the flesh and the sweet
+cakes, and then He disappeared.</p>
+
+<p>Then Gideon blew his trumpet, and the Israelites came out of their
+holes, and rallied round him in great numbers. But still his heart
+failed; for he could not recall his truant thoughts from the wolf-like
+Arab chiefs, nor help contrasting his half-starved men who had suffered
+so long from cruel oppression and famine with their strong sons of the
+desert.</p>
+
+<p>In his self-distrust he asked for two signs more, and God gave them to
+him. First, a fleece of wool was saturated in the night with dew while
+the ground all around was dry; and the next night the fleece was dry
+while the ground was wet.</p>
+
+<p>Thus re-assured, Gideon assembled his followers for the battle; but by
+God's directions their number was reduced to only three hundred.</p>
+
+<p>"By these three hundred men," God said, "will I save Israel, and deliver
+the Midianites into thine hands."</p>
+
+<p>Gideon encamped, with his three hundred men, by the spring of Jezreel,
+on the slope of Mount Gilboa; while, on the north side of the valley,
+but farther down the descent to the Jordan, was drawn up the host of
+Midian.</p>
+
+<p>From the height on which he stood Gideon could see the Midianites below,
+spread over the land like countless grasshoppers. Only three hundred
+weak men to face the wild Arabs with whom the valley was teeming! Would
+his little handful of followers indeed be able to<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_84" id="Page_84">[Pg 84]</a></span> overcome them? he
+wondered within himself. For though he believed God, who had brought
+Israel through the Red Sea, still deep down in his heart, and
+unexpressed, was a misgiving. And God, who does not scorn the littleness
+of a sincere man's faith, but rather tries to increase it, gave him,
+unasked and unexpected, another sign.</p>
+
+<p>"Go down to the host," God said to him in the night; "for I have
+delivered it into thine hand. But, if thou art afraid, go down first
+with Phurah, thy servant, and hear what they say; and then shall thine
+heart be strengthened for the battle."</p>
+
+<p>So Gideon took Phurah, his servant, crept softly down the slope of the
+mountain, and went along, under cover of the darkness, till he came
+close enough to the outside of the Midianites' camp to hear any
+conversation that might be going on.</p>
+
+<p>The Arab host lay wrapped in deep sleep, whilst, all around, their
+reposing camels were couched on the ground; and not a sound was to be
+heard.</p>
+
+<p>Presently, in one of the tents, in which lay two Midianites, there was a
+slight movement. Gideon heard that one of them was waking the other, and
+he drew near to listen.</p>
+
+<p>"I have had such a dream," the disturbed sleeper said to his companion,
+when he had roused him. "I dreamed that a cake of barley bread tumbled
+into the host of Midian, and, rolling against a tent, overturned it, so
+that it lay on the ground."</p>
+
+<p>And his companion, who understood the dream better than himself,
+replied in low tones, that told how great was his fear:&mdash;"This is
+nothing else save the sword of Gideon; for into his hand hath God
+delivered Midian and all the host."</p>
+
+<p>The two weary men turned over and fell asleep again, trying to forget
+the warning that they had received of the fate that awaited them. But
+Gideon brightened up. His faith waxed strong, and he grasped his sword
+tightly, feeling that whilst it was his sword it was pre-eminently "the
+sword of the Lord."</p>
+
+<p>He knew well the meaning of the dream&mdash;that the small round cake of
+barley, which was inferior to wheat, and was a symbol of weakness, was
+his own weak, insignificant self; and that, just as this tiny cake upset
+a tent thousands of times bigger than itself and firmly fastened to the
+ground with strong cords and long pegs, so by his weak arm the mighty
+host, that now lay asleep, would be overthrown.</p>
+
+<p>Re-ascending the valley he gave orders to his men, went down, and fell
+upon the unsuspecting host, and with his few followers gained one of the
+greatest victories ever won by the Israelites.</p>
+
+<p>Before long, the proud kings, Zeba and Zalmunna, and their two fierce
+princes, the Raven and the Wolf, with all their followers, lay in the
+silence and helplessness of death; and the land, that had been so long
+and so cruelly oppressed was freed from the formidable Arab invaders.</p>
+
+<p class="right">
+H. D.
+</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="BIBLE_EXERCISES_FOR_SUNDAY_AFTERNOONS" id="BIBLE_EXERCISES_FOR_SUNDAY_AFTERNOONS"></a>BIBLE EXERCISES FOR SUNDAY AFTERNOONS.</h2>
+
+
+<p>13. Where does Jesus tell us that those who do the will of God are to
+Him as brother, sister, and mother?</p>
+
+<p>14. Where are we told that a brother is born for adversity?</p>
+
+<p>15. Where is God said to be "slow to anger"?</p>
+
+<p>16. From what passage in the New Testament is it seen that John the
+Baptist followed the custom of the Jewish rabbis in giving his disciples
+a form of prayer?</p>
+
+<p>17. Where are we told that an angry man stirs up strife, while one who
+is slow to anger appeases it?</p>
+
+<p>18. Where do we read that he who is slow to anger is better than the
+mighty?</p>
+
+<p>19. Where in the Bible is Adam called "the son of God"?</p>
+
+<p>20. From what passage in the New Testament do we see that Rahab became
+the mother of the line from which David sprang?</p>
+
+<p>21. Where does God call the rainbow "My bow"?</p>
+
+<p>22. Where are rainbows mentioned in the New Testament?</p>
+
+<p>23. What women are mentioned as ministering, with others, to the
+temporal wants of Jesus?</p>
+
+<p>24. Where are we assured that the Keeper of Israel neither slumbers nor
+sleeps?</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="ANSWERS_TO_BIBLE_EXERCISES_1-12_See_p_20" id="ANSWERS_TO_BIBLE_EXERCISES_1-12_See_p_20"></a>ANSWERS TO BIBLE EXERCISES (1-12. <i>See p. 20</i>).</h2>
+
+
+<p>1. The Feeding of the Five Thousand (St. Matt, xiv. 15-21; St Mark vi.
+35-44; Luke ix. 12-17; St. John vi. 5-14.)</p>
+
+<p>2. Shechem (Judges ix. 34, 45).</p>
+
+<p>3. Eleven; the leper healed on our Lord's descent from the Mount of
+Beatitudes (St. Matt. viii. 1-4; St. Mark 1. 40-45; St. Luke v. 12-15);
+and the ten lepers, on the borders of Samaria and Galilee (St. Luke
+xvii. 11-19).</p>
+
+<p>4. It was given to him by David, who had received it from God (1 Chron.
+xxviii. 11-19).</p>
+
+<p>5. In Ps. xlii. 11; and xliii. 5.</p>
+
+<p>6. In the boat, on the rising of the storm, on the Sea of Galilee (St.
+Matt viii. 24; St. Mark. iv. 38; St. Luke viii. 23).</p>
+
+<p>7. In Acts 1. 14.</p>
+
+<p>8. In 2 Chron. 1. 3, 4; 1 Chron. xv. 1; 2 Sam. vi. 17.</p>
+
+<p>9. At Gibeon (1 Chron. xvi. 39).</p>
+
+<p>10. In 1 Kings iii. 4-15; 2 Chron. 1. 3-6.</p>
+
+<p>11. In 2 Kings xiv. 25.</p>
+
+<p>12. "And when <i>they</i> were put to death," &amp;c. (Acts xxvi. 10).</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_85" id="Page_85">[Pg 85]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="THE_CHILDRENS_LIGHT_BRIGADE" id="THE_CHILDRENS_LIGHT_BRIGADE"></a>THE CHILDREN'S LIGHT BRIGADE.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 524px;">
+<img src="images/i054.jpg" width="524" height="500" alt="&quot;BUT JACK AND THE OLD UMBRELLA STOOD FIRM, AND KNEW NO
+FEAR.&quot;" title="" />
+<span class="caption">&quot;BUT JACK AND THE OLD UMBRELLA STOOD FIRM, AND KNEW NO
+FEAR.&quot;</span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Jack and Willie, and little maid May<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Went down to the summer sea;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And it's merry and gay for a long holiday,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But what is their game to be?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">They were tired of building castles<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">When serious Johnny said&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Now what do you say, supposing we play<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The Charge of the Light Brigade?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"This old umbrella that's been our tent<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Will serve for a cannon&mdash;of course;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You two must play the Light Brigade,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And I'll be the Russian Force."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Willie and May ran up the beach,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Then charged straight down on Jack;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But Jack dropped cleverly on one knee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And drove the onset back.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Again and again the charge came on<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With a rush and a ringing cheer,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But Jack and the old umbrella<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Stood firm, and knew no fear.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Charge for the guns!" cried Willie once more,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">There's a crack, and a moment after<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The Russians (that's Jack) are rolled in the sand,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Amid shouts of conquering laughter.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Said Jack as he rose, "This isn't quite<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">According to the story;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We'll have this play again some day<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">We've done enough for glory."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Robert Richardson.</span><br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_86" id="Page_86">[Pg 86]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="SOME_FAMOUS_RAILWAY_TRAINS_AND_THEIR_STORY" id="SOME_FAMOUS_RAILWAY_TRAINS_AND_THEIR_STORY"></a>SOME FAMOUS RAILWAY TRAINS AND THEIR STORY.</h2>
+
+<h3><i>By</i> <span class="smcap">Henry Frith</span>.</h3>
+
+
+<h4>II.&mdash;THE "WILD IRISHMAN."</h4>
+
+<p>The "Wild Irishman" is the train which carries the Irish mails, the
+American letter-bags, from Holyhead to London, and <i>vice vers&acirc;</i>. There
+are four "Irishmen," two in the daytime and two at night. The morning
+Irish mail from London leaves Euston Square at a quarter-past seven, and
+it is by this train which we have elected to travel, as we shall see the
+country better.</p>
+
+<p>Here we are at Euston. The engine is already attached to the train&mdash;a
+fine, rather elegant-looking locomotive, with its name on a neat brass
+plate on the great "driving" wheel. Perhaps we shall find it called the
+"Lady of the Lake," or "Rokeby." At any rate, it looks very neat and
+clean, though not such a giant as our friend the "Dutchman."</p>
+
+<p>If your eyes are sharp and you are fond of engines, and like to "pat"
+them, as I do, you will notice that the cranks and piston-rods work
+outside the wheels, not between them, and underneath the boiler, as in
+the Great Western engines. You will have just time to look at the wheels
+and the name when the man on the platform will wave his flag, and the
+"Irishman" will start very gently. As we are quite invisible, we just
+step up beside the driver as the engine moves, and he knows nothing
+about us. Ha! ha! Mr. Driver; but we intend to know something about your
+"Wild Irishman!"</p>
+
+<p>Our driver and fireman ("stoker," perhaps you call the latter) are very
+great men. They have a great deal done for them. Do you think they light
+the fire and polish the engine? Do you think they go and take in coal
+and water at Crewe, or elsewhere, while they wait for a "return" train?
+Oh dear no! Another pair of men are ready, and our "mail-men" go and sit
+in the drivers' "cabin" and have their tea, and chat till the train is
+ready to start again.</p>
+
+<p>It is not at all a bad position, though a very responsible one, to be an
+engine-driver on the London and North-Western Railway, particularly when
+you have worked yourself up to the "top of the tree." I could tell you
+many anecdotes of this railway, on which I lived for many years; but we
+must not forget the "Wild Irishman" has run through Camden Town, and is
+even now in the Primrose Hill tunnel.</p>
+
+<p>It is very unpleasant being in a tunnel for the first time on an engine.
+The noise is very great, and the smoke and water come down at times
+unpleasantly. The end of the tunnel looks so tiny in the sunlight
+beyond, and the opening gradually gets larger and larger till the engine
+rushes out into the pure air again!</p>
+
+<p>On we go! Stopping for a few minutes at Willesden Junction, our Irish
+horse pulls harder, and bolts with us for Rugby and some intermediate
+stations. It is just half-past seven a.m., a beautiful day. There is
+Harrow on the left, we can see the well-known spire, and we recall the
+days when we came up for the cricket-match against Eton, and how we all
+went back in a body after the match.</p>
+
+<p>Before we reach Watford, we come to the peculiar water arrangement by
+which the thirsty engines are enabled to have a drink as they rush
+along. Between the rails for a considerable distance is a tank, and into
+this tank a pipe is let down from the tender of the engine. The speed at
+which the train travels causes the water to be forced up the pipe, and
+the supply of steam is assured.</p>
+
+<p>Watford, named from the Roman road "Watling Street," which ran from
+Dover through London northwards, is near St. Albans, renowned in English
+history. But the "Wild Irishman" will not wait for us; he rushes through
+the tunnel and by Berkhampstead to Bletchley, where he pauses for a
+minute or two. We have scarcely time to look about when we are off
+again, past Wolverton, where the North-Western Company make their
+railway carriages, and where they used to repair their engines. We run
+not very far from Naseby after a while, and think of the great battle
+between Charles and Cromwell's troops. What would they think of our
+"Wild Irishman"? I wonder.</p>
+
+<p>Rugby is passed; Atherstone, near which was the great Battle of Bosworth
+Field, lies behind us now. The struggle for the crown between Richard
+and Richmond may be recalled, but we have no time to examine the field
+seven miles away. We have to get to Crewe at eleven o'clock, and so we
+shall. We run through Stafford-on-the-Sowe, a town celebrated as the
+birthplace of Izaak Walton. The castle was demolished, like many others,
+in the Civil War.</p>
+
+<p>A long whistle warns us that Crewe is in sight, and before long we enter
+the station, through which more than 200 trains pass daily. Here are the
+celebrated Locomotive Works, which employ an army of workmen, for whose
+children there are<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_87" id="Page_87">[Pg 87]</a></span> schools and playgrounds, with church, library, and
+assembly-room for the whole railway working population.</p>
+
+<p>A visit to Crewe to see the great engines will repay any little folk who
+like machinery.</p>
+
+<p>From Crewe to Chester is half an hour's run, and as we approach the old
+city on the Dee we feel wrapped in history. Such a history has Chester
+that we are afraid to enter upon it for fear we should be carried away,
+and lose ourselves wandering around the dear old walls, towers, gates,
+and ramparts. The Danes came here; the Saxons made it a port. Hugh
+Lupus, at the Conquest, resided here. The city was made the
+starting-point for expeditions against the Welsh by Edward I. Besieged
+by the Parliament&mdash;but no more; the "Wild Irishman" whistles, and we
+must go to you, my lad.</p>
+
+<p>Hawarden Castle is close by. It was at one time of importance as a
+fortress. It now derives its celebrity from its owner, Mr. Gladstone,
+for the castle itself has almost disappeared. We soon pass Holywell, so
+called from the holy well which sprang from the place where Princess
+Winifrede's head fell. Caradoc, a Welsh prince, wickedly cut it off, and
+it rolled down the hill. Where it stopped the spring burst forth; and
+the head being picked up was placed on Miss Winifrede's body again. It
+became fixed, and she lived for many years afterwards, a little red mark
+round her white throat being the only token of her decapitation! So the
+story goes.</p>
+
+<p>We are now approaching Abergele, near which such a terrible accident
+happened to the Irish mail in 1868. Some trucks had been shunted from a
+train in front, and they, by some mistake, came running down the hill to
+meet the "Irishman." The driver saw them, and the shock was not severe,
+but unfortunately they were filled with oil barrels, which broke open,
+the petroleum caught fire, and in two minutes all the fore part of the
+train was enveloped in flames.</p>
+
+<p>Nothing could be done; the poor people in the carriages&mdash;lords and
+ladies and gentlemen&mdash;were burned, and with difficulty any escaped. This
+was a fearful catastrophe, and quite puts aside any ordinary accidents
+which (not a few) have happened to the "Wild Irishman."</p>
+
+<p>Let us leave the scene and come on to Llandudno Junction and Conway
+Castle, by which is the first "Tubular Bridge." We have all heard of
+Conway Castle, founded by Edward I. If you little folk ever go to Conway
+be sure and see the castle, and go all over the thick walls, which will
+afford you a pretty view.</p>
+
+<p>But I have something else to tell you about Conway "Tube"&mdash;the bridge
+through which the railway runs over the river.</p>
+
+<p>Once upon a time&mdash;a good many years ago&mdash;a lady and gentleman got
+permission to walk through the new tubular bridge, which was then a
+curiosity. A railway porter was with them and told them no train was
+expected on that line, so they went into the tube and darkness.</p>
+
+<p>A strange gentleman who had joined them went on first because the lady
+could not go so quickly, and of course her husband remained to assist
+her over the rails, and stones, and the girders which support the sides.</p>
+
+<p>But when the lady and gentleman had got halfway through, the first man
+was at the end, and saw the down Irish mail approaching on the very line
+on which his acquaintances were! He called out&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>"Take care of yourselves, a train is coming!" and then he waved his
+hands to the engine-driver.</p>
+
+<p>The lady and gentleman in the "tube" could not stand up at the side, and
+so they hurried back. It was a terrible race. The "Wild Irishman"
+whistling and roaring, hissing and straining at the brakes close behind;
+in front only a few yards to the station, but such long yards! On came
+the train, and just as the gentleman rushed from the "tube" and dragged
+the lady down, the express came out grinding and growling. They were
+only just saved by two yards from a terrible death.</p>
+
+<p>Now let me tell you something else. The year after that nearly fatal
+accident, I&mdash;the writer of this anecdote&mdash;was visiting the "Britannia"
+Tubular Bridge which crosses the Menai Straits, and through which the
+"Wild Irishman" rushes on its way to Holyhead. I was with my parents,
+and we talked to the caretaker at the bridge.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, sir," he said, "it <i>is</i> dangerous to go into the tubes. We do not
+allow it now. Last year a lady and gentleman were nearly killed in the
+Conway tube. I was the guard of the mail train; they had a very narrow
+escape."</p>
+
+<p>"What became of the tipsy porter who guided them in?" asked my father.</p>
+
+<p>"He lay flat down, and the train went over him&mdash;he was dismissed&mdash;but
+how did you know, sir?"</p>
+
+<p>"Because this lady and myself were the two people who were in the tube,"
+said my father. "I assure you we remember the incident very well
+indeed."</p>
+
+<p>That is what most people would, call a "curious coincidence," and it is,
+moreover, quite true.</p>
+
+<p>But we are nearing Holyhead. Our "Wild Irishman" has not far to run now.
+We are through the "Britannia" bridge, upon whose unfinished summit we
+have raced on slippery plates of iron, one hundred feet above the
+straits, and gazed down<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_88" id="Page_88">[Pg 88]</a></span> into the Menai waters beneath, as the ships
+went up almost touching the tube apparently. Ah! this was many years
+ago, and even now as we rattle on we can recall the scene and shiver.</p>
+
+<p>Away by Llanfair&mdash;something&mdash;a long Welsh word&mdash;away by the lake and the
+river; over the marsh comes the scent of the sea, and then in ten
+minutes the "Wild Irishman" walks down the pier. Mail-bags are put on
+board the steamer; passengers hurry down; the carriage doors are shut.
+The paddle-wheels revolve; we quit the harbour of Holyhead, and lose
+sight of the "Wild Irishman."</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="MASTER_TOMS_RAINY_WEATHER" id="MASTER_TOMS_RAINY_WEATHER"></a>MASTER TOM'S "RAINY WEATHER."</h2>
+
+
+<p>"Ettie," said Master Tom, "do you like to be naughty or good?"</p>
+
+<p>"Naughty," replied Ettie promptly.</p>
+
+<p>Ettie was five years old, and Master Tom nine.</p>
+
+<p>Ettie and Master Tom were at the far end of the kitchen-garden, going
+through the gate that led into a small paddock, when Ettie suddenly
+said&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>"Pigs."</p>
+
+<p>"Where?" exclaimed Master Tom.</p>
+
+<p>"Poor pigs in pen all shut up," answered Ettie.</p>
+
+<p>"What a shame!" said Master Tom. "I say, Mrs. Pig, wouldn't you like
+your little piggies to have a run this fine day?</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"There's grass around in plenty<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For the little ones to eat,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And in the kitchen-garden<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">There's cabbage for a treat.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>Now, Ettie, get out of the way; I am going to open the door of the
+pigstye."</p>
+
+<p>And Master Tom threw the door wide open, and out rushed not only the ten
+little pigs, but Mrs. Pig herself. They came with such a rush that
+Ettie, not getting out of the way quickly enough, was knocked down. But
+she did not cry; for she was used to falling in her expeditions with
+Tom.</p>
+
+<p>Through the garden gate, into the garden, over the beds, went the pigs,
+and after them went Master Tom and Ettie, driving them until they went
+into the middle of the crisp early cabbages.</p>
+
+<p>"Now then, eat to your hearts' content," said Master Tom. "Eat away, eat
+away! How they do enjoy themselves; there won't be a cabbage left. Won't
+Joseph be surprised. Let us get up into the great pear-tree and watch
+them. You can climb up if I push you."</p>
+
+<p>"Yes," responded Ettie, grasping the trunk and putting her foot on a
+jutting-out knob.</p>
+
+<p>"That's famous," said Master Tom, as he helped his little sister up
+until he landed her in one of the highest boughs.</p>
+
+<p>"Isn't it nice?" said he.</p>
+
+<p>And he began swaying the branches to and fro, whilst Ettie held on
+tightly and laughed with delight.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh dear! oh dear! how can the pigs have got in?"</p>
+
+<p>"Oh dear! oh dear!" cried Master Tom from the pear-tree, mimicking the
+gardener's voice.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh dear! oh dear!" cried Ettie in her shrill voice.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh dear! oh dear!" said Joseph in dismay; "the children up in the
+pear-tree such a height; they'll tumble down and break their necks. Oh,
+Master Tom, Master Tom, whatever did you go up there for, and take
+little Missy with you? What shall I do?&mdash;the pigs, the children, the
+children, the pigs! I daren't leave the children; and yet if I don't go
+after the pigs the garden will be ruined. Oh, my lettuces, my peas, my
+cauliflowers, my fine young cabbages!"</p>
+
+<p>And then Joseph suddenly raised his voice and shouted as loud as he
+could&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>"Help! help! help! Hallo! hallo! hallo!"</p>
+
+<p>In a few seconds out came several of the servants, and amongst them was
+Nurse. "Oh! what is the matter?" she cried; "is it Master Tom again?"</p>
+
+<p>"I should think it was," said Joseph; "he's in the pear-tree, and Miss
+Ettie's with him. Jack, get a ladder to get her out of the tree."</p>
+
+<p>Jack, the boy, went off, and now the branches were seen to sway
+backwards and forwards, the two children chuckling with delight.</p>
+
+<p>"And here I come first," said Master Tom, suddenly descending in so
+rapid a manner that he seemed to tumble down amongst the group, and,
+stumbling against Joseph, the gardener was tripped up and fell to the
+ground.</p>
+
+<p>Nurse tried to seize upon Master Tom, who, however, shook himself free,
+leaving it to Joseph and the boy to get Ettie out of the pear-tree.</p>
+
+
+<h4>II.</h4>
+
+<p>When Nurse returned to the house with Ettie the first thing she saw was
+the turf beneath the nursery window strewn with every possible thing
+that Master Tom could find. He himself was looking out of the nursery
+window with an armful of Ettie's frocks and sashes, which he aimed at
+Nurse and her charge as they came nearer the house.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_89" id="Page_89">[Pg 89]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 357px;">
+<img src="images/i063.jpg" width="357" height="500" alt="PLAYING AT RAINY WEATHER. (See p. 90.)" title="" />
+<span class="caption">PLAYING AT RAINY WEATHER. (See p. <a href="#Page_90">90</a>.)</span>
+</div>
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_90" id="Page_90">[Pg 90]</a></span></p>
+<p>"Oh dear! shan't I be glad when you go back to school, Master Tom.
+Here's an hour's good work for me in carrying back all these things."</p>
+
+<p>And Nurse wrathfully ascended to the nursery, but Master Tom was not
+there.</p>
+
+<p>"Well," said Nurse, "it's a good thing he's gone off by himself, and not
+got Miss Ettie with him. You stay here and play with your dolls, and
+I'll run down and pick up your frocks and shoes."</p>
+
+<p>So Nurse, having settled Ettie with her playthings, departed.</p>
+
+<p>But she had not been gone a minute before Master Tom put his head in at
+the door.</p>
+
+<p>"Ettie," said he, "come down into the drawing-room, and we'll have the
+greatest fun in the world. I've got a large umbrella and water-bottles,
+so we'll play at rainy weather."</p>
+
+<p>Up jumped Ettie.</p>
+
+<p>"Hush! don't make a noise, or some one will hear us. Come very softly."</p>
+
+<p>And Ettie, on tiptoes, followed Tom to the drawing-room, where, having
+locked the door, he provided Ettie with a large umbrella.</p>
+
+<p>"Now sit down on the floor," said he, "and hold it over you. You must
+pretend that it is a rainy day, and that you are obliged to shelter
+under it."</p>
+
+<p>Down went Ettie on the floor, and up went the umbrella.</p>
+
+<p>"Now," continued Master Tom (who had borrowed a pair of high boots so
+that, at least, <i>he</i> should not get wet), "I shall pour water over the
+umbrella and it will splash down like rain. You must say, 'What a
+dreadful day! What a dreadful storm!'"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes," answered Ettie. "Splash, splash, splash! what a storm! what a
+storm!"</p>
+
+<p>And down came the water, splashing Ettie's velvet frock and wetting her
+shoes, and making pools on the drawing-room carpet. What fun it was! so
+Master Tom thought, and so did Ettie; and the more he emptied the
+water-bottles the more they both shouted with glee.</p>
+
+<p>Guided by the noise, Nurse soon arrived at the door.</p>
+
+<p>"Open the door! open the door!"</p>
+
+<p>But Master Tom took no notice. Nurse might batter away as she liked; he
+was safe inside.</p>
+
+<p>"What are you doing?"</p>
+
+<p>"Playing at rain," cried Ettie; "my frock and my shoes all wet. It is
+rainy day, Nurse."</p>
+
+<p>"The road is all of puddles," said Master Tom; "splash, splash; don't
+you hear it?"</p>
+
+<p>Yes, Nurse <i>did</i> hear it, and wondered what it was.</p>
+
+<p>"I've finished the bottles," said Master Tom; "now for the watering-can,
+it's quite full. It will come down like a shower-bath, Ettie."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh! oh! oh!" gasped Ettie, for the umbrella slipped from her hand and
+she received the contents of the watering-can on her head, neck, and
+arms. Then Ettie, for the first time, began to cry.</p>
+
+<p>"You bad boy," cried Nurse in a state of despair; "open the door or I
+will have it broken open."</p>
+
+<p>Master Tom unlocked the door, and then making a rapid retreat to one of
+the windows, he leaped through it almost before Nurse had opened the
+door.</p>
+
+<p>Nurse held up her hands in dismay. The beautiful drawing-room carpet was
+soaked with water, and in the midst, crouched on the floor, sat Ettie,
+with her hair and her fine velvet frock dripping.</p>
+
+<p>"Tom poured water," sobbed Ettie, as Nurse lifted her off the ground.</p>
+
+<p>Nurse rang the bell lustily, and the housemaid came running to see what
+was the matter.</p>
+
+<p>"What will the mistress say?" said Jane as she looked at the carpet; "I
+shouldn't wonder if it is spoiled altogether."</p>
+
+<p>"I know what I should say, and what I shall say!" said Nurse; "I shall
+tell the mistress that if something isn't done to curb Master Tom, he'll
+be such a plague, that no one will care to see him. I've had such a day
+with him to-day as I don't intend to have again!"</p>
+
+<p>And Nurse carried Ettie off to the nursery, where she took off her wet
+clothes, and put her into a warm bed. For Ettie was shivering, though it
+was a hot day, and Nurse gave out that she thought Master Tom would make
+his sister quite ill.</p>
+
+<p>Which opinion reached Tom's ears; so he crept upstairs cautiously.</p>
+
+<p>"Nurse, nurse," he said, "is Ettie very bad?"</p>
+
+<p>"She's got a shivering and a shaking, and it may be an inflammation,"
+said Nurse severely, "and what shall you say if, by your mischievous
+doings, you have hurt your sister!"</p>
+
+<p>Master Tom's soul was filled with terror.</p>
+
+<p>"I don't know how it may end," continued Nurse, "but the best thing you
+can do is to go downstairs and sit in the dining-room till master and
+mistress come home. Go away from here."</p>
+
+<p>And Nurse shut the door and bolted it; and Tom, feeling more miserable
+than he had ever felt in his life, went away, but not to the
+dining-room.</p>
+
+<p>He went to his own little room, where, with a white face, he watched,
+till his mother came home. He would tell her everything, and he knew
+that she would let him just look at Ettie before he went to bed. And he
+said to himself&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>"I will never get into mischief again."</p>
+
+<p>It was a good resolve; let us hope that he kept it.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_91" id="Page_91">[Pg 91]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="THE_MAIDS_AND_THE_MAGPIE" id="THE_MAIDS_AND_THE_MAGPIE"></a>THE MAIDS AND THE MAGPIE.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Three little maids and a magpie<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Went out one day for a walk;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The little maids hunted for flowers,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The magpie did nothing but talk.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"I've three little maidens to care for,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Each one from dangers to save&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wild dogs or runaway horses&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">What a good thing I am brave!"<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Soon they were laden with flowers&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Bunches of red, white, and blue;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Great ox-eyed, snowy-leaved daisies,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Harebells, and bright poppies too.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then they turned homeward together,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Magpie still hopping before,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Passed through the wood and the village,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Came to the rectory door.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">There stood a quiet grey pussy&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Magpie flew off in a fright.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So, after all his vain boasting,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Proved himself coward&mdash;not knight!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i11"><span class="smcap">Frances Hay</span>.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="CHILDRENS_GAMES_IN_DAYS_OF_OLD" id="CHILDRENS_GAMES_IN_DAYS_OF_OLD"></a>CHILDREN'S GAMES IN DAYS OF OLD.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 300px;">
+<img src="images/i066-67.jpg" width="300" height="288" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>Both my little nieces had been unwell. They were not very ill, but they
+were shut up in one room for a time, and they found it rather difficult
+to amuse themselves all day long, without having their lessons to do or
+their brothers to play with. I told them a tale every afternoon, when
+the light was getting dim, and the fire was poked into a bright blaze;
+but I came to the end of my store at last.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, auntie! what shall we do now if you can't tell us any more
+stories?" said Maggie. "We read such a lot that we really don't want to
+be read to."</p>
+
+<p>"Let us have a nice talk," I said.</p>
+
+<p>"But what shall we talk about?" asked Edith, looking into the fire, as
+if she could read something there. "Oh, I know, auntie! tell us about
+the time when you were a little girl; tell us all about your pet toys."</p>
+
+<p>"Auntie has told us that so often," said Maggie.</p>
+
+<p>"Let us talk about something very old, and yet quite new to both of
+you," I said. "What do you think the children played with hundreds and
+hundreds of years ago?"</p>
+
+<p>"Didn't they have dolls?" asked Maggie.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, they had dolls, but not like yours. They were small, and their
+arms and legs were fastened on with bits of wire or wood."</p>
+
+<p>"What were they made of?" asked Edith.</p>
+
+<p>"They were generally made of clay or terra-cotta, but sometimes of wood
+or wax. The hair was often ornamented with rows of beads, and sometimes
+the dolls were painted all over with very bright colours, to please the
+little ones to whom they were given. They used to make little toy
+animals, too, and in Greece they had those small dancing figures which
+we call marionets."</p>
+
+<p>"Have they found anything besides dolls?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes; there are some little toys at the British Museum which were found
+in Greece and Turkey. One of them is a woman kneading bread; another is
+a black boy sitting on a pony, with a basket of fruit in front of him.
+If ever you see them, you will think you are very fortunate little
+children to have such beautiful toys."</p>
+
+<p>"But I don't care about dolls," said Edith, blushing a little, for she
+had been grumbling because her mother would not buy her a new one. "I'd
+rather have a big ball. Did those old children play at ball, auntie?"</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, yes! The very oldest we know of&mdash;the Egyptian children&mdash;had balls
+of leather and some of painted china."</p>
+
+<p>"I shouldn't like that," remarked Edith. "Fancy Charlie with an
+earthenware ball! he'd break all the windows in the house."</p>
+
+<p>"I don't suppose they let the children throw the hard balls about much.
+The Greeks in later times loved ball as much as you do, but they played
+it in a different way. They used to sing and dance at the same time. Can
+you think of any word that we have which means dancing, and yet sounds
+like a game?"</p>
+
+<p>"Like a game of ball, auntie?" said Maggie.</p>
+
+<p>"I know!" cried Edith clapping her hands; "you've just said it,
+Maggie&mdash;a <i>ball</i>. Don't you know people always dance at a ball."</p>
+
+<p>The children were very much pleased to find<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_92" id="Page_92">[Pg 92]</a></span> out that the grown-up
+people's amusement took its name from one of their toys, and that the
+short songs, or <i>ballads</i>, which we sing came from the songs which the
+Greeks sang whilst they played ball.</p>
+
+<p>"Did they play ball in any other way?" asked Maggie.</p>
+
+<p>"Sometimes it was put on the middle line, between the two parties
+playing, and each party tried to seize it, and throw it over the
+adversary's goal-line."</p>
+
+<p>"Why, that's like our own football, isn't it, auntie?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes; the Epikoinos, or common game of ball played by the Greek
+children, is really the great-great-great-grandfather of our football."</p>
+
+<p>"Had those children any hoops?" asked Edith.</p>
+
+<p>"The Romans had hoops, and even the same kind of hooked stick, but they
+played very differently from what we do. They tried to snatch the hoop
+from each other with the hook."</p>
+
+<p>"I'm glad I am not a Roman, then," said Edith, "for I do love a good
+straight run with my hoop; and that must have been more like fighting
+than playing. But do tell us some more about those children's games. It
+seems so strange to think they had balls and hoops like us."</p>
+
+<p>"They had whip-tops, too," I said. "And some people say that the great
+Emperor Augustus used to play at marbles when he was a boy. You have
+seen Charlie and Tom play with knucklebones; the Greek children had them
+too, and sometimes there were numbers on them, and each bone had a
+different name. Backgammon and draughts were played by the Greeks, and
+we see by some of the pictures on the tombs in Egypt that the game of
+draughts was very popular there."</p>
+
+<p>"But hadn't they any nice romping games?" asked Maggie.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes. Blind man's buff was a great favourite with the Greeks and Romans.
+And they were very fond of playing a game which was known as
+oyster-shell."</p>
+
+<p>"Do you mean making grottoes? I don't call that romping."</p>
+
+<p>"The children were divided into equal numbers on each side of a line
+drawn on the ground; one party would be called white, the other black.
+They then tossed an oyster-shell into the air, and whichever side came
+upwards, one of that party ran off. If it was the dark, one of the
+blacks ran away, and one of the whites dashed after him. As soon as Mr.
+Black was caught, he had to take Mr. White on his shoulders and carry
+him to the camp, where he remained till all the others were caught. This
+is the origin of our prisoner's base.'"</p>
+
+<p>"But that is a boy's game," said Maggie. "I want to know about the
+girls'."</p>
+
+<p>"They played blind man's buff, as I told you just now; then there was
+'runaway,' or 'touch,' which was like our game. One girl would shut her
+eyes whilst the others hid. A place of refuge, or, as we call it,
+<i>home</i>, was fixed upon, and she had to try and touch some of the others
+before they could get safe there. Kiss-in-the-ring was very popular too,
+but the girl used to hold the boy by the ears as she kissed him, and
+this was called pitcher-fashion."</p>
+
+<p>"Our pitchers have not two handles," remarked Edith.</p>
+
+<p>"No, but they had a handle on each side in those days. Then the Greeks
+used to play a game like our follow-my-leader, called 'Commands,' and
+all sorts of funny things were ordered to be done by those who took part
+in it."</p>
+
+<p>Just then the bell rang for me to go down to dinner.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, auntie, don't go yet!" cried both children; "we haven't heard half
+enough."</p>
+
+<p>"I will just tell you one thing more, and then I must go," I said.
+"There was a very favourite game played hundreds of years ago in Asia,
+called 'Kings and Subjects.' One day a little boy named Cyrus was
+playing at it with the children of the village in which he lived. This
+little boy was about ten years old, and had been adopted by a shepherd.
+He was chosen king by the boys, and having appointed his ministers, he
+set each of his companions to do certain work. One boy refused, and
+Cyrus ordered him to be flogged. The boy was angry, and ran off to tell
+his father, who was one of the chief men in the place. This man was very
+indignant that his boy should be beaten by a common shepherd's son, and
+went to King Astyages to complain. The king sent for Cyrus, and asked
+him how he dared to treat the son of a great man in that way.</p>
+
+<p>"Cyrus answered bravely that he had only done what was just; he had been
+chosen king, and he ought to have been obeyed. Astyages was very much
+surprised by this answer, and began to look more closely at the fearless
+boy; then he saw that he was very like himself. He sent for the
+shepherd, and after many questions, he found that this little Cyrus was
+his own grandson who was supposed to be dead. So the sham king really
+became the heir to the throne, and in time was a real king."</p>
+
+<p>"Why, auntie, that's as good as a fairy tale!" said Edith.</p>
+
+<p>"Better," I replied; "for it is true, and it teaches us that we ought
+always to try to do right, even in our games, and then we shall never be
+ashamed."</p>
+
+<p class="right">
+E. M. W.
+</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_93" id="Page_93">[Pg 93]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="THEIR_ROAD_TO_FORTUNE" id="THEIR_ROAD_TO_FORTUNE"></a>THEIR ROAD TO FORTUNE.</h2>
+
+<h3>THE STORY OF TWO BROTHERS.</h3>
+
+<h4><i>By the Author of "The Heir of Elmdale," &amp;c. &amp;c.</i></h4>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 393px;">
+<img src="images/i072-73.jpg" width="393" height="500" alt="&quot;AUNT AMY HAD STEPPED FORWARD&quot; (p. 95)." title="" />
+<span class="caption">&quot;AUNT AMY HAD STEPPED FORWARD&quot; (p. <a href="#Page_95">95</a>).</span>
+</div>
+
+
+<h4>CHAPTER IV.&mdash;A TERRIBLE SURPRISE.</h4>
+
+<p>Mr. Gregory and Mr. Clair arrived at Riversdale early the next day, and
+Mr. Gregory at once took the management of everything into his own
+hands. The greater part of the afternoon he was shut up in the library
+with the lawyer, and when he found the boys in the dining-room, he
+looked very grave and anxious, and even reproved Mr. Clair for amusing
+the children by making caricatures, and illustrating some of their
+story-books. No two people could be more unlike than those two uncles,
+who would probably be the guardians of Edward and Bertie Rivers. Mr.
+Gregory was a tall, portly gentleman, with grey hair and keen eager
+eyes; his voice was loud, his manner always stern and abrupt. People
+usually feared and respected him more than they loved him; he was always
+very busy and fussy and important, and had an idea that nothing in
+London would go on quite right without him. However,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_94" id="Page_94">[Pg 94]</a></span> Mrs. Rivers had
+been his only sister; the boys were her children, and he was their
+nearest relative and natural protector. On his way down he had arranged
+all his plans: the boys should go to school, and he would let Riversdale
+till Edward came of age; he knew some one in the City who was just in
+want of such a place. Mr. Clair, on the other hand, thought very little
+of the future; he was sorry to see the children look so sad, and did his
+best to cheer them up; but then, every one said Mr. Clair was the most
+unpractical person in the world. He was an artist by profession, and had
+married Mr. Rivers' sister Amy, an offence for which he was never
+pardoned, either by Mr. Rivers or Mr. Gregory. However, as the marriage
+proved a very happy one, Mr. Clair did not fret about that, neither was
+he in the least offended at the coldness and neglect of his wife's
+relatives. He loved his profession, he loved his wife, he loved his
+shabby roomy old house in Fitzroy Square: in fact, the chief
+characteristic of Mr. Harry Clair was that he loved everything and
+everybody, and now he was quite willing to take to his heart his wife's
+orphan nephews and niece. But Uncle Gregory was made of sterner stuff,
+and the young heir of Riversdale, he thought, was a person to be
+reverenced and treated with deference; besides, he was not either very
+affectionate or very demonstrative in his manner, therefore the
+children, who were hungry for love and sympathy, turned to Uncle Clair.
+The next day Aunt Amy arrived, and both the boys felt they had found a
+true and loving friend, while Agnes clung to her, trembling and sobbing,
+for since her uncle's death she had felt strangely alone in the house,
+just as if she belonged to nobody, and until it was known what provision
+had been made for her, no one could say what was to become of her. As
+the days passed Mr. Gregory looked more anxious and worried. A strange
+gentleman from London remained in the house, and spent several hours
+every day in the library examining letters and papers; lawyers were
+constantly coming and going, and at last it became clear, even to the
+boys, that something was wrong; the gloom deepened on every face, even
+the servants stood in little groups and talked in whispers; only Uncle
+Clair seemed unconcerned, though Aunt Amy's eyes often filled with tears
+as she looked at the boys. But none of them seemed quite prepared for
+the terrible tidings Mr. Gregory had to unfold. Mr. Rivers had been
+buried in the family vault at Riversdale very quietly, as his wish had
+always been. The boys, their uncles, the doctor and lawyer and the
+strange gentleman, whose name and real business no one seemed to know,
+attended as mourners, and when they returned to the house Mr. Gregory
+led the way to the library, and the family lawyer read the will. It was
+very simple: Riversdale to Edward; five thousand pounds to Bertie when
+he came of age, and the choice of a profession, the expenses of which
+were to be paid for out of the estate; and a few legacies to faithful
+servants and deserving charities; not a word of poor little Agnes, for
+the simple reason that the will was made several years before she came
+to Riversdale; not a single word of any person else, except that Mr.
+Frank Rivers, his brother, Mr. Gregory, his brother-in-law, and Mr.
+Harry Clair, his brother-in-law, were appointed executors and guardians.
+The boys' minority was to be spent according to their direction. Every
+one breathed a sigh of relief: they had all expected much worse; but
+Bertie, happening to glance at his Uncle Gregory's face, started, and
+cried suddenly, "There's something else, sir. I'm sure there's something
+you are keeping from us."</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, my lad, unfortunately there is. When your father made this will
+his property was his own to bequeath how he liked; since then he has
+been unfortunate. He has speculated largely in mines that he hoped would
+prove a success: they have failed; a few days since the utter failure of
+a bank in which his whole private fortune was invested gave him a shock
+from which he never recovered. Riversdale is fully mortgaged; the income
+of the estate will barely pay the interest now, for your father has
+parted with most of his property. In a word, this is the state of
+affairs: you must either sell Riversdale, then this gentleman tells me
+there may be a few thousands to spare for you boys; or you may let the
+place stand, put your shoulders to the wheel, and work both of you to
+redeem your home. You are only boys, but some boys with energy,
+patience, perseverance, and, above all, a cherished object in view, can
+achieve much. This gentleman tells me that by careful management there
+may be a trifle saved every year, which should go towards lessening the
+principal, then every year will be making the interest less too. But the
+grave question is, what in the meantime is to become of you boys?"</p>
+
+<p>"And Agnes?" Bertie cried; "we must not forget Agnes?"</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Gregory looked rather coldly at the shrinking, timid little girl;
+she had not entered into his calculations at all. She was not his
+sister's child, and he really saw no way of helping her.</p>
+
+<p>"I am, as you know, only a London merchant," Mr. Gregory continued,
+ignoring Bertie's earnest remark, "and I cannot do much for you, but
+this I can offer: you may both have a place in my office, and, believe
+me, many lads have found the humblest<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_95" id="Page_95">[Pg 95]</a></span> seat in a London counting-house
+the road to fortune. Once started in business under my protection,
+everything will depend on yourselves. Merit, industry, integrity must
+make their own way. What do you say, Edward? Mind, as your guardian, I
+have a right to command, but I want to hear what you think."</p>
+
+<p>"I&mdash;I don't care for business, Uncle Gregory; I have no taste, no talent
+for it," Eddie replied humbly, though his eyes flashed. "I always wished
+to be an artist, and papa promised I should be one day."</p>
+
+<p>"Unfortunately, many of your papa's promises are not easily fulfilled
+<i>now</i>," Mr. Gregory said coldly. "If you will not enter my office, may I
+ask what you intend to do, Edward?"</p>
+
+<p>"I don't know, uncle. I had hoped to go to college, and then travel, and
+study abroad, and become an artist."</p>
+
+<p>"Impossible!" Mr. Gregory interrupted sharply. "Where's the money to
+come from?"</p>
+
+<p>"I don't know, uncle; I have not had time to think;" and Eddie cast an
+imploring glance at his Uncle Clair.</p>
+
+<p>"Well, my lad," that gentleman said, laying his hand kindly on Eddie's
+shoulder, "if you really are determined to become an artist, I will do
+all I can to assist you on certain conditions, and subject to the
+approval of your other guardian. You can come and live with me, and I'll
+teach you the groundwork and details of art: inspiration, genius,
+success are not mine to bestow; nor shall I send you to a university. In
+the first place, I can't afford it; in the next, I don't think it
+necessary; but if I see you have a real love of and taste for art, I'll
+send you to study abroad for a few years, if possible; but first of all
+you must work. You can live with me; my house will be your home, your
+aunt will take care of you. Your mornings must be spent in my studio,
+your afternoons devoted to continuing your studies; but I want you
+clearly to understand, lad, that you are not coming to visit or to play,
+but to learn a profession&mdash;and an honourable profession. You will find
+many things irksome perhaps, and have to perform many unpleasant duties,
+but if you work with a single heart, and try to make the best of
+everything, you will find, taking the rough with the smooth of it, that
+art is a noble profession. But I cannot honestly call it the high road
+to fortune. Your Uncle Gregory has made his proposal; I have made mine.
+Think before you decide."</p>
+
+<p>"I will go with you, Uncle Clair," Eddie answered, drawing nearer to the
+artist. "There is no need to think; I never could be a merchant; I must
+be a painter. My mind is thoroughly made up."</p>
+
+<p>"As you will, boy. Your Uncle Clair has made you a liberal offer;
+according to his means, he offers you of his best freely and kindly. I
+hope you may prove worthy of his trust in you, but as I do not want my
+sister's son to be entirely dependent on a stranger&mdash;&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>"Uncle Harry said I could <i>work</i>," Eddie said, drawing still nearer to
+his favourite relative.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, Mr. Gregory, the boy must be independent. If I find him useful,
+I'll pay him a small salary," Mr. Clair replied gently, no way ruffled
+by Mr. Gregory's cold, scornful tones. "That matter is decided: Edward
+is to come to us."</p>
+
+<p>"And you?" Mr. Gregory continued, turning to Bertie. "Are you also
+anxious to become an artist?"</p>
+
+<p>"No, uncle; I want to make my fortune and get back Riversdale."</p>
+
+<p>"Well spoken, my lad. Then you decide to come with me?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, please; I should like to be a great, rich, powerful merchant, and
+own ships and things. But, Uncle Gregory, who's to take care of dear
+little Cousin Agnes?"</p>
+
+<p>"I am really quite at a loss to know," Mr. Gregory said, frowning. "Has
+she no friends of her mother's? The child has no claim on me."</p>
+
+<p>"But she has on us," Bertie replied promptly. "She's our cousin; her
+papa was our Uncle Frank, and we must take care of her."</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Gregory frowned and looked thoughtful, but Aunt Amy had stepped
+forward, and taken Agnes into her arms. "We'll take care of her," she
+said, with a loving look at Bertie, who had spoken so bravely for his
+little cousin, while Eddie had entirely forgotten her. "Don't be afraid,
+Bertie; while your Uncle Harry and I have a home Agnes shall share it."</p>
+
+<p>"Thank you, aunt; and I hope Uncle Gregory will let me come and see you
+often. It is so nice to think that we shall all be in London together;"
+and then Bertie smothered a sigh as he remembered how he disliked cities
+and loved the country, how he would miss the dear delights of
+Riversdale, and how he dreaded the duties of an office. But he had
+plenty of courage, and he resolved not to begin by being unhappy or
+discontented; "besides, it mayn't be so bad," he said to himself; "and
+Dr. Mayson declares it's worth a thousand a year to be able to look at
+the bright side of everything."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_96" id="Page_96">[Pg 96]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 502px;">
+<img src="images/i079.jpg" width="502" height="500" alt="&quot;MR. GREGORY PLACED TWO SOVEREIGNS IN BERTIE&#39;S HAND&quot; (p.
+98)." title="" />
+<span class="caption">&quot;MR. GREGORY PLACED TWO SOVEREIGNS IN BERTIE&#39;S HAND&quot; (p.
+<a href="#Page_98">98</a>).</span>
+</div>
+
+<p>Agnes was weeping silently with joy: no other arrangement could have
+given her half as much pleasure as going back with her Aunt Amy and
+Uncle Clair; she could surely pick up some crumbs of instruction in the
+studio, and then she would always be at hand to help Eddie, and little
+Agnes did not wish for any greater happiness than that. But Eddie did
+not seem altogether so well pleased by the arrangement. He did not like
+a rival, either in affection or talent, and he knew that both his Aunt
+and Uncle Clair loved Agnes, and also that she was a great deal cleverer
+with her pencil than himself, though she was very shy and nervous, and
+distrusted her own powers. However, the arrangement was the only one
+that seemed possible, and the very next day they all returned to London,
+Agnes and Eddie going in a four-wheeler with their aunt and uncle to
+Fitzroy Square, Bertie accompanying his Uncle Gregory to a splendid
+house in Kensington Gardens, where he was rather coldly received by his
+aunt and cousins, and informed that, for a time at least, it was to be
+his home.</p>
+
+<h4>CHAPTER V.&mdash;BERTIE BEGINS LIFE.</h4>
+
+<p>It was a long time before Eddie and Bertie Rivers could realise that
+Riversdale was no longer their home&mdash;that they were quite poor lads,
+dependent on the kindness of their relatives, and that if they wished to
+win fame and fortune, there was nothing for it but hard work. Bertie
+was the first to realise the great change in his position. Mr. Gregory
+was not unkind, but he was stern and cold, and after introducing him to
+the head clerk (who showed him a corner in the office where he might
+sit, and explained his work), Mr. Gregory took no more notice of him
+than of the other lads. After the first day, he found that he would have
+to go to the City by himself, and return alone; his uncle gave him a
+second-class season ticket, and desired him to catch the half-past eight
+train every morning. He also told him where he was to have his dinner,
+and for the first month desired one of the older clerks to see to him,
+and pay only a certain sum; then he was to return to Kensington at
+half-past five every evening, have his tea in the school-room, and read
+or amuse himself as best he could till bed-time. His aunt, he rarely
+saw; she was not up when he left in the morning, and always was either
+entertaining visitors at home or going out to parties in the evening.
+His two cousins were quite grown-up young ladies, who seldom
+condescended to notice the little office-boy, as they called him, and
+two other cousins, about his<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_97" id="Page_97">[Pg 97]</a></span> own age and Eddie's, were away at Eton. So
+that poor Bertie would not have had a very lively time, had he not
+possessed a wonderful capacity for enjoyment, and a perfect genius for
+finding occupation and amusement for himself. He had undisturbed
+possession of the deserted school-room, and before long it was a sort of
+little museum. He had a number of pets; then he begged corks from the
+butler, and manufactured ingenious flower-pots and stands, in which he
+grew dainty little mosses and ferns; he made cork frames for some of
+Agnes' pretty little pictures, and his grandest achievement was a boat
+that he built and rigged entirely himself. Often in the early mornings
+he would go for a walk as far into the country as he could, and
+sometimes, before going home in the evenings, he would have a run in the
+park, and those were all his pleasures. Mr. Gregory scarcely ever
+thought of him out of the office; there he always observed every one
+closely, and he saw that Bertie was quiet, attentive, industrious, and,
+best of all, quick: he never had to be told to do anything a second
+time. On Saturdays and Sundays he might go and see his brother, provided
+he returned in good time, for he dined with the family on Sundays; but
+Eddie was never invited to Gore House, and Uncle Clair was never
+mentioned without contempt. But to Bertie, the hours spent in the dingy
+old house in Fitzroy Square were the pleasantest of his life. He was too
+happy when he got there to notice that Eddie looked gloomy sometimes,
+but little Agnes was always sweet and happy, and Aunt Amy's welcome was
+worth anything.</p>
+
+<p>"How I do wish I could come and live here!" Bertie cried one wet
+afternoon, when they were all gathered round the fire in Mrs. Clair's
+old-fashioned parlour. "I should not mind being in the office a bit if I
+could see you all in the evenings; but it is dull at home!"</p>
+
+<p>"It's dull everywhere at times, dear," Aunt Amy said gently, remembering
+how very gloomy Eddie often looked. "You must try and make the best of
+it."</p>
+
+<p>"I do, auntie," Bertie replied; "and I suppose I won't have to live with
+Uncle Gregory always."</p>
+
+<p>"Gore House is pleasanter than Fitzroy Square, I think," Eddie said, a
+little crossly.</p>
+
+<p>"And Fitzroy Square is ever so much pleasanter than Mincing Lane,"
+Bertie replied. "Why, if you were in our office, Eddie, I don't know
+what would become of you! You would have to sit on a high stool all day,
+copying things into big books, or else copying things out of them. Then
+you have to add up columns of figures till your eyes ache, and if you
+are even one wrong, Mr. Wilson seems to know just by instinct. I
+wonder," Bertie added suddenly, "how many columns I shall have to add
+up, and how many ledgers fill with entries, before I begin to grow
+rich?"</p>
+
+<p>"I wonder how many pictures I'll have to paint before I begin to grow
+famous?" Eddie replied; and then, as Aunt Amy left the room, he jumped
+up impatiently. "I'll never be an artist, Bert, if Uncle Clair keeps me
+drawing lines and triangles and cubes. Any one can do them; I want to
+begin to paint!"</p>
+
+<p>"Then why don't you do just as Uncle Harry says; he knows best!" Bertie
+replied gravely. "I always do exactly as Uncle Gregory says, no matter
+what it is; and now it's time for me to go back. Oh, I forgot to tell
+you something: our cousins, Dick and Harry, are coming home in a few
+weeks; I'll bring them to see you. It won't be so bad when they come,
+but it is dull at home these long evenings."</p>
+
+<p>"It does me good to see Bertie: he's always so happy and cheerful," Aunt
+Amy said, after she had kissed him, and watched him a little way down
+the street. "I wish, Eddie dear, you would try to be contented and
+happy."</p>
+
+<p>"I do try, Aunt Amy, but I can't while I have to do so many unpleasant
+things," Eddie replied, drawing near her. One comfort was, he was always
+sure of ready sympathy from her, while Uncle Harry sometimes laughed at
+his fretful impatience. "If uncle would only let me begin a picture!"</p>
+
+<p>"All in good time, dear. Be patient, Eddie: that's the alphabet of art,
+and you must learn it; besides, Uncle Harry knows best, and remember,
+the sooner you master the alphabet the sooner you can begin to work.
+Just see how Agnes gets on!"</p>
+
+<p>Eddie flushed and hurried away. He would not for the world acknowledge
+it, but his cousin's success was the secret of Eddie's discontent. He
+could not bear to see Agnes do everything better than he did himself,
+and he was ashamed of his jealousy, instead of trying to overcome it. He
+had been just three months with his uncle, and every day he complained
+that he had done nothing; his uncle complained too, in a very kind,
+gentle way, that Eddie did not try, but he was far too easy-tempered and
+good-natured to be severe on Eddie, for he thought the poor lad had not
+become quite accustomed to his altered fortune. And in truth, Eddie did
+miss Riversdale, and his pony, and the other luxuries he had been
+accustomed to all his life; he had not the same happy temper as Bertie,
+and he often grieved his Aunt Amy by lamenting over his loss of fortune,
+and the gloomy view he took of the future. It was in vain that Agnes<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_98" id="Page_98">[Pg 98]</a></span>
+begged of him to do just the work that came to his hand, to listen
+attentively to Uncle Clair's instructions and explanations; in vain Aunt
+Amy entreated him fondly to be patient, and despise not the day of small
+things; Eddie sulked, grumbled, worst of all, idled, or worked
+indifferently, and kept on telling himself that he was misunderstood and
+undervalued, and would not be even allowed to show what he could do; for
+on that point at least Uncle Clair was firm: Eddie must learn to draw
+before he began to paint. But in spite of the mortifications of the
+studio, life was not all dull for Eddie. There were many pleasant
+mornings spent with his uncle in the National Gallery, where Mr. Clair
+pointed out the master-pieces of art, and spoke eloquently on their
+particular merits and beauties; and Eddie almost forgot himself and his
+own ambitious dreams in gazing on the wonderful productions of Titian,
+Sebastian, and Guido, for those three masters were his great favourites.
+Then there were pleasant hours in the British Museum, studying rare old
+prints and illuminations; visits to the numerous other picture
+galleries; and, best of all, pleasant hours in other artists' studios,
+where Eddie heard a good deal of discussion and criticism, and thought
+himself a very important person. Then there were pleasant evenings at
+home, when friends dropped in, and the conversation was still of art and
+artists, of "studies," "designs," "models," and other matters of
+absorbing interest to painters; and Uncle Clair would sit in his big
+easy-chair by the fire, and talk in his soft, pleasant voice of the
+picture he was going to paint for the Academy some day, when he got
+tired of portrait-painting. He would dwell upon his subject lovingly,
+describing it in minute detail, and then forget all about it, while some
+one else went and painted it, and won money and fame thereby. Being of
+an easy temper, and entirely devoid of ambition, Mr. Clair was unable to
+sympathise with Eddie's impatience; but though not enthusiastic about
+art, he had a thorough knowledge of its technicalities, and Eddie might
+have learned much from him if he would. Meantime, Agnes was studying
+hard and making wonderful progress, but her aunt one day observed that
+she was growing thin and pale again, and her sight becoming weaker; so
+the drawing-materials had to be laid aside, except for one hour a day,
+and then Agnes and Aunt Amy began visiting the picture-galleries too,
+and walking through the parks, and enjoying the bright, cold, frosty
+mornings out of doors, while Uncle Clair worked at his portraits, and
+Eddie too often sulked in the studio; and Bertie went to his office
+every day, and in spite of all his efforts, felt very dull and
+dispirited in the cold school-room during the long winter evenings,
+cheered only by the thought that his cousins would soon be home, and
+then he nothing doubted they would spend a great deal of their time with
+him; for of course he would have a good long holiday too.</p>
+
+
+<h4>CHAPTER VI.&mdash;A NEW ARRANGEMENT.</h4>
+
+<p>"Uncle Gregory, may I spend Christmas at Fitzroy Square?" Bertie said
+one morning before the holidays began; and Mr. Gregory looked at him
+curiously as he repeated his words.</p>
+
+<p>"Spend Christmas at Fitzroy Square? why? Are you not comfortable at Gore
+House?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, sir; but it's just a little too dull sometimes in the evenings,"
+Bertie replied, very humbly.</p>
+
+<p>"Hum! what do you do in the evenings?"</p>
+
+<p>"Nothing, sir."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, nothing! Well, you may go to Fitzroy Square if you like, and stay
+till&mdash;let me see&mdash;stay till the second of January." Bertie's heart gave
+a great bound, and his eyes fairly sparkled. "I always give my boys a
+present at Christmas," and Mr. Gregory placed two sovereigns in Bertie's
+hand, and positively smiled at him. "I'm very pleased with you, my lad,
+and when you return we will have a new arrangement. You shall have
+Dalton's place in my office, to help with the correspondence, and I'll
+pay you a small salary. You can never begin being independent too
+soon&mdash;and there may be other alterations," Mr. Gregory continued, "but
+we will speak of them when you return. Tuesday, the second of January,
+mind, and don't be late. You may go at once if you like."</p>
+
+<p>"Thank you, sir. Good-bye, uncle," Bertie said, with a radiant smile;
+and ten minutes after he was hurrying towards the Mansion House Station
+on his way back to Kensington, fairly hugging his two sovereigns. He was
+beginning to get rich already; never had he quite so much money of his
+own before, and as he hurried along, he began wondering what he should
+do with it. "I know," he said to himself, with a triumphant smile, as he
+leaned back in his corner: "I'll give Agnes ten shillings and Eddie ten,
+I'll keep ten for myself, and put ten in the savings' bank. Uncle
+Gregory says that the way to become rich is to save some of everything,
+no matter how little. Ten shillings won't do much towards getting back
+Riversdale, but it's a beginning. I hope Eddie has begun to save too."
+When he reached home, Bertie found his aunt and cousins just going out
+for a drive, and they all seemed a little surprised to see him.</p>
+
+<p>"What's the matter? is anything wrong?" Mrs. Gregory asked, stopping him
+in the hall.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_99" id="Page_99">[Pg 99]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"No, aunt; only I've got leave to spend the holidays at Fitzroy Square.
+Good-bye, aunt; good-bye, cousins," he added hastily, for he did not
+want to lose a moment.</p>
+
+<p>"Wait a moment, Bertie," Mrs. Gregory said, more kindly than she had
+ever spoken before; "John will drive you over in the dog-cart, and I
+must send your brother and cousin their Christmas gifts; and I hope you
+will enjoy yourself very much. Good-bye, my dear;" and Mrs. Gregory went
+into the dining-room to order a hamper of good things to be packed for
+Fitzroy Square, and then she selected from her enormous store of
+presents a workbox for Agnes, a capital volume for Eddie&mdash;though the
+book had been intended for her own Dick, but it would be easy to get
+another copy for him&mdash;and a knife for Bertie himself, that gladdened his
+heart for many a day. The truth is, that when Mrs. Gregory saw Bertie,
+her conscience smote her. She was not really unkind, but very
+thoughtless; and ever since her boys came from Eton she had entirely
+forgotten him. Had he been at home all day, he might perhaps have shared
+in their pleasures; as it was, he scarcely ever even saw them. When he
+returned from the City they were generally off to some place of
+entertainment, and arrived home barely in time for dinner; when that was
+over, they were off again, their mother never being tired of going about
+with her two handsome lads, while the equally handsome "office-boy"
+spent his evenings in the solitary school-room. Still, it should be
+said, she had not wilfully ignored and neglected Bertie, and when she
+saw how delighted he was to get away from Gore House, she felt naturally
+ashamed of herself, and resolved to be kinder to him when he came back,
+for he was really a very good, quiet boy, who never gave any trouble.
+Meantime she filled a hamper with dainties, packed up the presents, even
+sent her love to Uncle and Aunt Clair, and a very handsome card; and
+half-an-hour after Bertie was driving briskly through the park, looking
+proudly at the hamper and parcel, and wondering if there were so happy a
+boy in all London that bright, frosty day. Just as he turned into
+Fitzroy Square a sudden thought struck him: Aunt Amy and Uncle Clair had
+not invited him, did not even know he was coming, and the fact damped
+his spirits for a moment. But he laughed off the uneasy sensation. And
+before long he was flying up the steps; but ere he could reach the
+knocker, the door swung open, and he was in Aunt Amy's arms.</p>
+
+<p>"My dear, how glad I am to see you, and so are all of us!" she said,
+kissing him tenderly. "This is indeed a pleasant surprise for us,
+Bertie!"</p>
+
+<p>"I've come for ten days, auntie," he cried: "that is, if you will have
+me; but I never thought of asking you till I saw the house; but I may
+stay, may I not?"</p>
+
+<p>"Stay! I should think so. Why, child, I'm delighted!" and Aunt Amy
+kissed Bertie again, and then bustled out to see after his things; but
+John had already deposited them in the hall. Bertie forgot nothing but
+his own personal belongings. "I am so sorry," he cried, "but I've
+forgotten my things and my dressing-case. I was so excited, I really did
+not know what was doing."</p>
+
+<p>"I'll bring them over in the morning, Master Bertie," John said,
+good-naturedly, though he could not help wondering at his forgetting his
+wardrobe; but that was because he did not know Bertie, who never forgot
+his friends, or neglected a single living creature that he once
+undertook to care for.</p>
+
+<p>"What a delightful surprise this will be for Eddie and Agnes!" Mrs.
+Clair said, when they were alone in the parlour. "They are out for a
+walk with Uncle Harry. It was only this morning they were saying what
+gay times you would have at Gore House now your cousins are at home, and
+that you would not think of us; but I knew better, Bertie."</p>
+
+<p>"Why, Aunt Amy, I've scarcely ever spoken to my cousins: they're always
+out enjoying themselves; and I was longing to come here. Was it not good
+of Uncle Gregory to let me come, and give me such a long holiday? and
+look, auntie, two sovereigns for a Christmas present, and" (dragging in
+the hamper and parcel) "Aunt Gregory sent these&mdash;a workbox for Agnes,
+and a book for Eddie, and such a knife for me! And it was she told John
+to drive me over in the dog-cart. And, best news of all, when I go back
+to the office there's to be a new arrangement. I'm going into Uncle
+Gregory's private office and am to have a salary; think of that, Aunt
+Amy! I'm beginning to make my fortune already, and I dare say I'll be
+rich before very long, then Eddie and Agnes shall have Riversdale; but I
+think I'll be a merchant always, and perhaps be Lord Mayor of London
+some day, like Whittington, though instead of having a favourite cat
+I've only white mice!"</p>
+
+<p>Aunt Amy laughed almost as heartily as Bertie. It was good to see the
+boy's happy, honest face, and hear his cheery voice. Whatever Bertie
+Rivers undertook to do he certainly did with all his heart, and that was
+the true secret of his happiness. While they were still enjoying the
+idea of Bertie being a Lord Mayor, the door opened, and Uncle Clair,
+Agnes, and Eddie entered the room, and it was hard to say whether they
+were more amazed or pleased to see Bertie established there.</p>
+
+<h4>(<i>To be continued.</i>)</h4>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_100" id="Page_100">[Pg 100]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="THE_CHILDRENS_OWN_GARDEN_IN_AUGUST" id="THE_CHILDRENS_OWN_GARDEN_IN_AUGUST"></a>THE CHILDREN'S OWN GARDEN IN AUGUST.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 141px;">
+<img src="images/i088.jpg" width="141" height="250" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>Beds and borders which have been very showy and pretty from the latter
+part of May to the end of July will now have reached their highest stage
+of perfection. Such plants as geraniums, calceolarias, lobelias, &amp;c.,
+make an exceedingly small amount of growth all through the summer, but
+so soon as the dewy nights and often wet days of August and September
+arrive, they start into growth with the greatest of rapidity. This state
+of things is, of course, almost an infallible sign that the irksome
+labour of watering can be dispensed with. At the same time, the plants
+must on no account be allowed to flag from want of water, and this
+matter needs very careful attention; it will be often found, even after
+what seems to be a heavy shower of rain, that the earth is perfectly
+dust-dry half an inch under the surface. This circumstance is a most
+misleading one, and a valuable plant is quickly lost through neglecting
+to take necessary precautions.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>Whilst making the strong growth just mentioned, it will be very
+necessary to properly train the young shoots in such a manner as to
+ensure a neat and compact growth. All decaying vegetation, such as
+leaves, stems, &amp;c., must be promptly removed, and that before they cause
+other leaves, &amp;c., to become equally diseased. Nothing looks so
+excessively deplorable as to see what was at one time a neat bed of
+plants in a semi-rotten state. When a stem or leaf of a geranium becomes
+wholly or partly separated, it rapidly decays; hence the great
+importance of removing such before it becomes a mass of decomposition.
+It is the same with the fuchsia and many others. Hoeing and otherwise
+cleaning the surfaces of beds and borders must be carried out where
+practicable. Weeds and objectionable vegetation of all sorts should be
+removed to the rubbish-heap at the earliest possible moment, thereby
+securing a general tidy appearance to the place.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>Almost every day will occasion some new operation to be carried out, and
+all plants having a naturally rambling habit, such as petunias and
+verbenas, must be strictly kept within bounds by being pegged down. This
+can be done by using what are known as "verbena-pins," and these can be
+purchased at a cheap rate from any local seedsman, or may be easily made
+by converting pieces of galvanised or any thin wire into sizes and
+shapes identical with small hair-pins. Each shoot must be carefully
+secured close to the earth with one of these. It must be remembered that
+the young shoots are very tender, and that the least clumsy handling
+will destroy them. Hollyhocks and dahlias, and, indeed, all tall-growing
+herbaceous plants, will require very careful looking after, in the
+matter of tying and training more especially. Dahlias and hollyhocks are
+really the supreme ornaments of the garden during the latter part of the
+summer and throughout the autumnal months. The latter-named,
+unfortunately, is extremely liable to the attacks of a virulent form of
+fungoid disease, which rapidly destroys it. We know of no real
+preventative, and the only plan we can recommend is to select strong
+young plants, which<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_101" id="Page_101">[Pg 101]</a></span> are in no degree affected with it, and on the very
+first appearance of the disease to destroy all those infested.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>The rose&mdash;that "Queen of flowers"&mdash;will, in all probability, require
+attention; extra strong and gross-growing shoots may be cut back, and
+train all young growth with the view of securing not only a well-formed
+specimen, but also a robust growth. As a general rule, the training of
+roses must be left to a good practical gardener, but we strongly advise
+all our young friends to pay careful attention to what he does, and to
+the advice he gives, so that they may themselves at another time perform
+the necessary operations, with, of course, a considerable amount more
+pleasure. We may here remark that all young people must never be above
+taking hints and advice from gardeners, because the power to give such
+has been almost invariably acquired by long experience, and is given
+with the best of intentions. And, moreover, few things are more pleasing
+to a gardener than to see young folk taking a practical interest in his
+favourite pursuit.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>Cuttings may now be made of a great number of plants, and cold frames or
+shady spots in the garden may be utilised for growing them. As a rule,
+the separation should be made a little way under the joint. A cutting
+has been truly defined as a part of a plant with growing appendages at
+either end, and a space between to keep them sufficiently apart, so that
+one part shall be in the soil to form roots, and the other in the air
+to form leaves and stem. They are usually obtained from the young wood,
+and strike most freely in sand. It is easy to determine whether a shoot
+be in a proper state for making a cutting: bend it carefully back, and
+if it breaks or snaps it is in a right condition, and if it bends
+without snapping it is then too hard. The most general "cut" is a
+slanting one, but we have invariably found a level one both easiest made
+and quickest rooted. Whichever is done, let it be done with a sharp
+knife, and let the cut be "clean," not jagged&mdash;this is an important
+consideration.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>The kitchen-gardens of young folk will require but little attention
+during the month of August, although just the reverse is the case in
+large establishments. However, all the necessary weeding, raking, and
+hoeing should be done without fail. Seeds also may be now sown of cress,
+mustard, and radishes, but they must all be gathered when in a very
+young state. Seeds of the American Red-stone Turnip or other good sort
+can be sown in any odd piece of ordinary garden soil. Delicious little
+turnips will be produced in about five or six weeks very easily, if a
+small amount of care is given, the chief requirements being water when
+the weather is dry, thinning-out where they come up very close together,
+and keeping thoroughly clear of weeds&mdash;mere matters of detail, which
+require but little time to carry out, and which will ensure a very good
+crop of a most desirable vegetable.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="JEMMYS_AND_MY_ADVENTURE" id="JEMMYS_AND_MY_ADVENTURE"></a>JEMMY'S AND MY ADVENTURE.</h2>
+
+<h3><i>By the Author of "Claimed at Last" &amp;c.</i></h3>
+
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;">
+<img src="images/i091.jpg" width="400" height="264" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>Jemmy was five, I seven&mdash;two quaint little people we must have looked,
+as we trotted out through the lengthening shadows from the old Manor
+Farmhouse, where we had been sojourning with our grandmother and Uncle
+John, all the summer-time. Now August was fast glowing itself away
+towards September, and all was rich, ripe grain, happy toiling and
+mirth, in the far-stretching fields. Out from the old flower-wreathed
+porch we both of us trudged, and away on an expedition of our own.</p>
+
+<p>"We mustn't be idle&mdash;the bees are not idle, are they?" piped Jemmy,
+turning to watch the bees working in the flower-beds. And I responded&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>"No, nor are we idle if we try to be busy."</p>
+
+<p>"And seeing other folk work is like working ourselves, isn't it?"
+reasoned Jemmy.</p>
+
+<p>"And picking flowers for grandmamma is real work," was my complacent
+rejoinder, pressing the wooden basket I carried closer to my side, and
+thinking myself a very industrious little woman.</p>
+
+<p>Away on the downs, all beautiful colours were chasing each other among
+the sunbeams, and the trees waved overhead, as if they liked to fan all
+the busy toilers on the earth. And by the old beech-tree, at the
+cross-roads, we met Uncle John.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_102" id="Page_102">[Pg 102]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"Well," was his greeting; "where do you two midges think you're off to?"</p>
+
+<p>"I'm going to look after the harvest folk," quoth Jemmy, with a swagger.</p>
+
+<p>"And I'm going to gather flowers for grandmamma&mdash;and we're not midges,
+uncle," said I, with a girl's protest.</p>
+
+<p>"Ah! what are you, then, little fluffy hair?" was his smiling reply,
+putting back my yellow curls from my forehead with his finger.</p>
+
+<p>"Two busy people that don't like to be idle."</p>
+
+<p>"Ah! well, go on, you make-believes; mind and be home by sundown, and
+don't lose yourselves." Thus he admonished us; then he went his way, and
+we ours.</p>
+
+<p>"Sundown is a long time, isn't it, Nell?" remarked Jemmy; "and we're not
+such sillies as to lose ourselves."</p>
+
+<p>"No; uncle doesn't know how wise we are," I answered; and then we
+travelled on all through the rich, ripe harvest-glory of cornfields.</p>
+
+<p>But the harvest folk seemed very far off; the silent fields lay basking
+in the sunshine, with the lengthening shadows stretching athwart them,
+some with the golden grain cut and ready for carting, some still
+standing awaiting the sickle. But no happy toilers were to be seen. Yes,
+we alighted upon one, a lad sitting manufacturing a whistle-pipe, and
+watching some sheep wandering in a field, where the wheat had been
+reaped and gleaned.</p>
+
+<p>"Where are the harvest folk?" questioned Jemmy, with dignity.</p>
+
+<p>"Harvest folk, young sir! That's a wide question, 'cause them's
+everywhere," replied the lad, with a grin.</p>
+
+<p>"I don't see them," was the reply.</p>
+
+<p>"I'm a harvest folk, and so is them&mdash;them's havin' their harvest,"
+saying which the boy jerked his thumb in the direction of the sheep.</p>
+
+<p>"They're not folk, they are sheep," dissented Jemmy, with scorn.</p>
+
+<p>"Well, follow your noses, youngsters;' and you'll find some harvest
+folk, if ye go far enough."</p>
+
+<p>"He's a great rude boy, Nell, come away," quoth Jemmy to me, taking my
+hand, and boy-like leading me on. And as we went we met a mite of a boy
+of about Jemmy's age, with a small bundle of corn on his shoulder, like
+a miniature man.</p>
+
+<p>"Are you come from the harvest people?" asked Jemmy.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes," was the child's reply.</p>
+
+<p>"And where are they?"</p>
+
+<p>"I don't know; ever so far away. I'm carrying home mother's corn." With
+that the little man trudged on his way, and we went flitting here and
+there, I picking corn-flowers, and Jemmy looking for fat toads and
+shrews. And all the while our shadows standing by our sides warned us of
+what would befall us ere long.</p>
+
+<p>"I think," said I, presently, "that I'll sit down here by these sheaves
+awhile;" but ere we had bent our tired little limbs, out flew a
+beautiful bird from their midst, all blue and gold, and many other tints
+intermingling to our imaginative eyes, viewing it in the sunlight.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, Nell, what a beauty!" cried Jemmy, and hand in hand we drew near to
+admire it, as it poised itself in mid air over our heads. To our
+childish fancy it was a stranger bird, a wanderer from some foreign
+clime.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, if I could sketch it!" I sighed.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, if I could catch it!" cried more matter-of-fact Jemmy; and then, as
+the bird flew away, we followed it as if we were charmed, spell-bound.</p>
+
+<p>Away and away, across the fields, up the steep hill-side, our backs to
+the sun, our faces&mdash;ah, me! that pretty bird led us far astray; and now
+we were in the copse, on the sloping hill-side. Thus our bird had wiled
+us on; we heard it sing to us, as in merry laughter, as we wandered here
+and there seeking it in the shady tangle, but we never found it, nor
+caught a glimpse of it; we saw it wing its way thither, and that was
+all. When we emerged upon the open downs again, the sun had set, the
+cornfields below looked dim and gloomy, as if something were lost, dead,
+and over the wild waste of downs, shadows were creeping and crawling.
+And oh, how our little legs ached! We were fain to sit down and rest
+awhile. What was worse, we had turned and twisted, and gone hither and
+thither, till we did not know in what direction lay our home. We rose
+and turned to right and left, east, west, north, and south, but those
+dark, deepening shadows seemed to be creeping after us, and monsters
+came crawling and stealing up the hill-side, and went we knew not
+whither. Then a mist gathered over, not deep and blinding, but just
+enough to make everything look unreal and terrible to us small, lonely
+creatures.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, Jemmy, what is that?" cried I, as a great, dark something loomed
+near us.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, I don't know," said he, in a frightened whisper; but he threw his
+arm about me, his boy-nature strong within him.</p>
+
+<p>Then the wind swept cold and bleak, bringing with it a low growl&mdash;at
+least so it sounded to our poor frightened senses, and we fairly clung
+to each other.</p>
+
+<p>"That's wolves!" moaned Jemmy, while that great threatening something at
+our side seemed to fade away, others stealing up and taking its place.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 376px;">
+<img src="images/i094.jpg" width="376" height="500" alt="IN THE HARVEST FIELD.
+
+&quot;JEMMY&#39;S AND MY ADVENTURE&quot; (p. 102)." title="" />
+<span class="caption">IN THE HARVEST FIELD.
+
+&quot;JEMMY&#39;S AND MY ADVENTURE&quot; (p. <a href="#Page_102">102</a>).</span>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_103" id="Page_103">[Pg 103]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"Wolves don't live in England," said I.</p>
+
+<p>"They did when little William was a boy," returned Jemmy, and I, as I
+remembered the tragic story of the little woodman and his dog C&aelig;sar,
+felt that we too, for aught we knew, were to pass through a time of
+terror, as did he.</p>
+
+<p>In an instant the incidents of that story rose before me like living
+pictures. The death of little William's father, his cruel brothers
+banding together, and taking him three days' journey into the forest,
+just to be free of him, to let him die of hunger or what not, shutting
+up his only friend, his trusty dog C&aelig;sar, at home. Their stealing away
+on the third night while he slept, his awakening, his long, weary
+waiting for their return during the day, his terror at nightfall. Then I
+saw him praying, as the weird sounds of the wood made his little heart
+quake. Then followed the unmistakable howl of the wolves, his flight
+hither and thither, his climbing a tree to be safe from the hideous
+animals, and his seeing a light while there. Next, I saw him rushing
+toward it, a wolf on his track, the glare of fiery eyes behind him, the
+pat of feet, the panting breath; the river which barred his progress,
+and stayed his flying, stumbling, uncertain feet; the leaping of the
+animal on his back, which proved to be his dear little dog C&aelig;sar, broke
+loose from home, and come to find him; C&aelig;sar's fight with a wolf which
+followed, and, oh, joy! his coming upon his grandmother's cottage, to
+home and safety. Tears rushed to my eyes as it all rose before me.</p>
+
+<p>"Let us hide away in the copse," said I, for I fancied that growling,
+wailing sound came sweeping up to us from over the downs.</p>
+
+<p>"I think if we could get out on the other side, that would be our way
+home," said I to my wee brother, as we groped and threaded our way.</p>
+
+<p>But the other side of the copse was like this side, a tangle, a mystery;
+we were like two birds caught in a net. We sat down and cried bitterly.</p>
+
+<p>And now there was a stirring among the bushes, and that howling,
+moaning, fearful sound seemed now upon us, now afar, till it lost itself
+in space. Crash, crash, crash, came something through the brambles and
+bushes, and, as by instinct, we leaped to our feet and ran. None but a
+child knows a child's terror: so weak, so puny, so unaccustomed to rely
+on itself for protection, for a means to escape from danger and peril.
+Hand in hand, we rushed forward like the wandering babes in the wood;
+now we fell, tripped up by a root of a tree; now that moan swept over
+us, that terrible moan more like a roar, and we were on our feet,
+scudding on as before.</p>
+
+<p>On, on, still on&mdash;glancing over my shoulder, what did I espy but two
+fiery eyes gleaming through the darkness, as did poor hapless William,
+and the rush of some eager animal bent on prey, which would not be
+driven back, came distinct and clear. I did not tell Jemmy what my
+startled eyes beheld, but hurried him on, on&mdash;whither?</p>
+
+<p>Now came the pant, pant of the creature's breath, and now&mdash;as in the
+story of little William&mdash;there stretched before us a stream of water.
+What could we do?</p>
+
+<p>I glanced behind me as we halted by the river in front, into which we
+had well-nigh rushed.</p>
+
+<p>Ah! those burning eyes were upon us, so to speak, the creature's breath
+fanned my cheek. Now his paws were on my shoulders to tear me down. I
+shrieked as to some unknown hand to save me, and Jemmy belaboured him
+with a stick he caught up in desperation. But the beast did not bite me,
+only whined out his joy, and licked my face. It was Ben, Uncle John's
+old dog Ben; and oh, joy! there was Uncle John himself bearing down upon
+us, like some giant in the gloom.</p>
+
+<p>"Well, you youngsters, what have you to say for yourselves to Ben and
+me?" so he questioned, as we clung tightly to him, each holding a hand.</p>
+
+<p>"Uncle," said I, after I had kissed the dear old dog, and Jemmy had
+caressed him, "uncle, did you hear anything growling all about? We did,
+and thought 'twas wolves, same as little William heard."</p>
+
+<p>"No, Nell, I heard no sound of wolves&mdash;how could I when there are no
+wolves to hear? That was the wind you heard, little one," was the reply.</p>
+
+<p>"And we saw great monsters that crawled, and crept, and frightened us
+ever so much," I told him, with a quaver in my voice.</p>
+
+<p>"That was the mist wreathing and curling, which your frightened little
+hearts made monsters of. But come, you've not answered my question&mdash;what
+have you to say to Mr. Ben and me for leading us this long dance?"</p>
+
+<p>"It was a bird's fault, uncle," said I, true to my sex in making my
+excuse, "a dear, lovely bird, which flew away in here, and we followed
+it, and so&mdash;and so we forgot and were lost."</p>
+
+<p>"Ah! children," said Uncle John, as he led us home, one on either side
+of him, I wearing uncle's pocket-handkerchief on my head, knotted into
+something like a turban, Ben trotting on before&mdash;"Ah, children, little
+feet shouldn't wander far from home; little heads shouldn't think
+themselves overwise; and little things like pretty birds shouldn't make
+small people forget their uncle's command to be home before sundown.
+Now, if you will only just get home by moondown, 'twill do very well."</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_104" id="Page_104">[Pg 104]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="MORNINGS_AT_THE_ZOO" id="MORNINGS_AT_THE_ZOO"></a>MORNINGS AT THE ZOO.</h2>
+
+
+<h3>VII.&mdash;ABOUT THE BATS.</h3>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;">
+<img src="images/i099.jpg" width="400" height="285" alt="HEAD OF BARBASTELLE BAT." title="" />
+<span class="caption">HEAD OF BARBASTELLE BAT.</span>
+</div>
+
+<p>Perhaps none of the inmates of the Zoological Gardens, London, cause
+such serious disappointment as the Bats. Indeed, it may fairly be
+questioned whether one half of the visitors are aware that the Gardens
+contain specimens of these really interesting animals. The fact is, the
+creatures do not obtrude themselves upon any person's notice, and those
+who do not know their whereabouts, but want to see them, might spend a
+day in vainly looking for them, unless they invoked the aid of one of
+the keepers. Yet the bats are often enough discovered quite by accident
+where they are least expected. Their cages will be found in the
+monkey-house, screened from the light by a blind. Raise the blind and
+you will observe them hanging by their hind feet, with their wings
+wrapped round them like a cloak. They are no doubt asleep, but the
+raising of the screen may rouse some of them, who will turn their wee
+sharp noses and bright eyes towards the inquisitive stranger, and utter
+a little "cheeping" cry of complaint at having their repose disturbed.
+Night being the season of their activity, the bats do not favourably
+impress the casual visitor. After the Gardens have closed, however, they
+get more lively, though the smallness of their domicile prevents them
+from flying. They crawl about their cages and fight for the titbits of
+food. Tame bats may be trained to display some amount of fondness for
+their keeper. If set free they will creep about his person and get on to
+his shoulder and lick his face like a dog.</p>
+
+<p>Until the time of the illustrious Linn&aelig;us the bats had been more or less
+a puzzle both to scientific folk and to common people. The general
+notion was that they were a kind of bird with wings of skin, while the
+German name for the creature, <i>Fledermaus</i>, or fluttering mouse, points
+to another opinion that they were neither bird nor beast, but a mixture
+of both. Other delusions remained in force up to a recent period. "Blind
+as a bat," is an old saying so much the reverse of fact, that it is not
+easy to explain how it ever obtained currency among people who had seen
+the animal. So far from being afflicted with blindness, they are, says
+Mr. Dallas, "furnished with very efficient eyes, although, in most
+cases, these are little bead-like organs, very unlike the eyes usually
+seen in animals whose activity is nocturnal."</p>
+
+<p>Nevertheless bats are not dependent upon their eyesight for a means of
+getting about in the dark. They are able to fly with great speed and
+accuracy, to avoid obstacles, and to enter small holes without making
+the least mistake. Experiments have shown that this singular power of
+direction is due to a remarkable development of the sense of touch
+especially to be found in their great expanse of wing. Further, these
+animals possess large ears and curious nostrils, some of which are
+leaf-like formations of the most extraordinary description. These skin
+growths are all supposed to have reference to the skill with which the
+creatures wing their way in the darkest caves.</p>
+
+<p>As regards diet their wants are simple. Most bats feed on insects which
+they catch on the wing; some of them eat fruit; and a few enjoy a bad
+name because they suck the blood of other animals. Of these last are the
+so-called vampire bats, respecting which it used to be said that they
+fanned their victim with their wings while they sucked its life's blood.
+Though it is quite true that horses and cattle in South America are
+attacked by some bats, this hideous tale is altogether fabulous.</p>
+
+<p>In considering the habits of these queer beings we shall confine
+ourselves to the fruit-eaters, to which the bats in the Zoo belong. In
+their native haunts the flying foxes, as they are called, are terribly
+destructive creatures. In Ceylon they hang upon some trees in such
+numbers that the branches often give way beneath their weight. While
+hovering round the trees stripping them of their fruit, the beating of
+their broad wings creates quite a hum. In the forenoon they take a
+"constitutional," just for a little exercise, and to air and dry their
+fur after the dews of the early morning. Then they return to the
+shadiest nook they can find till nightfall. Sometimes an attempt is made
+by its fellows to plunder a bat before it can manage to retire to a safe
+and snug retreat where it may enjoy its dinner in peace and quiet. Then
+fighting takes place, during which they tear one another with their
+hooks, screaming angrily the while. At last the would-be victim
+contrives to escape by flight to a distant spot, where in hot haste it
+devours its fruit. When the flying foxes drink, they lap by hanging head
+downwards from a branch over the water. Some of the Indian fruit bats,
+according to Mr.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_105" id="Page_105">[Pg 105]</a></span> Francis Day, "often pass the night partaking of the
+toddy from the chatties in the cocoa-nut trees, which results either in
+their returning home in the early morning in a state of extreme and
+riotous intoxication, or in being found the next day at the foot of the
+trees sleeping off the effects of their midnight drinking." These
+"chatties," I may explain, are bowls containing various liquors
+belonging to natives, which are placed in the trees to keep them cool.</p>
+
+<p>The margined fruit bat&mdash;so called from the white border that surrounds
+its ears&mdash;works great mischief in the plantations upon which it feeds.
+They will fly as many as thirty or forty miles and back the same night
+in search of food. It is a greedy animal, individuals kept in captivity
+seeming to be always eating. The fruit bats are found in Asia, Africa,
+and Australia.</p>
+
+<p>Many readers have doubtless seen bats in the course of their evening
+walks, and it may, therefore, be worth while to remind them that British
+bats&mdash;the long-eared and the barbastelle bats, for example,&mdash;feed upon
+insects. The blood-suckers, again, do not appear to belong to any other
+country but South America. All the fruit-eaters are, comparatively
+speaking, big bats. In size they range from the Great Kalong, the
+largest of all bats, which measures fourteen inches long, and has a wing
+expansion of upwards of four feet, to the dwarf long-tongued fruit bat,
+which is only from two and a half to three inches in length, with an
+expanse of wing of from eight to ten inches. The conditions of existence
+in the Zoo at present entirely prevent the captive bats from ever having
+an opportunity of doing justice to themselves. Perhaps at some date,
+more or less distant, they may be accommodated with a cage roomy enough
+to enable them to use their wings freely, and otherwise to display their
+powers.</p>
+
+
+<p class="right"><span class="smcap">James A. Manson</span>.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="A_GAME_OF_CRICKET_IN_ELFLAND" id="A_GAME_OF_CRICKET_IN_ELFLAND"></a>A GAME OF CRICKET IN ELFLAND.</h2>
+
+<h3>A FAIRY STORY.</h3>
+
+
+<p>It was a large gander, and it seemed to be a fierce gander, for it
+hissed loudly when Felix waved a switch before it, and pointed his
+finger at it crying, "Bohoo, bohoo, you goosey gander."</p>
+
+<p>It was not very polite, and the gander seemed to grow more and more
+angry, and yet it would not leave Felix. At length Felix still pointing
+at the gander, said&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Goosey, goosey, gander,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whither shall we wander,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Up the hill, or through the vale,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or in the pinewoods yonder."<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>And to his great surprise the gander drew in his head, and replied
+promptly&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>"Pinewoods."</p>
+
+<p>And a goose in the distance cried out&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>"Make haste then."</p>
+
+<p>Felix dropped the switch, put his hands in his pockets, and stared at
+both the birds.</p>
+
+<p>"Come," said the gander, spreading out his wings; "get on my back, and</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i6">Away we'll sail<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Down the river in the vale,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Away to the pinewoods, away, away."<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>Splash, splash, such a spluttering in the water, and Felix, holding on
+by the gander's neck, shivered as the water touched him, for it was very
+cold; which much surprised him, as the day was hot, and the sun was
+shining.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 450px;">
+<img src="images/i103.jpg" width="450" height="296" alt="IT HISSED LOUDLY." title="" />
+<span class="caption">IT HISSED LOUDLY.</span>
+</div>
+
+<p>How large the gander had grown! he had seemed a large gander before, but
+now he seemed quite monstrous. And the river grew wider, and the trees
+appeared to reach the sky, and the flags and bulrushes were like young
+palm-trees, and the flowers shot up to a great size. There was one clump
+of lilies of the valley much taller than Felix, and quite overshadowing
+a girl in a large<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_106" id="Page_106">[Pg 106]</a></span> cap with a blue ribbon in it, who seemed to be
+gathering some flowers growing in the water.</p>
+
+<p>As Felix approached the bank the lily bells swayed to and fro with a
+melodious sound as if bells of the purest silver were ringing.</p>
+
+<p>"Welcoming us to Elfland," observed the gander.</p>
+
+<p>"Isn't it the Pinewood?" asked Felix.</p>
+
+<p>"It's all the same," answered the gander.</p>
+
+<p>"Who is the little girl? She is coming to speak to us."</p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 233px;">
+<img src="images/i104.jpg" width="233" height="500" alt="&quot;THE LILY-BELLS SWAYED.&quot;" title="" />
+<span class="caption">&quot;THE LILY-BELLS SWAYED.&quot;</span>
+</div>
+
+<p>"Little girl, indeed," returned the gander contemptuously; "it's the
+Pine Queen; she has been asking you to come for weeks, but you took no
+notice of her. She sent messages by the swallows and the blackbirds, and
+the butterflies, and the grasshopper, but you did not heed them."</p>
+
+<p>"I never heard them," said Felix, somewhat bewildered.</p>
+
+<p>"Of course not; boys never do; they are always thinking of toys and
+games, and tarts and plum-cake, and the birds and butterflies speak to
+them in vain."</p>
+
+<p>"I don't understand," said Felix.</p>
+
+<p>"Of course not, but now," said the gander, suddenly rising in the water
+and flapping his wings; "having done my duty in bringing you here, I
+leave you to take care of yourself."</p>
+
+<p>So saying he tossed Felix off his back to the bank, at the feet of the
+Pine Queen.</p>
+
+<p>As Felix looked at the Pine Queen he noticed that she was dressed in
+silk and satin, and that her cap had turned into a crown of diamonds,
+and that she had diamond buckles on her shoes, and that she seemed very
+glittering and dazzling altogether.</p>
+
+<p>She looked at Felix, and then said&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Two little maidens winding wool all day,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If you want to see them please to walk this way."<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>"I don't care about seeing them," said Felix, who thought this a very
+odd way of beginning a conversation; nevertheless he followed the Pine
+Queen along the path through the trees.</p>
+
+<p>It was very pleasant, the great straight pines with their tufted
+branches, and the sun sending slanting rays of gold through them; whilst
+the wild strawberries shone like heaps of rubies at his feet. Wonderful
+birds and butterflies were darting hither and thither amongst the
+loveliest flowers. And on a grassy nook not far from a waterfall he
+perceived some white marble steps on which two little girls sat. The one
+was holding a great skein of wool, and the other was winding it. There
+was a great heap of wool of all colours on the ground.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"We wind, we wind till we've wound enough<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of wool a hundred balls to stuff."<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>sang the little maidens.</p>
+
+<p>"What for?" asked Felix.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"For cricket-balls we work away,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With which pine-cricket players play."<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>sang the maidens.</p>
+
+<p>"But cricket-balls should be hard," said Felix.</p>
+
+<p>"Not in Elfland," answered the Pine Queen, smiling; "it's a different
+game altogether; we hit 'soft' instead of 'hard,' and our bats are
+brushes, and we make no scores."</p>
+
+<p>"It must be a queer game," said Felix.</p>
+
+<p>"<i>We</i> think it a much better game than yours," answered the Queen, "pads
+are never wanted; and there are no wickets, and no one is ever caught
+out."</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 637px;">
+<img src="images/i105.jpg" width="637" height="500" alt="&quot;HE PERCEIVED ... TWO LITTLE GIRLS.&quot;" title="" />
+<span class="caption">&quot;HE PERCEIVED ... TWO LITTLE GIRLS.&quot;</span>
+</div>
+
+<p>"How funny!" exclaimed Felix; "I should not<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_107" id="Page_107">[Pg 107]</a></span> care to play at such a
+game."</p>
+
+<p>The Queen made no answer, and they walked on until they met a girl with
+a pail of water, who curtseyed respectfully.</p>
+
+<p>"She's going to wash the cricket-ground," explained the Pine Queen.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh!" said Felix, which was all that he could say, for the fact was
+everything seemed so very strange to him.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Scour the ground, mop it, and dry it with care,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Sprinkle it over with Eau-de-Cologne.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Roses in flower-pots put round here and there,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And the roses must all be full-blown."<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 210px;">
+<img src="images/i106.jpg" width="210" height="350" alt="&quot;THEY MET A GIRL WITH A PAIL.&quot;" title="" />
+<span class="caption">&quot;THEY MET A GIRL WITH A PAIL.&quot;</span>
+</div>
+
+<p>The eyes of Felix grew rounder and rounder, as the Pine Queen gave these
+directions, and he rubbed them to be quite certain that he was awake.</p>
+
+<p>"<i>We</i> roll and mow the grass," he half whispered.</p>
+
+<p>"<i>We</i> scour, and mop, and dry, and polish," murmured the Queen.</p>
+
+<p>"<i>We</i> play with bats," Felix went on.</p>
+
+<p>"<i>We</i> play with brushes," continued the Queen; "and here is one of our
+players in full costume."</p>
+
+<p>Felix glanced round, but he only saw a boy who looked like a street
+sweeper, with a hand-brush in one hand and a broom in the other. He had
+on a sailor's hat, and he touched the brim of it with the broom-handle,
+as a salutation to the Queen.</p>
+
+<p>"Queer, queerer, queerest!" thought Felix.</p>
+
+<p>"Are you a good brusher?" asked the boy, suddenly; "can you brush the
+balls well?"</p>
+
+<p>Felix stared at him.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh!" said the boy; "I thought you would be sure to be a good
+cricketer."</p>
+
+<p>"So I am," returned Felix; "I am a good batter. I've got a prize bat."</p>
+
+<p>The boy burst out laughing, so did some magpies and squirrels. So did
+the streamlet that was running along so fast. Even the little fishes
+popped up their heads and laughed&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>"Haha! haha! hoho! hoho!"</p>
+
+<p>There was such a noise that Felix had to ask several times before he got
+an answer.</p>
+
+<p>"What are they laughing at?"</p>
+
+<p>"At you," answered the boy.</p>
+
+<p>"It's very rude of them," said Felix, taking up a stone to throw at the
+magpies, which were chattering.</p>
+
+<p>"Don't, don't," said the stone. "I don't want to hurt any one."</p>
+
+<p>Felix, in his surprise, dropped the stone, and it fell to the ground,
+saying&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>"Thank you! thank you!"</p>
+
+<p>"Queer, queerer, queerest!" said Felix to himself. But the Pine Queen
+knew what he was saying, for she said&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>"Wait till you have seen the practice." Felix rubbed his eyes again, for
+though the sun was shining, there was certainly snow upon the ground,
+and the two little players, who stood with brush and ball in their
+hands, were clad in warm coats and gloves and winter boots, which Felix
+thought must prevent their running well. The girl had a scarlet feather
+in her felt hat, and the boy a long blue tassel hanging from his velvet
+cap. The girl was raising her brush to ward off the ball that the boy
+was about to throw.</p>
+
+<p>"Isn't it pretty?" said the Pine Queen&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Throw, throw, hit, hit!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">No danger, not a bit."<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>But Felix was thinking about "Scour, mop, and dry it," as he looked at
+the snow-covered patch of land.</p>
+
+<p>"Ah!" continued the Pine Queen, divining his thoughts, "snow is soft, so
+that if the players fall it does not hurt them. But there is no snow to
+be seen when the regular game begins."</p>
+
+<p>And the Queen waved a rose that she held in her hand, and in a moment
+the scene was changed, and Felix saw before him a smooth piece of lawn
+that looked like shining velvet. The flower-pots with full-blown roses
+were there, so was the girl with the pail and the player with the long
+broom, looking quite hot, as if they had been at work for hours.</p>
+
+<p>"A good morning's work," observed the Queen. "See how neat it is."</p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 232px;">
+<img src="images/i107.jpg" width="232" height="300" alt="&quot;HE ONLY SAW A BOY ... LIKE A STREET-SWEEPER.&quot;" title="" />
+<span class="caption">&quot;HE ONLY SAW A BOY ... LIKE A STREET-SWEEPER.&quot;</span>
+</div>
+
+<p>Felix grew more and more perplexed. How could they scour and sweep under
+the snow? And how did the flower-pots get there, and the players; for
+the ground was all covered with the pine-wood cricket-players,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_108" id="Page_108">[Pg 108]</a></span> dressed
+in the gayest and airiest of costumes. Half had brushes and half had
+balls. And the balls were flying here and there, and if the players hit
+them so that they rose in the air, they burst, and butterflies of the
+loveliest colours issued forth; whilst if the balls fell to the ground,
+frogs innumerable hopped out of them, and making their way to the banks
+of the river, sat there singing in a most delightful manner.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 450px;">
+<img src="images/i108.jpg" width="450" height="267" alt="&quot;THE GIRL WAS RAISING HER BRUSH&quot; (p. 107)." title="" />
+<span class="caption">&quot;THE GIRL WAS RAISING HER BRUSH&quot; (p. <a href="#Page_107">107</a>).</span>
+</div>
+
+<p>Yet, sweet as it was, the music seemed to confuse him as much as the
+game, which grew every moment more and more intricate; the players,
+brandishing their brushes, flew round, and the balls flashed about, and
+at last all that Felix could see was a mass of dazzling rainbow colours
+whirling past him.</p>
+
+<p>All at once he heard a loud hissing, and he saw the large gander
+waddling up from the river; and beside him was the little girl with the
+large cap with the blue bow in it, and she held out her hand, saying&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>"Good-bye, Felix. Come and see us again."</p>
+
+<p>"That I will," replied Felix.</p>
+
+<p>But he never did.</p>
+
+<p>For from that day he never saw the gander again; nor could he ever find
+the way to the pine-forest, though he fancied he had remembered it quite
+well; nor did he ever see the game of brush-cricket played again.</p>
+
+<p>Sometimes he even doubted whether he had been to Pineland, and had seen
+the wonderful game.</p>
+
+<p>"But yet," said he, "if I had not seen it, how should I know anything
+about the forest and the Pine Queen? and how should I know how
+brush-cricket is played?"</p>
+
+<p>And how should he?</p>
+
+
+<p class="right"><span class="smcap">Julia Goddard</span>.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="HARVEST_DAYS" id="HARVEST_DAYS"></a>HARVEST DAYS.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Over the cornfield fell the sunlight,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And turned all the stubble to gold,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And 'neath the pale cloud-shades of evening<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Deep crimson and purple unrolled.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The gleaners were busily gleaning<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The yellow corn scattered around;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The waggons, all heavily laden,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Were tracing with furrows the ground.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The farmer stood lazily viewing<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The harvesting in of his wheat,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His daughters were standing beside him,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">His faithful dog lay at his feet.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">There came by a shy little gleaner,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Flaxen-headed, with eyes bright and blue,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the farmer smiled down, "Little maiden,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Come here&mdash;here's a gleaning for you."<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_109" id="Page_109">[Pg 109]</a></span></div></div>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 385px;">
+<img src="images/i110.jpg" width="385" height="500" alt="THE GLEANER. (See p. 108.)" title="" />
+<span class="caption">THE GLEANER. (See p. <a href="#Page_108">108</a>.)</span>
+</div><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_110" id="Page_110">[Pg 110]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">He pulled from the waggon an armful<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Of corn; and the gleaner's eyes gleamed:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She dimpled, she flushed, and she curtsied,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Such a great golden treasure it seemed.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Ay, sowing, and reaping, and harvest,"<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The farmer soft spake as she passed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And he thought of earth's sowing and reaping,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And the harvest that must come at last.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="LITTLE_MARGARETS_KITCHEN_AND_WHAT_SHE_DID_IN_IT_VIII" id="LITTLE_MARGARETS_KITCHEN_AND_WHAT_SHE_DID_IN_IT_VIII"></a>LITTLE MARGARET'S KITCHEN, AND WHAT SHE DID IN IT.&mdash;VIII.</h2>
+
+<h3><i>By</i> <span class="smcap">Phillis Browne</span>, <i>Author of "A Year's Cookery," "What Girls can Do,"
+&amp;c.</i></h3>
+
+
+<p>When Margaret and Mary entered the kitchen on the day on which the
+children were to learn how to bake meat, they found Mrs. Herbert already
+there. As usual, everything was laid ready for them. The meat was on a
+dish, the tins and various utensils were clean and bright, and there was
+a clear bright fire, while a general feeling of warmth and comfort
+pervaded everything, which was very agreeable, as it was a cold day.</p>
+
+<p>"You have cleared out the flues properly and cleaned the oven for us, I
+hope, cook," said Mrs. Herbert.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh yes, ma'am; it is all as it should be," replied cook, with a
+satisfied look as she watched Mrs. Herbert open the oven door, glance
+quickly in all the corners, put her hand inside for a moment to test the
+heat, then draw it out, and shut the oven door once more.</p>
+
+<p>"That is well," said Mrs. Herbert. "Now remember, children, when you are
+going to bake meat, the first thing you have to look after is the
+condition of the oven. If the soot has not been swept away from the back
+and round about, your oven will not heat satisfactorily, no matter how
+much coal you pile on the fire; and if the shelves are dirty, that is,
+if a little syrup from the last pie which was baked in it, or splashes
+of fat from the last joint, are left to burn on the shelves, the meat
+will taste unpleasantly, and very likely be indigestible also."</p>
+
+<p>"But we cannot prevent syrup boiling over," said Margaret.</p>
+
+<p>"Perhaps not; but you can scrape off what was spilt before it has time
+to burn on the shelves, and you can clean out thoroughly, and wash the
+shelves with weak vinegar and water, to make them fresh and sweet. We
+very often hear people say they do not like baked meat, because it
+tastes of the oven."</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, I have often heard them say so," said Margaret.</p>
+
+<p>"Ah! This remark would not be made so frequently as it is if cooks were
+careful to keep the oven <i>perfectly</i> clean. Cleanliness is most
+important in all cookery, and never more so than with regard to an
+oven."</p>
+
+<p>"What is that little iron slide which you pushed in when you opened the
+oven, mother?" said Margaret.</p>
+
+<p>"It is a ventilator, and is intended to let fresh air into the oven, and
+to allow the smell of the roasting meat and the fumes which rise from it
+to escape. I shut it because we are just going to put in the meat, and I
+wish it to remain shut for about ten minutes, so as to make the oven
+very hot till the outside is cooked."</p>
+
+<p>"I know what that is for," said Mary, hurriedly: "to harden the outside,
+and make a case to keep in the juice."</p>
+
+<p>"Quite right, Mary," said Mrs. Herbert, smiling. "In ten minutes,
+however, we will push the slide out again, and that will admit the fresh
+air, slightly cool the oven, and allow the fumes to escape. Always
+recollect, however, that the oven must be hot. We need a good hot oven
+for roasting meat."</p>
+
+<p>"Cook has put two dripping-tins here," said Margaret. "We do not want
+two tins."</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, we do. To use two tins is another way of preventing the taste of
+the oven which is so objectionable. Usually I should use what is called
+a hot-water tin for baking meat. That is a tin made for the purpose,
+with a place inside for holding hot water. I shall not do so to-day,
+however, because I want to show you how to manage when there is no
+hot-water tin. See, I lay two or three thick sticks in the larger of the
+two tins, and put the smaller tin inside the other. Then I fill the
+bottom tin with hot water. I put this small stand in the uppermost tin,
+and place the meat on this, and then I put the whole affair into the
+oven."</p>
+
+<p>"But what is the good of it all?" said Margaret.</p>
+
+<p>"This is the good: when the meat has been a little while in the oven,
+the fat will melt, and will fall into the dripping-tin."</p>
+
+<p>"I know that," said Margaret.</p>
+
+<p>"Well, then, if we were to let the meat lie in the tin, don't you think
+it would get soaked in fat? Of course it would, and that wouldn't be
+agreeable."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_111" id="Page_111">[Pg 111]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"And the hot water: what is that for?"</p>
+
+<p>"If we were to leave a tin containing melted dripping in a hot oven it
+would get brown, burnt, smoky, and disagreeable?"</p>
+
+<p>"But what has the water to do with the fat burning?" persisted Margaret.</p>
+
+<p>"I will try to explain, if you on your part will try to understand
+something which is difficult to understand. First of all, what is
+boiling water?"</p>
+
+<p>"It is water which is so hot that it bubbles all over, and steam rises
+from it."</p>
+
+<p>"Quite so. If we were using a thermometer, and were to put it into water
+which was bubbling all over, we should find that the silvery line, or
+mercury, in the thermometer rose until it came to 212&deg;. We might put a
+hotter fire under the water, but under ordinary circumstances we should
+never get the mercury higher than 212&deg;. Under extraordinary
+circumstances, I confess we could get it higher. For instance, if we
+were at the bottom of a mine, boiling-point would be two degrees higher,
+and if we were to put some salt in the water, boiling-point would be
+four degrees higher."</p>
+
+<p>The little girls listened very attentively while Mrs. Herbert was
+speaking. When she paused, they looked very solemn, and said nothing.</p>
+
+<p>"Fat, on the other hand, can be made very much hotter: more than three
+times as hot as boiling water. When heat is first applied to fat, it
+bubbles, but as it gets hotter it becomes still. As it gets hotter and
+hotter, it remains still, but it turns dark, and smokes, and smells
+burnt. This is what would happen to our fat in the tin if we were to let
+it come in contact with the heat of the oven shelf; but you can see that
+when water, which never rises beyond 212&deg;, is under it, it cannot burn
+in this way."</p>
+
+<p>"I see that perfectly," said Margaret, joyfully. "I like to be told
+difficult things when once I understand them. But, mother, will not the
+water boil away?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes; we must watch it, and as it does so, we must add fresh boiling
+water. It would never do to add cold water, because that would make the
+fat too cool, and would lessen the heat of the oven also."</p>
+
+<p>"We should have to open the door, though, to see how the water was
+getting on," said Mary. "Would not that be a pity?"</p>
+
+<p>"It would have to be done in any case to baste the meat," said Mrs.
+Herbert. "Remember, we can no more dispense with basting in baking meat
+than we can in roasting it before the fire. If we try to do so, our meat
+will be spoilt. We must baste every quarter of an hour, and to do this
+we must lift the meat right out of the oven, and shut the door as soon
+as possible. If we were to baste the meat while it was in the oven, the
+latter would become cool, and we wish to keep the heat up the whole
+time. We should be careful also to shut the oven door gently. If we slam
+it, we shall force some of the hot air out of it."</p>
+
+<p>"I never saw anything like it," said Margaret. "In cookery there are so
+many little things to remember."</p>
+
+<p>"That is the case with whatever we learn, my dear little girl, if we try
+to learn thoroughly. And there is still another point to remember: when
+we take the meat out of the oven to baste it, we must notice whether it
+is browner in one part than another, and if it is, we must turn the tin,
+so that the side which is less cooked may take its turn in going to the
+hottest part of the oven. You know that one part of the oven is always
+hotter than another. In the same way, you should turn the meat over once
+or twice, that it may be equally cooked."</p>
+
+<p>"How long will it have to be in the oven, ma'am?" said Mary.</p>
+
+<p>"If you use the ventilator as I have told you to do, you may follow the
+same rules in baking meat that would hold good for roasting it: that is,
+you may allow a quarter of an hour to the pound, and a quarter of an
+hour over for red meats, and twenty minutes to the pound for white
+meats. But if the ventilator is not used, the oven would get very hot,
+and ten minutes to the pound, with ten minutes over, would probably be
+sufficient, excepting in cases where the meat was very thick and solid."</p>
+
+<p>"And do we make gravy for baked meat in the same way that we make it for
+roast meat, ma'am?" said Mary.</p>
+
+<p>"Certainly," said Mrs. Herbert.</p>
+
+<p>"Well, I must say," said Margaret, when in course of time the baked meat
+was dished and set on the table, "that I think baked meat tastes quite
+as well as roast meat, and it is much less troublesome to cook."</p>
+
+<p>"I do not agree with you, Margaret," replied her mother. "I do not
+consider baked meat is equal to roast meat. Nevertheless, if it is
+carefully cooked, if the ventilator is left open, and if the meat is
+well basted, there is not much difference between the two, and certainly
+baking is a very convenient mode of dressing meat. Besides this, it is a
+way which nine people out of every ten must adopt; they have no choice
+in the matter. Therefore, I hope you will try to remember what I have
+told you about baking."</p>
+
+<p>"Indeed we will," said both the children.</p>
+
+<h4>(<i>To be continued.</i>)</h4>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_112" id="Page_112">[Pg 112]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="A_Harvest_Song" id="A_Harvest_Song"></a>A Harvest Song.</h2>
+
+<h3><i>Words by</i> <span class="smcap">George Davies</span>.</h3>
+
+<h4><i>Music by</i> <span class="smcap">J. M. Bentley</span>, Mus. Doc.</h4>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 750px;">
+<img src="images/i116.jpg" width="750" height="1034" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">1. With the set-ting  of the sun   All the work is  near-ly done,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the last up-lift-ed sheaf Brings the toil-ers sweet  re-lief.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">2. Down the nar-row coun-try lane  Trails the hea-vy-la-den wain;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Men and wo-men, old and young, Singing loud their sim-ple  song.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">3. Now the barn the corn re-ceives&mdash;Piled up high the gold-en sheaves;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">While the jol-ly  reap-ers sing Till the  ve-ry raft-ers  ring.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Repeat in <span class="smcap">Chorus</span>.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Greet the reap-ers  as they come     With a wel-come har-vest-home!<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_113" id="Page_113">[Pg 113]</a></span></div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="WAITING_FOR_FATHER" id="WAITING_FOR_FATHER"></a>WAITING FOR FATHER.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 405px;">
+<img src="images/i117.jpg" width="405" height="500" alt="&quot;ON THE SHORE STAND WATCHING.&quot;" title="" />
+<span class="caption">&quot;ON THE SHORE STAND WATCHING.&quot;</span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Father's boat comes sailing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Sailing from the west;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On the shore stand watching<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Those who love him best.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Blooms the gorse so golden<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">On the breezy down,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Comes a sound of joy-bells<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">From the busy town.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">In the fisher's cottage<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Mother's work is done,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Through the open window<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Streams the sinking sun.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Cheerily the kettle<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Sings upon the fire,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ticks the old clock loudly,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Creep the shadows higher.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Just now, in the gloaming,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">When the boat is in,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the fish are counted<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With a merry din,<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">All those five together<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Up the cliff will come,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Peacefully and gladly,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To their cosy home.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="STORIES_TOLD_IN_WESTMINSTER_ABBEY" id="STORIES_TOLD_IN_WESTMINSTER_ABBEY"></a>STORIES TOLD IN WESTMINSTER ABBEY.</h2>
+
+<h3><i>By</i> <span class="smcap">Edwin Hodder ("Old Merry").</span></h3>
+
+
+<h4>II.&mdash;THE CORONATIONS IN THE ABBEY.</h4>
+
+<p>Come with me now inside the Abbey. We take off our hats here with great
+reverence, for we are not only in the House of God, but in the midst of
+the memorials of some of the most gifted of our countrymen. It is Poet's
+Corner. But we will not linger here; I want you to come right away into
+the chapel of Edward the Confessor, and as we pass along picture to
+yourselves how the Abbey looked on Coronation days, when the light from
+the great stained glass windows fell upon crowds of brave men and fair
+women, all robed in costumes of state to see the crown of England placed
+upon a monarch's head. You must try and imagine the moment when, as the
+Coronation rubric has it, "the Dean of Westminster bringeth the crown,
+and the Archbishop taking it of him, putteth it reverently upon the
+Queen's head. At the sight whereof the people with loud and repeated
+shouts cry, 'God save the Queen!' and trumpets sound, and by a signal
+given the great guns at the Tower are shot off."</p>
+
+<p>Well, now we are in the chapel of Edward the Confessor, and I see you
+all look at that chair standing by the screen. It is well worth looking
+at, for it is doubtful whether there is any curiosity in all England to
+compare with it in interest. It is King Edward's chair, upon which
+English monarchs have been crowned for many<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_114" id="Page_114">[Pg 114]</a></span> centuries, and while we
+stand near it, I shall tell you very briefly about the crowning of some
+of our kings and queens.</p>
+
+<p>For more than 800 years the coronations of English monarchs have
+regularly taken place in Westminster Abbey. Duke William of Normandy
+claimed the throne as lawful successor of Edward the Confessor, and upon
+the Confessor's gravestone the burly Norman stood to receive the crown
+of England. There were two nations represented in the throng assembled
+here that day. Godfrey, Bishop of Coutances, made a speech in French,
+Alred, Archbishop of York, spoke in English, and then the crowd, some in
+French and some in English, hailed William the Conqueror as their king.
+While this was going on inside the Abbey the Norman cavalry were without
+sitting on their war-horses, ready to quell any disturbance should it
+arise. They had not long to wait. It seems that they were not aware that
+their leader was to go through the form of receiving by popular vote the
+crown which he had already won by his sword, and when they heard the
+excited shouting inside the building they thought something had gone
+wrong, and so they set fire to the gates of the Abbey. Then the crowd
+inside the building were sure there was something wrong without, and
+they rushed out, only to be trodden down by the Norman horse-hoofs. Only
+monks and prelates remained within, and the ceremony of coronation was
+hurried through, while William, for the first time in his life, it is
+said, trembled from head to foot; and so ended the first coronation in
+the Abbey of which we have any authentic information.</p>
+
+<p>Nothing of importance marks the coronation of William Rufus. When he
+perished in the New Forest, within four days Henry I. was in the Abbey
+claiming the crown, and making all sorts of promises in order to get the
+thing done speedily. So he was crowned by the Bishop of London, being in
+too great a hurry to wait for the arrival of either of the archbishops,
+who were away from London.</p>
+
+<p>In those days, when times were troublous, kings were not so anxious to
+have throngs of people in fine dresses, and specially composed music and
+all that sort of thing. They only wanted men with good swords, and as
+much speed in being crowned as possible, for "delays were dangerous."
+Stephen was almost as prompt as his predecessor; Henry ate his supper of
+lampreys on December the 1st, and Stephen was crowned on St. Stephen's
+Day, December 26th, 1135. At the next coronation, that of Henry II.,
+Norman and Saxon rejoiced together at the prospect of an era of peace.
+Prince Henry, son of Henry II., was crowned during his father's
+lifetime, on June 14th, 1170. At the coronation banquet, when his
+father stood behind him, the Prince remarked, "The son of an earl may
+well wait on the son of a king." The event took place during the height
+of the quarrel between Henry II. and Becket, Archbishop of Canterbury,
+whose right it was to put the crown on the royal head. Accordingly
+Becket excommunicated the Archbishop of York and the assistant bishops
+who had officiated on the occasion. This led to the murder of Becket,
+with disastrous consequences too numerous for me to allude to here.</p>
+
+<p>At the coronation of Richard I. there was a grand array of nobles and
+prelates, who came with the king from his palace to the Abbey and
+witnessed the ceremony. Ill omens attended the occasion; a bat fluttered
+round and round the throne at mid-day, and at night (they say) there was
+a peal upon the bells, of which no one could give an explanation. But
+the day was also marked by real horrors. From superstitious fears the
+Jews had been forbidden to witness the ceremony. But at the banquet some
+of them were discovered amongst the bystanders. They were at once beaten
+almost to death. The mob began plundering the Jews' houses, and
+murdering the inmates, and at York and other cities similar scenes
+quickly followed.</p>
+
+<p>At John's coronation the custom began of having the canopy over the
+king's head carried by the five Barons of the Cinque Ports. This was in
+return for their aid to John in his frequent voyages. When Henry III.
+succeeded, Westminster was in the hands of Prince Louis of France, "the
+Dauphin" of Shakespeare's play. The king was accordingly crowned at
+Winchester; but he had a second coronation in Westminster Abbey, on May
+17, 1220, having on the previous day laid the foundation-stone of his
+Lady Chapel, which was to be the germ of an entirely new edifice. All
+previous coronations were said to be outdone by the feasting and
+joviality on this occasion.</p>
+
+<p>There was high rejoicing when Edward I. came back from the Holy Land,
+two years after his accession, and was crowned in company with his
+beloved Eleanor, the first royal couple who were crowned in the Abbey
+together. Alexander III. of Scotland did homage on the following day,
+and in his honour 500 great horses were let loose in the crowd for any
+persons to catch and keep that could.</p>
+
+<p>Edward I. brought from Scotland the noted stone upon which for centuries
+the Scottish monarchs had been installed, and had it placed in this
+oaken chair which still covers it. According to tradition, this stone
+was the one on which Jacob slept at Bethel, and which by a series of
+remarkable<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_115" id="Page_115">[Pg 115]</a></span> adventures had been transported successively to Egypt,
+Sicily, Spain, and Ireland. In Ireland they say it stood on the hill of
+Tara, and that upon it were enthroned the ancient Irish kings. Fergus,
+founder of the Scottish monarchy, took the stone to Dunstaffnage Castle,
+and Kenneth II. (here we get hold of historic fact) placed it at Scone
+in the ninth century. Wherever it may have wandered, it is
+unquestionably a piece of sandstone from the western coasts of Scotland,
+and is most probably (says Stanley) the stony pillow of St. Columba, on
+which his dying head was laid in the Abbey of Iona. On this stone the
+reign of every English monarch from Edward I. to Victoria has been
+inaugurated. Only once has it been taken out of the Abbey, and that was
+for Oliver Cromwell to be installed upon it as Lord Protector in
+Westminster Hall.</p>
+
+<p>At the coronation of Edward II. the crown was carried by Piers Gaveston,
+the unworthy favourite whom it had been the dying wish of Edward I. to
+have excluded from the court. In 1327, Edward III. (by consent of his
+deposed father) was crowned whilst his mother Isabella, "the she-wolf of
+France" (as Gray calls her), pretended to weep all through the ceremony.
+Of the coronation of Richard II. full details are preserved in the
+"Liber Regalis," a book drawn up by Abbot Littlington, and ever since
+carefully preserved by the Abbots and Deans, as it sets forth the order
+which has been observed in all subsequent ceremonials. Proceedings
+commenced with a grand procession through the city from the Tower, a
+custom which was kept up till the time of Charles I. The young king rode
+bareheaded, and was escorted by a body of knights, created for the
+occasion, and who, from the bath they took in company before assuming
+their armour, were styled the Knights of the Bath. The young king was
+taken out fainting from the long ceremonial just as Sir John Dymote, as
+champion, rode up to the Abbey gates on his charger, to challenge any
+who dared to dispute the royal succession. It is the first time we hear
+of the Champion; but it was an age of knightly revivals, and this was
+probably one of them.</p>
+
+<p>We next see Henry IV. and Henry V. successively installed on the Stone
+of Scone; and then comes Henry VI., a child of nine, "beholding all the
+people about sadly and wisely;" his queen, Margaret of Anjou, was
+crowned here fourteen years afterwards. The coronation of Edward IV.
+presents no particular feature of interest. For that of Edward V. all
+was ready, robes for the guests, provisions for the banquet. But the
+Tower beheld the "midnight murder" of the only English monarch who never
+wore the crown. Then with splendid ceremonial Richard III. tried to
+cover the defects of his title. Six thousand gentlemen rode with him to
+Westminster Hall on June 26th, 1483, and a few days afterwards there was
+a very grand procession to the Abbey, when Richard and his wife were
+anointed King and Queen of England. Amongst the Queen's train was
+Margaret of Richmond, little dreaming that within three years her son
+should be crowned here as Henry VII. But this monarch's real coronation
+had already taken place, when the crown of England was found in the
+hawthorn bush on Bosworth Field, and placed on Richmond's head by Lord
+Stanley. The public ceremonial was only a poor display. Not so the next
+event of this character, when Henry VIII. and Catherine of Arragon were
+crowned with great splendour, and when for the last time a Roman
+Catholic Archbishop performed the ceremony. Anne Boleyn's coronation
+(commemorated by Shakespeare) was a noticeable one, and Cranmer, fresh
+from sentencing Catherine, performed the ceremony.</p>
+
+<p>Edward VI. came to the Abbey, now a Cathedral, amidst much curious
+pageantry, and for the first time a Bible was presented to the
+sovereign.... Mary's procession to the Abbey is signalised by the
+exploits of a Dutchman, who sat astride on the weathercock of St. Paul's
+five hundred feet in the air, as the Queen passed. The two Archbishops
+and the Bishop of London were all in the Tower, so Gardiner, Bishop of
+Winchester, put the crown on Mary's head. On Jan. 14th, 1559, London was
+wild with joy, as Elizabeth passed from the Tower to the Abbey. The
+women flung flowers into her lap, groups of children sang welcomes, even
+old men wept for gladness. The Bishop of Carlisle crowned the Queen.</p>
+
+<p>James I. was crowned in the time of the Plague, so there was no
+procession. There was a slight hitch because his wife refused the
+sacrament. She had "changed once from Lutheran to Presbyterian, and that
+was enough." The coronation of Charles I. was marked by a slight
+earthquake shock. This was not the only bad omen. The dove of gold on
+the staff of Edward the Confessor had been broken, none knew how, and
+had to be replaced. Oliver Cromwell did not venture on a ceremony in the
+Abbey; he was enthroned, as I have already said, in Westminster Hall.</p>
+
+<p>At the Restoration, Charles II. was crowned "with the greatest solemnity
+and glory," as the old historian says. The Regalia was all new, to
+replace that which had been lost during the Commonwealth. The crown was
+placed on the king's head by the weak and aged Archbishop Juxon, who had
+attended Charles I. on the scaffold. At the coronation of James II., a
+hundred thousand pounds<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_116" id="Page_116">[Pg 116]</a></span> were spent over the Queen's robes and jewels,
+and the procession was omitted to save expense, much to the wrath of the
+Londoners. As the crown was placed on James's head, it tottered and
+would have fallen, but for the Keeper of the Robes, who held it up.</p>
+
+<p>The next coronation, that of William and Mary, was delayed two hours by
+the receipt of the news that James II. had just landed in Ireland. The
+Queen, being very short, had to be lifted into the chair of state. When
+girt with the sword and invested with crown and sceptre, the Princess
+Anne, who stood near her, said, "Madame, I pity your fatigue." The Queen
+sharply replied, "A crown, sister, is not so heavy as it seems." When
+the King came to make the usual offering, he found he had no money with
+him, and had to borrow twenty guineas from a nobleman. Anne was
+suffering from gout when her turn came to be crowned, and she had to be
+carried to the Abbey. Sarah, Duchess of Marlborough, acted as Lord High
+Chamberlain. At the coronation of George I., the king knew no English
+and his ministers knew no German, but they all knew Latin imperfectly,
+and everything had to be explained to the monarch in that language. The
+crowning of George II. presents no particular feature of interest; that
+of George III. was a splendid show, and was marked by a curious
+incident. Amongst the witnesses was Prince Charles Edward, the Young
+Pretender, who had been staying in London under the name of Mr. Brown,
+and had managed to procure admission to the scene of his rival's
+triumph. George the Fourth's coronation was a splendid ceremony; but the
+portly monarch found it very exhausting, and whilst the peers were doing
+homage in succession, he used up pocket-handkerchiefs innumerable in
+wiping his streaming face, handing them when done with to the Archbishop
+of Canterbury. His unfortunate Queen, Caroline, had vainly tried to be
+present at the ceremony, but was repulsed at each of the doors she
+attempted to enter, and had to drive away discomfited. William IV., to
+please the political reformers of the period, wanted to dispense with a
+coronation altogether, and the procession and banquet <i>were</i> omitted.
+Our present gracious Queen was crowned in the Abbey, in the flower of
+her youth, in June, 1838, and the ancient building was crowded with all
+that was eminent in the land as the crown was placed upon the girlish
+head of the illustrious lady who for nearly half a century has worn it
+so faithfully and so well.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="THE_LITTLE_FLOWERS_WISH" id="THE_LITTLE_FLOWERS_WISH"></a>THE LITTLE FLOWERS' WISH.</h2>
+
+
+<p>Some daisies grew in a green piece of turf just outside the palings of a
+garden. The grass all round them was soft and fine; they had plenty of
+room to grow in, and they were near enough to the road to see all that
+went by. Would you not have thought they were contented?</p>
+
+<p>Little yellow butterflies came and told them stories, little shadowy
+clouds went scampering over the grass-plot, the pleasant warm sun shone
+down on their little round faces. And yet they were unhappy with all
+this.</p>
+
+<p>Through a crack in the palings they had seen into the garden, and it
+made them all long to be there. Flowers of different kinds grew happily
+in the garden-beds. Some of them had sticks to lean against and some
+were trained against the wall.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, what care is taken of them!" thought the foolish little daisies.</p>
+
+<p>Every day the gardener came and watered these choice flowers. And a
+stately lady paced the garden walks, and noticed if the flowers grew or
+faded.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, if only we could get into the garden!" sighed the daisies, ruffling
+all their little leaves; "oh, how much happier we should be if we were
+only growing in there!"</p>
+
+<p>Just then there came running out of the garden a little child with
+golden hair. Whether he heard what the daisies said I do not know, but
+it almost seemed as if he did.</p>
+
+<p>"Come along, little flowers," he cried, "would you like to come and live
+in the garden? See, I will plant you in nicely."</p>
+
+<p>With his soft baby hands he plucked the little daisies from their
+stalks, sped back with them through the garden gate, and commenced to
+plant them in the earth. First he made a little hole for each of them in
+the soft brown mould, then put the rootless flowers in and pressed the
+earth round tightly.</p>
+
+<p>"It is cold, it is cold," said the daisies.</p>
+
+<p>"I shall have a nice little garden of my own now," said the child, and
+he ran away contented to his play.</p>
+
+<p>Next day little Harold came to see his garden, and he burst into tears,
+for the poor little daisies were dead.</p>
+
+<p>And other daisies grew in the grass-plot outside, and the butterflies
+told tales to them as of old.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_117" id="Page_117">[Pg 117]</a></span></p>
+<p><a name="The_Editors_Pocket-Book" id="The_Editors_Pocket-Book"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
+<img src="images/i128.jpg" width="500" height="228" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+
+<h4>The Wounded Cat and the Doctor.</h4>
+
+<p>Colonel Stuart Wortley says that when he entered the Malakoff, so famous
+in the Crimean war, he found a cat whose paw had been pinned to the
+ground by a bayonet that had fallen upon it. He released the poor thing,
+and took her for two mornings to the doctor to have her foot dressed.
+The next day he was absent on duty before daybreak, and puss went
+herself to the doctor's, scratched the tent to be admitted, and when she
+was let in, held up her foot to be attended to. This cat was very
+grateful to the colonel, for she followed him about the camp till the
+close of the war.</p>
+
+
+<h4>A Remarkable Bell.</h4>
+
+<p>In the temples at Kyoto, Japan, is a great bell, which swings in a huge
+wooden tower. The bell is a large bronze cup, with nearly perpendicular
+sides and a flat crown; and is sounded by bringing a big beam against
+the rim. It needs twelve natives to ring it. It used to be rung once a
+year, but it may now be heard twice or thrice a month. It is 18 feet
+high, 9-1/2 inches thick, 9 feet in diameter, and weighs almost 74 tons.
+It was cast in 1633, rim upwards; and the gold that entered into its
+composition is estimated at about 1,500 pounds. The tone of the bell is
+described as magnificent, and when struck with the open hand, the
+vibration may be heard a hundred yards off.</p>
+
+
+<h4>About the Mina Bird.</h4>
+
+<p>A lady in India sends me some interesting notes about a mina bird which
+she obtained possession of while travelling in the Presidency of Madras.
+These birds talk better even than parrots, and this one soon displayed
+his cleverness. On the day after his arrival he began to make such a
+noise that it was thought he was hungry, and the <i>ayah</i>, or nurse, was
+told to feed him. He was then heard to say "Mina wants his dinner."
+After he had had some food he said "Mina wants clean water." He calls
+out "Ayah" and "Boy," so naturally that at first the servants thought it
+was their master calling them. One day he created some amusement by
+crying out "Mina wants his breakfast dinner." It appeared he had already
+had some bread and milk, and being doubtful as to which meal he ought to
+ask for, gave an order comprehensive enough to include both meals, so as
+to make sure of one. He is dainty, and will eat only particular food.
+One day his curry and rice contained plenty of rice but not much curry,
+whereupon his dissatisfaction was promptly evinced by a shout of "No
+curry." He gave evidence of soon becoming an excellent linguist, and had
+acquired a knowledge of some of the native tongues.</p>
+
+
+<h4>An Historical Cocoa-Plant.</h4>
+
+<p>In a greenhouse belonging to the Royal Botanic Society there is a
+cocoa-plant which has achieved greatness, for it has actually borne
+fruit, and is, according to Professor Bentley, the first that has done
+so in England. The fruit gave evidence of reaching maturity and of
+ripening its seeds. Linn&aelig;us called cocoa "Theobroma," by which he meant
+to imply that it was food for the gods, but Belzoni, writing in the
+sixteenth century, regarded it as fitter for pigs than for men. Readers
+will be able to decide this knotty point for themselves, despite the
+proverbial difficulty of deciding when doctors disagree. Sixty years ago
+the annual consumption of cocoa amounted to only a quarter of a million
+pounds, but now it has reached a total of probably not less than twelve
+millions of pounds.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_118" id="Page_118">[Pg 118]</a></span></p>
+
+
+<h4>The International Health Exhibition.</h4>
+
+<p>The great Health Show which was opened in May has already proved itself
+to be the most prominent feature of the London summer season. It
+embraces a display of everything even remotely connected with Health,
+and a more interesting and attractive collection it would be impossible
+to form. Appealing, as it does, to the taste of all ages, its variety is
+certainly charming. Nor is it without its educational value, as the
+"bits" of Old London, the historical costumes, and the trades in
+operation, abundantly testify. And not the least pleasing circumstance
+is that those very exhibits which are of an instructive character are
+the most popular. One sees in different ways that the experience gained
+by the Fisheries Exhibition of last year has been of immense service to
+the promoters of the Health Exhibition. The grounds have been decorated
+and illuminated by night so successfully that the Horticultural Gardens
+have been transformed into fairyland itself. The lakes and terrace
+picked out in many-coloured lamps, the lawns festooned with Chinese
+lanterns, the dazzling brilliancy of the electric light that lords it
+supreme overhead, the strains of the military bands, all combine to
+render the grounds of the exhibition the favourite open-air resort of
+Londoners and visitors during the warm summer nights.</p>
+
+
+<h4>Famous Old London Buildings.</h4>
+
+<p>The most novel feature of the exhibition is a street in which have been
+constructed imitations of several of the most celebrated buildings in
+Old London. Each has been carefully reproduced from engravings and
+drawings in Mr. Gardner's priceless collection. The street begins with
+an excellent imitation of Bishopsgate, one of the City gates, with
+moss-grown walls, and statues of Bishop William the Norman, and of
+Alfred the Great and Aldred. On one side of the street will be found
+such quaint and picturesque buildings as the "Rose" Inn and "Cock"
+Tavern, the "Three Squirrels," Izaak Walton's House, and All Hallows'
+Church, Staining; on the other side will be seen, among others, Dick
+Whittington's House and the Hall of the Holy Trinity Guild in
+Aldersgate. The street ultimately narrows into Elbow Lane, in which will
+be observed a number of historical places, such as Gunpowder Plot House,
+where Guy Fawkes and his fellows concocted their detestable plot; and
+the curious houses at Pye Corner&mdash;which are illustrated on the opposite
+page&mdash;where the Great Fire of London ceased its ravages. The street runs
+down to London Wall. The ground floor of the houses is occupied by
+shops, in which the different trades of the old City Guilds are carried
+on. Perhaps the only thing that spoils the illusion&mdash;apart from the
+unavoidably modern crowds of sightseers&mdash;is that the interiors of the
+houses are connected by a gallery that runs from one end of the street
+to the other, so that you may enter the "Rose" Inn and come out at All
+Hallows' Church, or <i>vice vers&acirc;</i>.</p>
+
+
+<h4>Model Dairies.</h4>
+
+<p>In the South Gallery will be noticed a number of Model Dairies, which
+are well worth a visit. Here little folk will see how the trade has been
+revolutionised, and how in such matters even as milk and butter
+machinery has to a very large extent replaced hand labour. These dairies
+are beautifully clean, and the effect is in one case decidedly improved
+by the introduction of a few stalls occupied by some pretty cows and a
+little calf, some ewes and two kids, and some queer-looking Zulu sheep,
+all of which excite much admiration.</p>
+
+
+<h4>Trades in Operation.</h4>
+
+<p>The West Gallery is one of the most popular and instructive in the
+Exhibition. Here a variety of trades are in full operation, in which it
+is possible to trace an article from the raw to the finished state. In
+one stand, for instance, may be seen the whole process of
+mustard-making. The seed may be viewed in the <i>pulveriser</i>, then in the
+<i>crusher</i>, then in the <i>sieve</i>, and then being done up in packets of
+various sizes for sale. The making of jam also affords much
+entertainment to onlookers. Doubtless the nature of the trade will
+account for the large crowds who surround the stand where Messrs.
+Allen's industrious workmen turn out lozenges, and almonds, and
+chocolate in enormous quantities. Their machines are busy from morn till
+night. Where all the operations are interesting it is difficult to
+specify any in particular; but, perhaps, the process of preparing,
+cutting out, and printing lozenges is as worthy of special attention as
+any. Elsewhere the mysteries of meat-cutting machines may be solved, and
+the processes of a&euml;rated water making and of soap-making studied with
+profit. These are but types of the busy life of the West Gallery, which
+resounds with the clang of machinery in motion, and the hum of hundreds
+of voices of amused spectators.</p>
+
+
+<h4>The Costume Show.</h4>
+
+<p>In the Western Quadrant will be found an exhibition of waxworks that
+would have filled poor Artemus Ward's heart with joy. There are two
+series of figures, representing English civil costumes and military
+uniforms from William the Conqueror almost to the present day. They have
+been prepared under the personal superintendence of the Hon. Lewis
+Wingfield, and may therefore<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_119" id="Page_119">[Pg 119]</a></span> be relied upon for accuracy in every
+respect. These series will repay careful study. The civil costumes start
+with those of two women, a shepherd, and a man of the period of William
+I. and wind up with samples of the era of George IV. It is impossible
+here to go into details, but it may be said that costume does not
+necessarily improve with time, as the dress of the last period is
+certainly the worst. The military uniforms begin with some suits of
+armour from the Tower, then proceed to a halberdier of Henry VII., and
+so on down to the uniforms now in actual use. The West Quadrant should
+on no account be missed by visitors to the Exhibition. In the Eastern
+Quadrant will be seen some specimens of present-day attire, chiefly
+ladies' and children's dresses.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 457px;">
+<img src="images/i133.jpg" width="457" height="500" alt="PYE CORNER IN 1789. (See p. 118.)
+
+(From a Drawing in Mr. Gardner&#39;s Collection.)" title="" />
+<span class="caption">PYE CORNER IN 1789. (See p. <a href="#Page_118">118</a>.)
+
+(From a Drawing in Mr. Gardner&#39;s Collection.)</span>
+</div>
+
+
+<h4>Street of Furnished Rooms.</h4>
+
+<p>Those who feel an interest in the modern methods of furnishing rooms
+will be glad to have their attention called to this street in the South
+Central Gallery. Here room after room has been equipped in the richest
+and most artistic fashion, and full advantage should be taken of this
+opportunity for comparison between styles of furnishing a house of the
+most varied character possible.</p>
+
+<h4>Other Exhibits.</h4>
+
+<p>I cannot stay to mention even one-twentieth of the different exhibits.
+Little folk who have seen the Show will know it is not possible for me
+to do so here. There are foreign annexes full of interesting articles.
+The London Water Companies have a pavilion all to themselves. The South
+Gallery may be regarded as an elaborate model of the food of London.
+Then the British Beekeepers' Association will explain much of an
+instructive kind about the busy bee. In short, the whole Exhibition is
+so full of information of a useful and, in some cases, even of a
+delightful sort, that I must now leave the subject with the intimation
+of that fact.</p>
+
+
+<h4>Young Heroes.</h4>
+
+<p>Some time ago a child fell off Oreston Pier, near Plymouth, and had
+drifted out about seven yards in twelve feet of water, when a little
+boy, nine years old, named S. G. Pike, plunged into the sea with his
+clothes on, reached the child, and swam back with it to some steps,
+where they were both assisted out. Another boy, W. W. Haynes, aged
+twelve, saved the life of a child who had fallen from a bridge into the
+river at Llanberis, near a whirlpool. E. S. Deacon, a girl, twelve years
+old, rescued a lad from drowning at Blackpool, near Dartmouth. The boy
+had slipped off a rock and become unconscious, when Miss Deacon jumped
+into the water fully dressed, and succeeded in holding him up until help
+arrived. We are glad to know that the Royal Humane Society rewarded
+these brave children for their noble heroism.</p>
+
+
+<h4>An Intelligent Mare.</h4>
+
+<p>A mare, with her young foal, was grazing in an orchard on an American
+farm, when she was noticed to run at full speed from a distant part of
+the orchard, making a loud cry&mdash;not like her usual voice, but a kind of
+unnatural "whinny," like a scream of distress. She came up to a farm
+servant, as near as a fence would allow, turned back for a short
+distance, and then returned, keeping up the shrill noise all the while.
+The man's curiosity became excited, and as soon as he started to follow
+her, she went off in the direction of a miry place that had been left
+unguarded, and stopped upon its very brink. Hurrying on as fast as he
+could, the man found the colt lying dead, suffocated in the mud and
+water. The poor mare had unfortunately been unable to procure his
+help&mdash;though she tried her best&mdash;in time to save her foal. This touching
+instance of maternal affection is a very interesting example of the way
+in which the "dumb" animals&mdash;as they are somewhat absurdly called&mdash;make
+up for the want of speech. The mare's strange cry and her extreme
+restlessness were as eloquent as words.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_120" id="Page_120">[Pg 120]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 450px;">
+<img src="images/i136.jpg" width="450" height="327" alt="SOME BIRDS OF THE CAUCASUS. (See p. 121.)" title="" />
+<span class="caption">SOME BIRDS OF THE CAUCASUS. (See p. <a href="#Page_121">121</a>.)</span>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_121" id="Page_121">[Pg 121]</a></span></p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="ABOUT_THE_FRANCOLIN" id="ABOUT_THE_FRANCOLIN"></a>ABOUT THE FRANCOLIN.</h2>
+
+
+<p>Partridges by any name would taste as sweet, and when you have learnt
+that the francolin is one of the few different kinds of partridge, you
+will have obtained the chief clue to the life-history of these birds.
+They may in a general way be defined as the representatives in various
+parts of Asia (as in India and the Caucasus mountains) and Africa, of
+the well-known family which is so diligently searched for in this
+country during the month of September. One sort of francolin is still to
+be met with in the countries of Europe that border on the Mediterranean.
+The bird was at one time common in Sicily, and it is yet to be found in
+the island of Cyprus. Some of them live on level plains, and others in
+forests. They differ from our partridge in that they studiously shun
+cultivated ground, preferring the proximity of woods, in which they
+carefully select damp spots overgrown with reeds. In time of danger they
+conceal themselves in the densest brushwood, out of which they do not
+emerge until the peril is past. Should no shelter be at hand, they will
+try to seek safety in flight, and will use their wings only in the last
+resort. Partridges, as we are all aware, are not averse from feeding
+many times and oft on grain; but the francolins, whose taste is not so
+fastidious, will not refuse to dine on the wild berries as well as on
+grain, while they hunt for worms and insects with a zeal worthy of the
+cause. Some of them have rather a fondness for perching and roosting on
+trees of a night, and they display the same affection for their young as
+partridges show for theirs. The cry is harsher and noisier than that of
+the latter. There is one sort which has a cry of so curious a
+description that a good deal of speculation has arisen as to its
+significance. It sounds like "Tre-tre-tre," and is meant, according to a
+prosaic Sicilian proverb, to be a declaration by the bird of its market
+value, which it assesses at <i>three</i> coins. Others have likened its cry
+to the harsh, grating blast of a cracked trumpet. Such being the case,
+it is just as well that we have no francolins in this country.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="The_Little_Folks_Humane_Society" id="The_Little_Folks_Humane_Society"></a>The "Little Folks" Humane Society.</h2>
+
+<h3><i>THIRTIETH LIST OF OFFICERS AND MEMBERS.</i></h3>
+
+<p><i>Officers' Names are printed in Small Capital Letters, and the Names of
+their Members are printed beneath. Where a short line, thus "&mdash;&mdash;," is
+printed, the end of an Officer's List is indicated.</i></p>
+
+
+
+<div class='center'>
+<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary="">
+<tr><td align='left'></td><td align='left'>AGE</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42654 Mary Roberts</td><td align='left'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42655 Nellie Halse</td><td align='left'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42656 Ernest Wilson</td><td align='left'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42657 Susan Wills</td><td align='left'>16</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42658 Sylvia Tapp</td><td align='left'>18</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42659 William Angove</td><td align='left'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42660 John Wisdom</td><td align='left'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42661 M. B. Kneebone</td><td align='left'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42662 Eliza Halse</td><td align='left'>16</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42663 Charles Angove</td><td align='left'>5</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42664 Richard Angove</td><td align='left'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42665 A. Sherwood</td><td align='left'>20</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42666 Lily Wisdom</td><td align='left'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42667 E. M. Spyers</td><td align='left'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42668 Lucy Woodman</td><td align='left'>16</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42669 John Butcher</td><td align='left'>19</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42670 W. J. H. Pott</td><td align='left'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42671 Thomas Hankins</td><td align='left'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42672 <span class="smcap">Rachel E. Spyers</span>, Weybridge</td><td align='left'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42673 Kate Porter</td><td align='left'>17</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42674 E. W. Hickens</td><td align='left'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42675 Cecil N. Money</td><td align='left'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42676 Sarah Heather</td><td align='left'>18</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42677 E. Arkwright</td><td align='left'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42678 F. O'Fflahertie</td><td align='left'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42679 Frank Harper</td><td align='left'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42680 A. R. Hoskins</td><td align='left'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42681 Robert Jones</td><td align='left'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42682 William F. Smith</td><td align='left'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42683 John H. Watson</td><td align='left'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42684 Godfrey Brooks</td><td align='left'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42685 Percy James</td><td align='left'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42686 Elizabth. Diplock</td><td align='left'>19</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42687 W. E. Smith</td><td align='left'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42688 A. S. McLachlan</td><td align='left'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42689 William Floyd</td><td align='left'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42690 Cleophas Fulker</td><td align='left'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42691 Herbert Caulder</td><td align='left'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42692 A. M. Beckett</td><td align='left'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42693 C. Threadgold</td><td align='left'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42694 Charles Jeffery</td><td align='left'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42695 Alice C. Wilson</td><td align='left'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42696 F. P Rennie</td><td align='left'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42697 Chas. M. Orme</td><td align='left'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42698 Henry McDonall</td><td align='left'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42699 Tom Spyers</td><td align='left'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42700 Percy Hewett</td><td align='left'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42701 Sidney F. Brooks</td><td align='left'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42702 Robt. McDonall</td><td align='left'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42703 C. J. Rennie</td><td align='left'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42704 H. J. Fellowes</td><td align='left'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42705 A. F. Fellowes</td><td align='left'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42706 C. Farquharson</td><td align='left'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42707 Tom James</td><td align='left'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42708 Wm. G. R. Orme</td><td align='left'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42709 Ellen B. Wilson</td><td align='left'>16</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42710 Herbert Wilson</td><td align='left'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42711 Henry Verity</td><td align='left'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42712 Basil H. Wilson</td><td align='left'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42713 H. M. Hoskins</td><td align='left'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42714 J. H. Lawrence</td><td align='left'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42715 E. O. Beverley</td><td align='left'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42716 Henry Berrend</td><td align='left'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42717 Julia Spiers</td><td align='left'>16</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42718 Amos Daws</td><td align='left'>19</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42719 G. M. Wilson</td><td align='left'>17</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42720 William Hodges</td><td align='left'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42721 George Wilson</td><td align='left'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42722 <span class="smcap">Flora S. A. Beeson</span>, Brentwd.</td><td align='left'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42723 Charles H. Haws</td><td align='left'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42724 Amy Young</td><td align='left'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42725 George Hall</td><td align='left'>16</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42726 Alice Lucking</td><td align='left'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42727 Arthur Lucking</td><td align='left'>6</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42728 Arthur R. Hall</td><td align='left'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42729 Ernest T. Hall</td><td align='left'>6</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42730 Mabel Keeth</td><td align='left'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42731 Alice H. Haws</td><td align='left'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42732 Gertrd. Edmonds</td><td align='left'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42733 Robert Edmonds</td><td align='left'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42734 M. M. Lambert</td><td align='left'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42735 Sutton Lambert</td><td align='left'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42736 Florence Keith</td><td align='left'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42737 Blanche Keith</td><td align='left'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42738 Ethel Keith</td><td align='left'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42739 Katie Fuller</td><td align='left'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42740 Violet Chew</td><td align='left'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42741 S. Linwood</td><td align='left'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42742 Emma H. Cudby</td><td align='left'>17</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42743 Florence Timms</td><td align='left'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42744 Lilian Brown</td><td align='left'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42745 Margie Young</td><td align='left'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42746 Eva Goodman</td><td align='left'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42747 A. B. Clowes</td><td align='left'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42748 F. M. Prior</td><td align='left'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42749 Clara A. Clowes</td><td align='left'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42750 Ellen A. Prior</td><td align='left'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42751 Nellie Simpson</td><td align='left'>18</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42752 Ada E. Cudley</td><td align='left'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42753 Ethel A. Wallis</td><td align='left'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42754 Annie Wellings</td><td align='left'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42755 C. Webster</td><td align='left'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42756 Maud Wellings</td><td align='left'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42757 Geo. H. Harris</td><td align='left'>18</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42758 Mary E. Harris</td><td align='left'>19</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42759 Alice Pollock</td><td align='left'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42760 Margret Pollock</td><td align='left'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42761 M. F. E. Hughes</td><td align='left'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42762 J. A. Scrivener</td><td align='left'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42763 M. M. Scrivener</td><td align='left'>3</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42764 J. M. Beveridge</td><td align='left'>17</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42765 L. K. Scrivener</td><td align='left'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42766 Thos. Scrivener</td><td align='left'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42767 Ernest Scrivener</td><td align='left'>16</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42768 E. E. Scrivener</td><td align='left'>18</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42769 R. J. Beveridge</td><td align='left'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42770 J. M. Beveridge</td><td align='left'>18</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42771 Adela L. Harris</td><td align='left'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42772 Ada Simpson</td><td align='left'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='center'>----</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42773 Mary B. Mead</td><td align='left'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42774 Charles Culross</td><td align='left'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42775 Henry Wilkinson</td><td align='left'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42776 Kathl. Wilkinson</td><td align='left'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42777 Margt. Wilkinson</td><td align='left'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42778 Linda A. Spicer</td><td align='left'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42779 F. M. Whitehouse</td><td align='left'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42780 Mary Penzer</td><td align='left'>16</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42781 F. M. E. Kenyon</td><td align='left'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42782 Ernest L. Sikes</td><td align='left'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42783 <span class="smcap">Florence Kemsley</span>, Epping</td><td align='left'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42784 Jessie E. Barnard</td><td align='left'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42785 Alice Andrews</td><td align='left'>17</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42786 Edgar Larkin</td><td align='left'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42787 Walter W. Lyne</td><td align='left'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42788 Alfred J. Lyne</td><td align='left'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42789 Gertrde. M. Lyne</td><td align='left'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42790 Alice Adams</td><td align='left'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42791 Elizabeth Wright</td><td align='left'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42792 Amy E. Pegrum</td><td align='left'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42793 Eliza J. Blowes</td><td align='left'>19</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42794 Ada Pegrum</td><td align='left'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42795 A. A. Dorrington</td><td align='left'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42796 Eliza French</td><td align='left'>17</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42797 Gertrd. Simpson</td><td align='left'>6</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42798 Ellen C. Teece</td><td align='left'>16</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42799 Minnie T. Teece</td><td align='left'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42800 Julia Teece</td><td align='left'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42801 Kate Simpson</td><td align='left'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42802 Emily Teece</td><td align='left'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42803 Lilian L. Davis</td><td align='left'>6</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42804 Cyril L. Davis</td><td align='left'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42805 Edith E. Rickett</td><td align='left'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42806 Rosa M. Kemsley</td><td align='left'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42807 W. H. Kemsley</td><td align='left'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42808 A. U. Kemsley</td><td align='left'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42809 Harry Doye</td><td align='left'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42810 Minnie Cripps</td><td align='left'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42811 Albert Adams</td><td align='left'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42812 Alice Wade</td><td align='left'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42813 Victor Adams</td><td align='left'>6</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42814 Charlotte Cripps</td><td align='left'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42815 Mary Silvester</td><td align='left'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42816 Herbert Bailes</td><td align='left'>6</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42817 George Doye</td><td align='left'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42818 Arthur Seymour</td><td align='left'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42819 Annie French</td><td align='left'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42820 Caleb Bailes</td><td align='left'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42821 Ellen Mansfield</td><td align='left'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42822 Emily Saban</td><td align='left'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42823 George Ford</td><td align='left'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42824 James Seymour</td><td align='left'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42825 Alice M. Soundy</td><td align='left'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42826 Jessie M. Collins</td><td align='left'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42827 Rosa M. Soundy</td><td align='left'>18</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42828 Sarah E. Rowe</td><td align='left'>16</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42829 E. A. Mansfield</td><td align='left'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42830 Janet Byles</td><td align='left'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42831 Ellen Leach</td><td align='left'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42832 Rose England</td><td align='left'>18</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42833 Harold Larkin</td><td align='left'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='center'>----</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42834 A. M. Crompton</td><td align='left'>16</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42835 S. H. Crompton</td><td align='left'>18</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42836 Alice Corbet</td><td align='left'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42837 Annie Corbet</td><td align='left'>17</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42838 Clara E. Jannett</td><td align='left'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42839 Eliza Corbet</td><td align='left'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42840 Evelyn H. West</td><td align='left'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42841 Lucy Bradbury</td><td align='left'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42842 Minnie Ellwood</td><td align='left'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42843 May Waddington</td><td align='left'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42844 Ina Barrington</td><td align='left'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42845 Maud E. Bailey</td><td align='left'>17</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42846 Jane T. Fildes</td><td align='left'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42847 Mary H. Fildes</td><td align='left'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42848 James R. Fildes</td><td align='left'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42849 Henry G. Fildes</td><td align='left'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42850 <span class="smcap">Herbt. G. Fullmer</span>, Wolverhampton</td><td align='left'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42851 Harry Hedgecox</td><td align='left'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42852 Richard Clark</td><td align='left'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42853 Charles Carter</td><td align='left'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42854 Wm. Mullinder</td><td align='left'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42855 Geo. Farrington</td><td align='left'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42856 James Trow</td><td align='left'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42857 William T. Spicer</td><td align='left'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42858 John Munday</td><td align='left'>6</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42859 William Rowley</td><td align='left'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42860 D. G. Thatcher</td><td align='left'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42861 Wm. H. Knowles</td><td align='left'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42862 Harriett Munday</td><td align='left'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42863 Jane E. Taylor</td><td align='left'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42864 William Crook</td><td align='left'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42865 Geo. E. Matthews</td><td align='left'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42866 William Brookes</td><td align='left'>5</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42867 Sarah A. Dwight</td><td align='left'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42868 John Chatter</td><td align='left'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42869 Elizbth. H. Perry</td><td align='left'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42870 Alfred Allen</td><td align='left'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42871 Alice Thomason</td><td align='left'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42872 M. A. Poultney</td><td align='left'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42873 John Cornes</td><td align='left'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42874 Eva A. Thatcher</td><td align='left'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42875 Alice Thatcher</td><td align='left'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42876 A. E. Mansell</td><td align='left'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42877 Catherine Allen</td><td align='left'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42878 John Evans</td><td align='left'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42879 C. W. Knowles</td><td align='left'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42880 Richard Hopkins</td><td align='left'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42881 Albert Dwight</td><td align='left'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42882 R. E. Thatcher</td><td align='left'>16</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42883 Fredk. Brasier</td><td align='left'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42884 Amy Cresswell</td><td align='left'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42885 Ellen Eaton</td><td align='left'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42886 Alfred Thatcher</td><td align='left'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42887 Annette Mansell</td><td align='left'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42888 Florry Munday</td><td align='left'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42889 Elizbth. Knowles</td><td align='left'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42890 G. E. Summers</td><td align='left'>5</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42891 J. B. Parker</td><td align='left'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42892 Geo. S. Evans</td><td align='left'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42893 C. W. Livermore</td><td align='left'>6</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42894 John Harley</td><td align='left'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42895 S. L. Parker</td><td align='left'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42896 J. P. Parker</td><td align='left'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42897 Gertrude Dwight</td><td align='left'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42898 Alice Mansell</td><td align='left'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42899 E. A. Brasier</td><td align='left'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42900 Wm. Thomason</td><td align='left'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42901 Emily Tisdell</td><td align='left'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42902 Ellen Priest</td><td align='left'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42903 May Summers</td><td align='left'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42904 C. W. Munday</td><td align='left'>5</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42905 T. Cresswell</td><td align='left'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42906 W. B. Perry</td><td align='left'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42907 W. H. Crook</td><td align='left'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42908 Fred Cresswell</td><td align='left'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42909 H. E. Carter</td><td align='left'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42910 John Boucher</td><td align='left'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42911 Harry Law</td><td align='left'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42912 George Walker</td><td align='left'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='center'>----</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42913 Emily Barley</td><td align='left'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42914 Annie A. Hall, Liscard</td><td align='left'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42915 Arnold Hunter</td><td align='left'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42916 Sarah Preston</td><td align='left'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42917 Ann J. Bibby</td><td align='left'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42918 Thos. Henshaw</td><td align='left'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42919 Ellen Godwin</td><td align='left'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42920 Isabella Miller</td><td align='left'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42921 A. Burgoyne</td><td align='left'>20</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42922 Charles Perris</td><td align='left'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42923 N. Grisewood</td><td align='left'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42924 Bertie Joyce</td><td align='left'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42925 George Satchell</td><td align='left'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42926 M. O'Donoughue</td><td align='left'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43927 Annie Taylor</td><td align='left'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42928 Maggie M. Booth</td><td align='left'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42929 Marie Shayler</td><td align='left'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42930 Annie Kendal</td><td align='left'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_122" id="Page_122">[Pg 122]</a></span></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42931 Polly Robinson</td><td align='left'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42932 William Karran</td><td align='left'>6</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42933 W. A. Milliken</td><td align='left'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42934 R. Henderson</td><td align='left'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42935 Edgar Grisewood</td><td align='left'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42936 Nellie Jackson</td><td align='left'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42937 E. McFadzen</td><td align='left'>17</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42938 Emily Henshaw</td><td align='left'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42939 E. L. Craig</td><td align='left'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42940 Harriet Dodshon</td><td align='left'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42941 Ida Edwards</td><td align='left'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42942 Lillie Parry</td><td align='left'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42943 Edith Lockley</td><td align='left'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42944 Thomas Gillet</td><td align='left'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42945 Annie Hughes</td><td align='left'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42946 M. L. Hughes</td><td align='left'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42947 Emily Mullineux</td><td align='left'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42948 Annie McEvoy</td><td align='left'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42949 John E. Parry</td><td align='left'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42950 William H. Hall</td><td align='left'>6</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42951 James McEvoy</td><td align='left'>6</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42952 Hugh Williams</td><td align='left'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42953 Francis S. Hall</td><td align='left'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42954 Florence A. Smith</td><td align='left'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42955 William Lockley</td><td align='left'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42956 John N. Gillet</td><td align='left'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42957 Bertie Abbey</td><td align='left'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42958 Ada Pemberton</td><td align='left'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42959 Charles Abbey</td><td align='left'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42960 Beatrice E. Fox</td><td align='left'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42961 Emily Fox</td><td align='left'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42962 Janet Burgoyne</td><td align='left'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42963 Ada Mullineux</td><td align='left'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42964 George Burgoyne</td><td align='left'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42965 <span class="smcap">Nellie Mathias</span>, Liscard</td><td align='left'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42966 Adelaide Davies</td><td align='left'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42967 Margery Woller</td><td align='left'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42968 Thomas Hughes</td><td align='left'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42969 Sarah Baker</td><td align='left'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42970 Mary H. Shaw</td><td align='left'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42971 Annie Broomby</td><td align='left'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42972 Annie Carran</td><td align='left'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42973 B. E. Davies</td><td align='left'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42974 Esther Smith</td><td align='left'>5</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42975 Bessie Underhill</td><td align='left'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42976 Edith Davies</td><td align='left'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42977 Edith Williams</td><td align='left'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42978 Margt. A. Smith</td><td align='left'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42979 Cissie Craig</td><td align='left'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42980 Edith A. Booth</td><td align='left'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42981 Cissie Williams</td><td align='left'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42982 Grace Jones</td><td align='left'>17</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42983 George Pulford</td><td align='left'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42984 Harriet Fisher</td><td align='left'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>47985 John C. Ledder</td><td align='left'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42986 Jane Sargent</td><td align='left'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42987 Jessie Henshaw</td><td align='left'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42988 Janet Garner</td><td align='left'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42989 J. E. Holdsworth</td><td align='left'>6</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42990 Emma Williams</td><td align='left'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42991 Elizabeth Peers</td><td align='left'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42992 E. A. Bleakley</td><td align='left'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42993 E. M. Fisher</td><td align='left'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42994 Martha Minniss</td><td align='left'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42995 Gertrd. F. Settler</td><td align='left'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42996 Emily Peers</td><td align='left'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42997 Sarah Minnis</td><td align='left'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42998 Annie Kneale</td><td align='left'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42999 Hanah H. Leather</td><td align='left'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43000 James Prichard</td><td align='left'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43001 Thomas Jones</td><td align='left'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43002 Ethel Williams</td><td align='left'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43003 Jessie Bleakley</td><td align='left'>6</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43004 Ellen Leather</td><td align='left'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43005 Annie Williams</td><td align='left'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43006 Dora Ledsham</td><td align='left'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43007 Maggie Bibby</td><td align='left'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43008 Katie McEvoy</td><td align='left'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43009 Edith Taylor</td><td align='left'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43010 M. E. Huntington</td><td align='left'>19</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43011 Elizabeth White</td><td align='left'>17</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43012 Harriet Holmes</td><td align='left'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43013 Lucy Fellows</td><td align='left'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43014 Carrie Burgess</td><td align='left'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43015 Edith Holdsworth</td><td align='left'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43016 A. W. Horner</td><td align='left'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='center'>----</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43017 Annie M. Evans</td><td align='left'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43018 A. M. M. Evans</td><td align='left'>6</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43019 Margt. H. Evans</td><td align='left'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43020 Alexandra Dodge</td><td align='left'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43021 <span class="smcap">Margt. A. Jackson</span>, Wigan</td><td align='left'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43022 Mary M. Jackson</td><td align='left'>17</td></tr>
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+<tr><td align='left'>43285 Thomas Oakden</td><td align='left'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='center'>----</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43286 Mary S. G. Sams</td><td align='left'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43287 L. C. F. Robson</td><td align='left'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43288 S. W. S. Robson</td><td align='left'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43289 Mary H. Colvile</td><td align='left'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43290 W. H. Barrington</td><td align='left'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43291 <span class="smcap">Fredk. Dolby</span>, Oundle</td><td align='left'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43292 C. Martin</td><td align='left'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43293 Rosie Hill</td><td align='left'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43294 Maud Nichols</td><td align='left'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43295 H. Holdich</td><td align='left'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43296 Polly Steers</td><td align='left'>18</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43297 John Wilson</td><td align='left'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43298 Mary Roe</td><td align='left'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43299 Lizzie Gilby</td><td align='left'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43300 Flora Howe</td><td align='left'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43301 Annie Howe</td><td align='left'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43302 Francis King</td><td align='left'>5</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43303 F. W. Garner</td><td align='left'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43304 G. Vivian</td><td align='left'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43305 T. Ball</td><td align='left'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43306 C. Ball</td><td align='left'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43307 Ethel Barnes</td><td align='left'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43308 Clara Maddison</td><td align='left'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43309 Annie Henson</td><td align='left'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43310 Louie Clarke</td><td align='left'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43311 Emily Henson</td><td align='left'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43312 Eliza Horrod</td><td align='left'>5</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43313 Lucy Fortescue</td><td align='left'>6</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43314 Annie Wright</td><td align='left'>16</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43315 Kate Ashby</td><td align='left'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43316 Nellie Denton</td><td align='left'>6</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43317 Maggie Chapman</td><td align='left'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43318 Nellie Ashby</td><td align='left'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43319 Nellie Wyles</td><td align='left'>11</td></tr>
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+<tr><td align='left'>43321 Maggie Wyles</td><td align='left'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43322 S. Bennett</td><td align='left'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43323 Florence Blyth</td><td align='left'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43324 Blanche Blyth</td><td align='left'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43325 Ethel Green</td><td align='left'>5</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43326 Emily Denton</td><td align='left'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43327 Florence Harris</td><td align='left'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43328 Frances Seymer</td><td align='left'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43329 Beatrice Harris</td><td align='left'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43330 Ada Wyles</td><td align='left'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43331 William Glenn</td><td align='left'>12</td></tr>
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+<tr><td align='left'>43333 Emma Smith</td><td align='left'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43334 M. Fox</td><td align='left'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43335 A. Hopkins</td><td align='left'>16</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43336 A. Dixon</td><td align='left'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43337 Lucy Dixon</td><td align='left'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43338 Hetty Dixon</td><td align='left'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43339 Alfred Howe</td><td align='left'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43340 Gertie Brown</td><td align='left'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43341 Clara Brown</td><td align='left'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='center'>----</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43342 Maud Fol</td><td align='left'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43343 Ada C. Killick</td><td align='left'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43344 Maud Brenan</td><td align='left'>10</td></tr>
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+<tr><td align='left'>43346 Annie Bryham</td><td align='left'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43347 Agnes Neill</td><td align='left'>12</td></tr>
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+<tr><td align='left'>43349 John W. Fildes</td><td align='left'>13</td></tr>
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+<tr><td align='left'>43351 R. S. Langrishe</td><td align='left'>10</td></tr>
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+<tr><td align='left'>43353 Ethel M. Griffin</td><td align='left'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43354 F. L. Thomas</td><td align='left'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43355 M. Whitehouse</td><td align='left'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43356 A. C. Brassington</td><td align='left'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43357 A. B. Rees</td><td align='left'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43358 <span class="smcap">Janet M. Westwood</span>, Reigate</td><td align='left'>18</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43359 L. Bassindale</td><td align='left'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43360 B. E. Bassindale</td><td align='left'>16</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43361 Catherine Hill</td><td align='left'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43362 John S. Hill</td><td align='left'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43363 Alice M. Tibbs</td><td align='left'>7</td></tr>
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+<tr><td align='left'>43365 Henrietta Hill</td><td align='left'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43366 Lilly Hargraves</td><td align='left'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43367 Matilda Hill</td><td align='left'>16</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43368 Mary A. Forth</td><td align='left'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43369 Dora Kendall</td><td align='left'>12</td></tr>
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+<tr><td align='left'>43372 Emma Hackney</td><td align='left'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43373 Maria Hackney</td><td align='left'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43374 Kate Pilgrim</td><td align='left'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43375 Louisa J. Mathew</td><td align='left'>7</td></tr>
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+<tr><td align='left'>43377 Ellen Phillips</td><td align='left'>16</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43378 Walter J. Brewer</td><td align='left'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43379 Edith M. Brewer</td><td align='left'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43380 Arthur Brewer</td><td align='left'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43381 Philip J. Brewer</td><td align='left'>6</td></tr>
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+<tr><td align='left'>43384 Oliver Child</td><td align='left'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43385 Courtney Walter</td><td align='left'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43386 John Dodd</td><td align='left'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43387 William Verrall</td><td align='left'>6</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43388 Robt. Woodhouse</td><td align='left'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43389 F. Woodhouse</td><td align='left'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43390 Tom Hackney</td><td align='left'>7</td></tr>
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+<tr><td align='left'>43392 William Hack</td><td align='left'>9</td></tr>
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+<tr><td align='left'>43394 George Rose</td><td align='left'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43395 Edith Verrall</td><td align='left'>10</td></tr>
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+<tr><td align='left'>43398 Charles F. Fuller</td><td align='left'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43399 Emmeline Phillips</td><td align='left'>13</td></tr>
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+<tr><td align='center'>----</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43406 Lilian B. Dunbar</td><td align='left'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43407 <span class="smcap">Harold F. E. Bell</span>, Swaffham</td><td align='left'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43408 Ernest Nutthall</td><td align='left'>12</td></tr>
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+<tr><td align='left'>43417 John F. Bayfield</td><td align='left'>13</td></tr>
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+<tr><td align='left'>43434 Louisa Ballison</td><td align='left'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43435 Julia E. Bayfield</td><td align='left'>16</td></tr>
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+<tr><td align='left'>43456 Hannah Spinks</td><td align='left'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43457 Eliza Ballison</td><td align='left'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='center'>----</td></tr>
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+<tr><td align='left'>43463 H. B. Halstead</td><td align='left'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43464 H. C. Halstead</td><td align='left'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43465 Linda J. Halstead</td><td align='left'>8</td></tr>
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+<tr><td align='left'>43472 A. C. Eversfield</td><td align='left'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43473 G. T. Eversfield</td><td align='left'>13</td></tr>
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+<tr><td align='left'>43489 Clara S. Cufflin</td><td align='left'>10</td></tr>
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+<tr><td align='left'>43496 Lizzie Powell</td><td align='left'>12</td></tr>
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+<tr><td align='left'>43498 W. J. Woodward</td><td align='left'>11</td></tr>
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+<tr><td align='left'>43501 F. A. Stephenson</td><td align='left'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43502 G. E. Stephenson</td><td align='left'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43503 John E. Fox</td><td align='left'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43504 Robert H. Fox</td><td align='left'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43505 F. E. Newby</td><td align='left'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43506 Ernest Newby</td><td align='left'>10</td></tr>
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+<tr><td align='left'>43510 Clara E. Hawes</td><td align='left'>17</td></tr>
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+<tr><td align='left'>43512 E. M. Beaumont</td><td align='left'>9</td></tr>
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+<tr><td align='left'>43516 W. H. Appleyard</td><td align='left'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43517 L. E. Appleyard</td><td align='left'>9</td></tr>
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+<tr><td align='left'>43519 John J. Lewis</td><td align='left'>8</td></tr>
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+<tr><td align='left'>43524 Florence Brown</td><td align='left'>14</td></tr>
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+<tr><td align='left'>43530 F. Hayward</td><td align='left'>13</td></tr>
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+<tr><td align='left'>43532 Louisa Brazier</td><td align='left'>10</td></tr>
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+<tr><td align='left'>43536 H. McLintock</td><td align='left'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43537 William Miller</td><td align='left'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43538 Annie B. Corless</td><td align='left'>6</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43539 E. L. Wharton</td><td align='left'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43540 Jessie Parker</td><td align='left'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43541 Ernest Thearle</td><td align='left'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43542 Henry Burghes</td><td align='left'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43543 William Wharton</td><td align='left'>5</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43544 T. S. Wharton</td><td align='left'>6</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43545 Elizabth. Prophet</td><td align='left'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43546 M. E. Parker</td><td align='left'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43547 Elizabh. Gregory</td><td align='left'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43548 Jonah Roberts</td><td align='left'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43549 Maud Slim</td><td align='left'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43550 G. J. Wharton</td><td align='left'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43551 C. C. Corless</td><td align='left'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43552 Ellen Roberts</td><td align='left'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43553 Elizab. A. Jones</td><td align='left'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43554 E. M. Walker</td><td align='left'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43555 Lillie Davies</td><td align='left'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43556 Jane Gregory</td><td align='left'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43557 Jane Wilcock</td><td align='left'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43558 Sydney Thearle</td><td align='left'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43559 Chrissie Parker</td><td align='left'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43560 Elizabth. Roberts</td><td align='left'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43561 H. E. Horbury</td><td align='left'>17</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43562 M. A. Thomas</td><td align='left'>18</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43563 F. McLintock</td><td align='left'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43564 Arnold Whitburn</td><td align='left'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43565 F. M. Edwards</td><td align='left'>6</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43566 Jessie Baker</td><td align='left'>6</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43567 Evelyn E. Beynon</td><td align='left'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43568 W. S. Mathias</td><td align='left'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43569 Mary J. Bidwell</td><td align='left'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43570 Lillian A. Young</td><td align='left'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='center'>----</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43571 Minnie B. Booth</td><td align='left'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43572 Eva M. Langtry</td><td align='left'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43573 Henry Bridge</td><td align='left'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43574 Ellen L. Young</td><td align='left'>6</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43575 Alfred Stern</td><td align='left'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43576 Emily R. Carling</td><td align='left'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43577 Ada L. Arundel</td><td align='left'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43578 John A. Morison</td><td align='left'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43579 <span class="smcap">Catherine Guy</span>, Peckham</td><td align='left'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43580 Elsie Guy</td><td align='left'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43581 Kate Pocock</td><td align='left'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43582 Edith Pocock</td><td align='left'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43583 Emily J. Purser</td><td align='left'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43584 E. A. Purser</td><td align='left'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43585 H. H. Hodges</td><td align='left'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43586 Matilda Jepps</td><td align='left'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43587 Edith Jepps</td><td align='left'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43588 Amy Barnes</td><td align='left'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43589 Elizabeth Barnes</td><td align='left'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43590 Rosa Barnes</td><td align='left'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43591 Jane Yeates</td><td align='left'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43592 Elizabeth Guy</td><td align='left'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43593 Laura Daw</td><td align='left'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43594 Edith Daw</td><td align='left'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43595 M. G. Greenwood</td><td align='left'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43596 E. M. Mackenzie</td><td align='left'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43597 Louisa Power</td><td align='left'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43598 Emily J. Jones</td><td align='left'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43599 Kate E. Walker</td><td align='left'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43600 Emma Andrews</td><td align='left'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43601 Esther Miles</td><td align='left'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43602 Alice Tildesley</td><td align='left'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43603 Edith S. Gipson</td><td align='left'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43604 Rose Veness</td><td align='left'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43605 Emily S. Gipson</td><td align='left'>19</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43606 Annie Wilkinson</td><td align='left'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_123" id="Page_123">[Pg 123]</a></span></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43607 Harry Wilkinson</td><td align='left'>18</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43608 Herbt. Stimpson</td><td align='left'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43609 Edith Bobbins</td><td align='left'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43610 Albert Ayres</td><td align='left'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43611 Emily Curry</td><td align='left'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43612 Sarah Newton</td><td align='left'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43613 Walter Greaves</td><td align='left'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43614 Emma Ralph</td><td align='left'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43615 Ada E. Stapleton</td><td align='left'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43616 Alvina Daniels</td><td align='left'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43617 Thomas Neale</td><td align='left'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43618 M. A. Wareham</td><td align='left'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43619 Horace Greeves</td><td align='left'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43620 Sarah A. Greeves</td><td align='left'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43621 Francis King</td><td align='left'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43622 Mary King</td><td align='left'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43623 Martha King</td><td align='left'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43624 H. L. Futter</td><td align='left'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43625 Henry Futter</td><td align='left'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43626 Sarah E. Futter</td><td align='left'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43627 Anne Futter</td><td align='left'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43628 Kate Napthine</td><td align='left'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43629 Bessie Day</td><td align='left'>6</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43630 John Day</td><td align='left'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43631 Thomas C. Day</td><td align='left'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43632 George Day</td><td align='left'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43633 Honora C. Day</td><td align='left'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43634 William T. Guy</td><td align='left'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43635 <span class="smcap">Saml. Hilton</span>, Bolton</td><td align='left'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43636 Frederick Hilton</td><td align='left'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43637 Thomas Hilton</td><td align='left'>4</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43638 Martha Hilton</td><td align='left'>16</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43639 M. Mullineaux</td><td align='left'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43640 A. Mullineaux</td><td align='left'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43641 William Bell</td><td align='left'>4</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43642 Thomas Bell</td><td align='left'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43643 Joseph Bell</td><td align='left'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43644 Ada Mullineaux</td><td align='left'>6</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43645 M. Unsworth</td><td align='left'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43646 S. J. Waylett</td><td align='left'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43647 Mary M. Walker</td><td align='left'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43648 Maggie Lomax</td><td align='left'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43649 Selina Leach</td><td align='left'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43650 Elizabh. A. Edge</td><td align='left'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43651 W. Crumblehulme</td><td align='left'>4</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43652 M. Crumblehulme</td><td align='left'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43653 B. Crumblehulme</td><td align='left'>4</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43654 W. Crumblehulme</td><td align='left'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43655 E. Crumblehulme</td><td align='left'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43656 Samuel Hilton</td><td align='left'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43657 P. Crumblehulme</td><td align='left'>6</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43658 Gertie Kitchen</td><td align='left'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43659 Evelyn Bamford</td><td align='left'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43660 Annie Bamford</td><td align='left'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43661 Philip Boardman</td><td align='left'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43662 M. E. Bradshaw</td><td align='left'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43663 A. B. Bradshaw</td><td align='left'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43664 Florence Dodd</td><td align='left'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43665 John T. Gregory</td><td align='left'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43666 Thomas Vickers</td><td align='left'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43667 James Gregory</td><td align='left'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43668 Annie Vickers</td><td align='left'>20</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43669 Isabella Kaye</td><td align='left'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43670 Margaret Kaye</td><td align='left'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43671 Mary A. Kaye</td><td align='left'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43672 William Haslam</td><td align='left'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43673 Fanny Blakley</td><td align='left'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43674 Amelia Rigg</td><td align='left'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43675 Wm. Blakley</td><td align='left'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43676 Thomas Blakley</td><td align='left'>6</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43677 E. A. Blakley</td><td align='left'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43678 Thomas Hilton</td><td align='left'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43679 John W. Holden</td><td align='left'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43680 George Smith</td><td align='left'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43681 M. Partington</td><td align='left'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43682 G. H. Richardson</td><td align='left'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43683 H. C. Atkinson</td><td align='left'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43684 <span class="smcap">Blanche A. Thomas</span>, Haverstock Hill</td><td align='left'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43685 Maud A. Wood</td><td align='left'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43686 Charlie Wood</td><td align='left'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43687 Crews Thomas</td><td align='left'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43688 R. C. Thomas</td><td align='left'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43689 S. J. Thomas</td><td align='left'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43690 M. L. Lesimple</td><td align='left'>17</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43691 Marie Blaess</td><td align='left'>20</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43692 Margt. Williams</td><td align='left'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43693 Cath. Williams</td><td align='left'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43694 Lillie Bound</td><td align='left'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43695 E. Capstich</td><td align='left'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43696 W. A. Badcock</td><td align='left'>5</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43697 H. B. Capstich</td><td align='left'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43698 Anna Merzbach</td><td align='left'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43699 Marian Henwood</td><td align='left'>16</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43700 M. S. Edwards</td><td align='left'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43701 Emily W. Briggs</td><td align='left'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43702 Annie M. Young</td><td align='left'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43703 Lillie Woulf</td><td align='left'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43704 F. I. A. Badcock</td><td align='left'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43705 Ethel M. Eadie</td><td align='left'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43706 Lilian A. Reed</td><td align='left'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43707 Gertrude Bound</td><td align='left'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43708 Adelina Wateling</td><td align='left'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43709 Rosie Bonnor</td><td align='left'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43710 Annie Hopkinson</td><td align='left'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43711 G. M. Tucker</td><td align='left'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43712 K. Fleetwood</td><td align='left'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43713 Louisa F. Steel</td><td align='left'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43714 Mabel L. Eadie</td><td align='left'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43715 Letitia Miles</td><td align='left'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43716 E. H. B. Edwards</td><td align='left'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43717 Mary Brooke</td><td align='left'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43718 A. B. E. Maude</td><td align='left'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43719 Janet Haton</td><td align='left'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43720 Kate Glenister</td><td align='left'>16</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43721 M. Capstick</td><td align='left'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43722 Ethel M. Hall</td><td align='left'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43723 Jessie D. Whyte</td><td align='left'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43724 Harold Dale</td><td align='left'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43725 Nellie Hall</td><td align='left'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43726 Gertrd. Newman</td><td align='left'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43727 Florence Brown</td><td align='left'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43728 Mable Dale</td><td align='left'>6</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43729 Minnie J. Hadley</td><td align='left'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43730 Edith M. Shiell</td><td align='left'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43731 F. M. Dowsett</td><td align='left'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43732 E. E. Rainsford</td><td align='left'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43733 Fredk. J. Rorke</td><td align='left'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43734 James Rorke</td><td align='left'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43735 Marie Rorke</td><td align='left'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='center'>----</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43736 Norah Shelley</td><td align='left'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43737 I. E. Chandler</td><td align='left'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43738 <span class="smcap">Grace E. Brabrook</span>, Lewisham</td><td align='left'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43739 M. C. C. Bather</td><td align='left'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43740 K. M. Smith</td><td align='left'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43741 Ernest T. Hamer</td><td align='left'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43742 M. E. Bartlett</td><td align='left'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43743 A. L. Whitworth</td><td align='left'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43744 George H. Ray</td><td align='left'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43745 Harry P. Francis</td><td align='left'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43746 Harry P. Money</td><td align='left'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43747 Nellie Leroy</td><td align='left'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43748 E. W. Coxwell</td><td align='left'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43749 Thos. J. Roberts</td><td align='left'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43750 G. H. Wheeler</td><td align='left'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43751 Flora Dormer</td><td align='left'>16</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43752 Edwd. M. Jorey</td><td align='left'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43753 Henry V. Jorey</td><td align='left'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43754 H. G. Coxwell</td><td align='left'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43755 Ethel Roberts</td><td align='left'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43756 Alice M. Cooper</td><td align='left'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43757 A. Meinerbyhagen</td><td align='left'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43758 Lydia M. Cooper</td><td align='left'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43759 Eliza E. Green</td><td align='left'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43760 Lizzie Kendall</td><td align='left'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43761 Harriet Gibbons</td><td align='left'>16</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43762 W. H. Newsham</td><td align='left'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43763 Shirley M. Bouts</td><td align='left'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43764 Helen L. Barff</td><td align='left'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43765 H. E. Fleming</td><td align='left'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43766 E. M. Brabrook</td><td align='left'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43767 A. G. Brabrook</td><td align='left'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43768 I. M. Brabrook</td><td align='left'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43769 A. R. Brabrook</td><td align='left'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43770 Wm. H. Smith</td><td align='left'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43771 F. E. Brabrook</td><td align='left'>16</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43772 H. G. Brabrook</td><td align='left'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43773 Chas. W. Sabin</td><td align='left'>4</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43774 H. R. Brabrook</td><td align='left'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43775 Edith M. Sabin</td><td align='left'>6</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43776 Alfred H. Sabin</td><td align='left'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43777 M. C. Kingsford</td><td align='left'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43778 F. K. Kingsford</td><td align='left'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43779 N. B. Kingsford</td><td align='left'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43780 A. G. Kingsford</td><td align='left'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43781 Jessie Barff</td><td align='left'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43782 W. J. Brabrook</td><td align='left'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43783 Arthur J. Sabin</td><td align='left'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43784 T. H. Barff</td><td align='left'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43785 Ethel S. Barff</td><td align='left'>6</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43786 Herbert Brawn</td><td align='left'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43787 Thomas R. Hird</td><td align='left'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43788 F. T. Langridge</td><td align='left'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43789 <span class="smcap">Mabel Mallett</span>, Nottingham</td><td align='left'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43790 Eliza Staniforth</td><td align='left'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43791 W. H. Baldwin</td><td align='left'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43792 Percy Hill</td><td align='left'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43793 M. Edmondstone</td><td align='left'>12</td></tr>
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+<tr><td align='left'>43797 Owen Hill</td><td align='left'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43798 Mary A. Brooks</td><td align='left'>12</td></tr>
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+<tr><td align='left'>43802 I. Lowenstein</td><td align='left'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43803 Florence Young</td><td align='left'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43804 Arthur Dodds</td><td align='left'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43805 Cath. J. Brooks</td><td align='left'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43806 C. Edwards</td><td align='left'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43807 A. H. Mallet</td><td align='left'>11</td></tr>
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+<tr><td align='left'>43809 E. G. Lowenstein</td><td align='left'>6</td></tr>
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+<tr><td align='left'>43816 Lawrence Facon</td><td align='left'>9</td></tr>
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+<tr><td align='left'>43823 H. Bannister</td><td align='left'>12</td></tr>
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+<tr><td align='left'>43840 <span class="smcap">James L. Snowdon</span>, Regent's Park, L.</td><td align='left'>14</td></tr>
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+<tr><td align='center'>----</td></tr>
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+<tr><td align='center'>----</td></tr>
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+<tr><td align='left'>44025 Geo. B. Norton</td><td align='left'>12</td></tr>
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+<tr><td align='left'>44044 K. L. Faldo</td><td align='left'>12</td></tr>
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+<tr><td align='left'>44050 Arthur Weston</td><td align='left'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44051 Bessie Weston</td><td align='left'>18</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44052 Frank Weston</td><td align='left'>20</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44053 Chas. H. Griffiths</td><td align='left'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44054 William Gatland</td><td align='left'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44055 Clarissa Goodwin</td><td align='left'>16</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44056 Edith Carter</td><td align='left'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44057 Emily Weston</td><td align='left'>16</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44058 Maud Griffiths</td><td align='left'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44059 Matilda Gatland</td><td align='left'>17</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44060 Elizabeth Paxton</td><td align='left'>5</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44061 Mary Paxton</td><td align='left'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44062 Annie Paxton</td><td align='left'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44063 Emily G. Garneys</td><td align='left'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44064 Maurice Ashby</td><td align='left'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44065 Francis P. Ashby</td><td align='left'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44066 N. C. Ashby</td><td align='left'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44067 Edith W. Ashby</td><td align='left'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44068 Ethel M. Lester</td><td align='left'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44069 Howard Lester</td><td align='left'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44070 Amy C. Lester</td><td align='left'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44071 Caroline Hawes</td><td align='left'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44072 Maud C. Wise</td><td align='left'>16</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44073 A. A. <span class="smcap">Toppins</span>, Penrith</td><td align='left'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44074 Clara Waiting</td><td align='left'>16</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44075 George Salkeld</td><td align='left'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44076 Thomas Turner</td><td align='left'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44077 Albert Waiting</td><td align='left'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44078 C. Waiting</td><td align='left'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44079 Isaac Turner</td><td align='left'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44080 John Davidson</td><td align='left'>6</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44081 John Strong</td><td align='left'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44082 John Toppin</td><td align='left'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44083 Mary H. Hill</td><td align='left'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44084 G. N. Witherell</td><td align='left'>6</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44085 Sarah J. Toppin</td><td align='left'>21</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44086 A. Wetherington</td><td align='left'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44087 Margaret Strong</td><td align='left'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44088 Helena Grundy</td><td align='left'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44089 Rose Crane</td><td align='left'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44090 Edith Page</td><td align='left'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44091 John F. Sides</td><td align='left'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44092 Mary Forrester</td><td align='left'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44093 Bertha Grundy</td><td align='left'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44094 Florence Pearson</td><td align='left'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44095 Marie Lane</td><td align='left'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44096 Edith B. Young</td><td align='left'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44097 Arthur S. Young</td><td align='left'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44098 Ernest E. Young</td><td align='left'>6</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44099 Elizab. A. Smith</td><td align='left'>18</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44100 S. Bossaert</td><td align='left'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44101 Mary Tooke</td><td align='left'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44102 May Rhodes</td><td align='left'>17</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44103 Hope Grant</td><td align='left'>17</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44104 E. L. Langdon</td><td align='left'>17</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44105 Louisa Stevens</td><td align='left'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44106 W. R. Johnson</td><td align='left'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44107 W. A. Vignoles</td><td align='left'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44108 Lizzie Cole</td><td align='left'>16</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44109 C. R. Bartram</td><td align='left'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44110 Henry J. Bartram</td><td align='left'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44111 M. G. Henderson</td><td align='left'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44112 M. E. Vignoles</td><td align='left'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44113 Ella Bremner</td><td align='left'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44114 C. E. Darroch</td><td align='left'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44115 Helen E. Lamb</td><td align='left'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44116 Mary F. Lamb</td><td align='left'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44117 G. Meinertzhagen</td><td align='left'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44118 M. Meinertzhagen</td><td align='left'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44119 E. F. Fenwick</td><td align='left'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44120 C. L. H. Fenwick</td><td align='left'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44121 A. W. Bryan</td><td align='left'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44122 John S. Assheton</td><td align='left'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44123 Blanche Edens</td><td align='left'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44124 <span class="smcap">Heartie M. B. Bate</span>, Ashbourne</td><td align='left'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44125 Mabel M. Butt</td><td align='left'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44126 Fredk. W. Snape</td><td align='left'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44127 Louisa M. Snape</td><td align='left'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44128 Percy G. Snape</td><td align='left'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44129 Gertrude Norman</td><td align='left'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44130 E. Southern</td><td align='left'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44131 Marie Southern</td><td align='left'>6</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44132 L. Southern</td><td align='left'>5</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44133 Tom C. Southern</td><td align='left'>3</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44134 Evelyn Southern</td><td align='left'>3</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44135 F. A. George</td><td align='left'>18</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44136 Chas. H. Bullock</td><td align='left'>3</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44137 Annie Savory</td><td align='left'>18</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44138 Chas. B. Savory</td><td align='left'>16</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44139 Fredk. M. Savory</td><td align='left'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44140 William J. Wager</td><td align='left'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44141 Louisa Elizabeth</td><td align='left'>16</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44142 Alice J. Broad</td><td align='left'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44143 F. M. Broad</td><td align='left'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44144 Kate P. Broad</td><td align='left'>5</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44145 Charles H. Lowe</td><td align='left'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44146 Lilian A. Lowe.</td><td align='left'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44147 Adelina F. Lowe</td><td align='left'>6</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44148 Irena A. Lowe</td><td align='left'>4</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44149 Cyril L. Hare</td><td align='left'>3</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44150 Harriette M. Hart</td><td align='left'>17</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44151 Mary E. Bell</td><td align='left'>19</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44152 Ethel M. Bird</td><td align='left'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44153 Mabel F. Bird</td><td align='left'>5</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44154 H. Hare</td><td align='left'>19</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44155 Harry Davies</td><td align='left'>18</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44156 William Barton</td><td align='left'>18</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44157 Allin Jessop</td><td align='left'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44158 William Ford</td><td align='left'>16</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44159 Albert Webb</td><td align='left'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44160 Arthur Beardsell</td><td align='left'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44161 Samuel Sprat</td><td align='left'>18</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44162 William Mills</td><td align='left'>16</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44163 Charles Bamford</td><td align='left'>16</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44164 Emmie Gaud</td><td align='left'>18</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44165 Kate Elliot</td><td align='left'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44166 Norah Thomas</td><td align='left'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44167 Constance Payne</td><td align='left'>18</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44168 Walter R. Payne</td><td align='left'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44169 William F. Payne</td><td align='left'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44170 Daisy Elliot</td><td align='left'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44171 Amy Elliot</td><td align='left'>5</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44172 Clara Coole</td><td align='left'>17</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44173 B. K. Tacon</td><td align='left'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44174 Francis W. Ford</td><td align='left'>6</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44175 Percy Parker</td><td align='left'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44176 Mary S. Parker</td><td align='left'>5</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44177 Lizzie Parker</td><td align='left'>4</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44178 <span class="smcap">Ada I. Secker</span>, U. Holloway</td><td align='left'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44179 Cecil Ottaway</td><td align='left'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44180 Frank L. Vincent</td><td align='left'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44181 Jack Findlay</td><td align='left'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44182 C. W. H. Secker</td><td align='left'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44183 Cicely Secker</td><td align='left'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44184 B. L. Secker</td><td align='left'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44185 M. L. Copeland</td><td align='left'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44186 Mary J. Hay</td><td align='left'>17</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44187 Georgina Hay</td><td align='left'>20</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44188 E. J. Braithwaite</td><td align='left'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44189 Daisy M. Wyatt</td><td align='left'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44190 Lily L. Wyatt</td><td align='left'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44191 Ellen E. Vincent</td><td align='left'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44192 Alice M. Vincent</td><td align='left'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44193 Ellen Clark</td><td align='left'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44194 Edgar W. Clark</td><td align='left'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44195 Sydney W. Clark</td><td align='left'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44196 C. H. Eldridge</td><td align='left'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44197 J. A. Coemeke</td><td align='left'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44198 J. H. Broadhead</td><td align='left'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44199 Florry E. Wood</td><td align='left'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44200 F. E. S. Bryant</td><td align='left'>18</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44201 Alice E. Esling</td><td align='left'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44202 Florence M. Shaw</td><td align='left'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44203 E. S. Kemshead</td><td align='left'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44204 H. F. Kemshead</td><td align='left'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44205 C. R. Kemshead</td><td align='left'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44206 Joseph H. Feil</td><td align='left'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44207 Edward Feil</td><td align='left'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44208 Ottmar Feil</td><td align='left'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44209 C. A. C. Read</td><td align='left'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44210 Annie Walker</td><td align='left'>18</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44211 E. E. Sparrow</td><td align='left'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44212 Ada J. Sparrow</td><td align='left'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44213 May Bassett</td><td align='left'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44214 M. E. Roberts</td><td align='left'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44215 Edith Gell</td><td align='left'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44216 Nellie Challis</td><td align='left'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44217 Thos. H. Prince</td><td align='left'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44218 W. H. Summers</td><td align='left'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44219 A. M. Summers</td><td align='left'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44220 Mary Jenkins</td><td align='left'>19</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44221 Lizzie Beckett</td><td align='left'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44222 Mary E. Beckett</td><td align='left'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44223 F. M. Hawkes</td><td align='left'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44224 Rose A. Murcott</td><td align='left'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44225 E. M. Harris</td><td align='left'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44226 Julia Winter</td><td align='left'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44227 Esther Warren</td><td align='left'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44228 E. A. Hamblen</td><td align='left'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44229 Ada D. Sturges</td><td align='left'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44230 Jessie Prichard</td><td align='left'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44231 <span class="smcap">Florence Markham</span>, Dalston</td><td align='left'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44232 Alice Smith</td><td align='left'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44233 F. C. Howard</td><td align='left'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44234 Gertie Oatley</td><td align='left'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44235 Kate Bovey</td><td align='left'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44236 Lila C. Bovey</td><td align='left'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44237 Annie Eustace</td><td align='left'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44238 W. E. Newlyn</td><td align='left'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44239 Gertie Turner</td><td align='left'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44240 Thos. H. Sochon</td><td align='left'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44241 Wm. T. Barnes</td><td align='left'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44242 Alice Walker</td><td align='left'>17</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44243 Nellie Mackie</td><td align='left'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44244 Annie Treble</td><td align='left'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44245 Ellen G. Fordham</td><td align='left'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44246 Henry W. Archer</td><td align='left'>18</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44247 Ernest Eustace</td><td align='left'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44248 Jessie R. Howard</td><td align='left'>6</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44249 Annie Brown</td><td align='left'>18</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44250 Rose Mathys</td><td align='left'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44251 Lilian G. Sochon</td><td align='left'>6</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44252 Emily Foale</td><td align='left'>18</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44253 Violet Hoppe</td><td align='left'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44254 Ph[oe]be Holness</td><td align='left'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44255 Emma Walker</td><td align='left'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44256 Edith Auther</td><td align='left'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44257 Mary Hadland</td><td align='left'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44258 Agnes M. Hilling</td><td align='left'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44259 Florence Sochon</td><td align='left'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44260 Wm. H. Clarke</td><td align='left'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44261 Katie Lehany</td><td align='left'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44262 Adelaide Shorey</td><td align='left'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44263 E. M. Fordman</td><td align='left'>16</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44264 Lillian Fordman</td><td align='left'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44265 Maud E. Sochon</td><td align='left'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44266 Alice Lehany</td><td align='left'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44267 Agnes Oates</td><td align='left'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44268 Emily M. Clifton</td><td align='left'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44269 Victoria Russell</td><td align='left'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44270 Ada F. Clifton</td><td align='left'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44271 F. H. Moore</td><td align='left'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44272 Lily Lehany</td><td align='left'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44273 Katie Archer</td><td align='left'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44274 Nellie M. Pilbeam</td><td align='left'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44275 Jane Treble</td><td align='left'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44276 Maryann Oates</td><td align='left'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>44277 Ada Lehany</td><td align='left'>10</td></tr>
+</table></div>
+
+<p>[<i>Officers and Members are referred to a Special Notice on page 55.</i>]<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_124" id="Page_124">[Pg 124]</a></span></p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="OUR_LITTLE_FOLKS_OWN_PAGE" id="OUR_LITTLE_FOLKS_OWN_PAGE"></a>OUR LITTLE FOLKS' OWN PAGE.</h2>
+
+
+<h3>PRIZE COMPETITION (Vol. XIX., p. 376).</h3>
+
+<h4>FIRST PRIZE DESCRIPTION OF "RAINY DAY INDOOR OCCUPATIONS AT THE
+SEA-SIDE."</h4>
+
+<p>While the weather is bright and warm, children seldom lack amusement
+during their annual visit to the sea-side; but in this changeable
+climate of ours rainy days often occur, when out-door recreation is
+impossible, and little folk must be content to seek employment in the
+house. Many boys and girls while enjoying the fine days give a thought
+to these occasions, and lay in a store of matter for amusement in
+readiness for the time when the somewhat limited pursuits of indoor
+sea-side life will have lost their charms. It is a very good plan to
+make a collection of shells, seaweeds, pebbles, and such marine
+treasures while opportunities occur. These may be arranged and sorted at
+leisure, and will afford employment for many idle hours.</p>
+
+<p>One almost unfailing source of amusement, within the reach of every boy
+and girl, is an aquarium. A great deal of pleasure and instruction will
+be found in the study of its various little inmates&mdash;no matter if their
+home consist of nothing more than a common earthenware pan. An
+establishment of this kind, however, demands constant attention,
+cleanliness and light being very necessary to the health of the fish.</p>
+
+<p>Shells may be utilised in numerous pretty ways. If for a collection, the
+arrangement and classification of each species form a very pleasant
+employment. They may also be used to cover boxes, brackets, and such
+small articles with very good effect.</p>
+
+<p>Neither does their use end here, for they may be tied in neat bags, and
+will then be gladly received by the secretaries of any Children's
+Hospitals, for the benefit of the patients.</p>
+
+<p>Seaweeds, if neatly mounted, make very pretty collections, and are
+useful in the decoration of albums and Christmas cards. The easiest
+method of preparation is to float them on paper, after allowing them to
+expand in a basin of water. No gumming is required, but the larger
+specimens may be further secured by strips of paper pasted across the
+principal parts, after they have been thoroughly dried and pressed. They
+may be arranged in books like plants, the proper name and that of its
+locality being assigned to each variety.</p>
+
+<p>Some boys seem to think it worth while to polish the pretty pebbles
+which are found on some shores, but this process is both tedious and
+unprofitable. In these days there are few children who do not possess a
+microscope; those who do will find innumerable interesting objects both
+for mounting and inspection.</p>
+
+<p>"Variety is charming," as every one knows, and after a little recreation
+of this kind young people are often glad to return, by way of a change,
+to books, work, and sketching, and appreciate all the more a favourable
+rise in the barometer. But while so usefully and pleasantly employed
+they will soon learn to greet with less regret an occasional rainy day.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Hilda Frisby.</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">2, <i>St. Mary's Crescent, Leamington.</i>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;      (Aged 15.)<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Certified by <span class="smcap">Jane A. Frisby</span> (Mother).<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4>SECOND PRIZE DESCRIPTION.</h4>
+
+<p>When the day is fine and the sea calm, it is very pleasant to wade and
+splash about in the sunny water, and to roam among the rocks, searching
+for little crabs, many-coloured anemones, starfish, &amp;c.; but when the
+rain is pouring down as if it would never stop, and the sea looks grey
+and dismal, it is sometimes difficult to amuse oneself within doors.</p>
+
+<p>It is interesting to collect seaweed, though in pressing it, it is
+difficult to prevent the thin fibres from matting together when taken
+out of the water. One of the best methods is to float the seaweed on a
+plate, full of water, and after placing a piece of rather thick
+blotting-paper in the water, underneath the seaweed, to raise the paper
+suddenly out of the plate, when the water sinks through the
+blotting-paper, on which the most delicate parts of the seaweed remain
+spread out.</p>
+
+<p>There are many games suitable for a rainy day; amongst them a poetry
+game, in which each player is provided with a slip of paper and a
+pencil. A circle is formed; every one writes a noun, and, folding down
+the line on which he has written, passes the paper to the next player,
+who writes a question on it. Each paper is then passed to the next
+person, who, unfolding it, has to make a short piece of poetry, not only
+introducing the noun but also answering the question.</p>
+
+<p>When finished, the rhymes are read aloud, and generally cause much
+amusement.</p>
+
+<p>This game can be varied by limiting the "nouns" to names of animals,
+with any absurd question concerning them: for instance&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i6">"Porcupine," and<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">"Does it like sweets?"<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The porcupine of many spines<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Always eats sweetmeats when it dines,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'Tis very fond of chocolate-creams,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And munches candy in its dreams.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The little ones, as may be seen,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On brandy-balls are very keen,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And peppermints they will devour,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And lemon-drops eat by the hour.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>For girls, painting and drawing are a great pastime, and a very pretty
+and effective method of shading small landscapes is produced by drawing
+on smooth paper the outlines of a landscape (a sea view is the
+prettiest, with the moon shining on the water), and then painting with a
+weak solution of gum-arabic the lightest parts of the picture, such as
+the moon, the ripples, and the high lights. When quite dry, rub the
+whole surface over with lead-pencil dust, applied either with a stump or
+with chamois leather, till the whole becomes dark grey; then mark out
+with a B pencil the shadows of the rocks, &amp;c. When everything is drawn,
+pass a damp handkerchief down the picture, which will wipe off the gum,
+leaving the places where it has been perfectly white.</p>
+
+<p>Such occupations, although the day may be dull, will pass the time
+pleasantly within doors.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Margaret T. S. Beattie.</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>St. Michael's, Torquay.</i>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;      (Aged 13.)<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Certified by <span class="smcap">E. Rogers</span> (Teacher).<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4>LIST OF HONOUR.</h4>
+
+<p>First Prize (<i>One-Guinea Book</i>), <i>with Officer's Medal of the "Little
+Folks" Legion of Honour</i>:&mdash;<span class="smcap">Hilda Frisby</span> (15), 2, St. Mary's Crescent,
+Leamington. <i>Second Prize</i> (<i>Seven-Shilling-and-Sixpenny Book</i>), <i>with
+Officer's Medal</i>:&mdash;<span class="smcap">Margaret T. S. Beattie</span> (13), St. Michael's, Torquay.
+<i>Honourable Mention, with Member's Medal</i>:&mdash;<span class="smcap">Edith M. Mason</span> (14), 64,
+Park Walk, Chelsea, S.W.; <span class="smcap">Sharley Fullford</span> (12), High Street, Fareham;
+<span class="smcap">Grace Pettman</span> (14), Ladbroke, The Elms, Ramsgate; <span class="smcap">Sue May</span> (12), 8, South
+Parade, Bedford Park; <span class="smcap">C. M. Battersby</span> (15), Cromlyn, Rathowen, Co. W.
+Meath; <span class="smcap">Sybil A. Coventry</span> (13-1/4), Severn Stoke Rectory, Worcester; <span class="smcap">May
+Johnson</span> (15-3/4), Boldmere Road, Chester Road, near Birmingham; <span class="smcap">Leonard
+Watts</span> (12-1/2), 12, Broadhurst Gardens, Finchley New Road N.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_125" id="Page_125">[Pg 125]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="OUR_LITTLE_FOLKS_OWN_PUZZLES" id="OUR_LITTLE_FOLKS_OWN_PUZZLES"></a>OUR LITTLE FOLKS' OWN PUZZLES.</h2>
+
+
+<h4>PICTORIAL NATURAL HISTORY PUZZLE.</h4>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">3, 5, 6, 17, 8, 2, 6 = A periodical wind.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">1, 13, 4, 10, 11, 18 = A contest.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">19, 23, 22, 21 = To utter reproach.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">7, 13, 6 = Gained.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">14, 20, 16, 21, 12 = A failing.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">15, 22, 9 = Design.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i11">What is the whole?<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+<h4>MESOSTICH.</h4>
+
+<p>The letters read down the centre form the name of a country in South
+America.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">1. A country in Africa.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">2. A continent.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">3. A country in Europe.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">4. A town in Italy.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">5. A town in Palestine.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">6. A country in Europe.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Archibald Y. G. Campbell.</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Nassau House, Westward Ho.</i>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;(Aged 12.)<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Bideford.</i><br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 450px;">
+<img src="images/i160.jpg" width="450" height="343" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<h4>SINGLE ACROSTIC.</h4>
+
+<p>The initials read downwards give the name of an emperor of Rome.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">1. A set of drawers.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">2. A workman.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">3. Part of a circle.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">4. An animal.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">5. An animal.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">6. A metal.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">7. A girl's name.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">8. A precious stone.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Helen Staudage.</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">(Aged 15-1/2.)<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Yatchley Retreat, Prestbury,</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Cheltenham, Gloucestershire.</i><br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4>TOWNS ENIGMATICALLY EXPRESSED,</h4>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">1. Original; a wine.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">2. To divide; a country.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">3. The mark of a wound; a town represented in Parliament.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">4. A strife; a part of a candle.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">5. A hole; a negative conjunction.<br /></span>
+<span class="i5">6. A female; part of the body.<br /></span>
+<span class="i5">7. An animal; a passage.<br /></span>
+<span class="i5">8. Labour; steeped in liquor.<br /></span>
+<span class="i5">9. A noise; a joint of meat.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Adelaide Bentinck.</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Froyle House, near Alton, Hants.</i>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;(Aged 10-3/4.)<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4>HIDDEN PROVERBS.</h4>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">A a b d e e e e e f f f h i i i k m n n r r s s t.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">2. A a d e e e i i j k m n n n o o p r r s s s t t u w y.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">3. A b c e e e e e h i i n n n o p r r r s t t t t u v.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Kate Smith.</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>5, Royal Terrace, Portishead, Somerset.</i>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;(Aged 11-1/2.)<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4>DOUBLE ACROSTIC AND ARITHMOREM.</h4>
+
+<p>The initials and finals read downwards will give the names of two trees.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">1050 + obo = a blossom.<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">750 + a&aelig;nypoie = a dictionary.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">50 + pgfegi = a warm beverage.<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">150 + ru = to twist.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">1000 + nuhea = kind.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Mabel H. M. Withers.</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Westcroft, Oakhill Road, Putney.</i>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;(Aged 14.)<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4>GEOGRAPHICAL DOUBLE ACROSTIC.</h4>
+
+<p>My initials read downwards give the name of a country of Asia, and the
+finals upwards give the name of one of the kings of that country.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">1. A lake in Russia.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">2. A town in Hungary.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">3. A town in Switzerland.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">4. A lake in North America.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">5. An island in the Mediterranean.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">6. A town in Abyssinia.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">T. Harrison.</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Acaster Hill, Easingwold, Yorkshire.</i>       (Aged 12-1/2).<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4>RIDDLE-ME-REE.</h4>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">My first is in elegant, but not in rough;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My second is in lace, but not in cuff;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My third is in earth, but not in ground;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My fourth is in puppy, but not in hound;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My fifth is in high, but not in low;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My sixth is in reap, but not in sow;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My seventh is in nibble, but not in devour;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My eighth is in time, but not in hour;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My ninth is in arrow, but not in bow;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My whole is a cave we some of us know.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">W. B. Bell.</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">(Aged 12-1/2.)<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>St. Georges Mount,</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>New Brighton, Cheshire.</i><br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4>QUOTATION DROP-WORD PUZZLE.</h4>
+
+<p>Give the following quotation in full, with its author.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The * &nbsp;*&nbsp; *&nbsp; *&nbsp; sigh,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">* &nbsp;*&nbsp; *&nbsp; merry *&nbsp; *&nbsp; *<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And * &nbsp;* &nbsp;* &nbsp;*&nbsp; * not why,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">*&nbsp; glad * &nbsp;* had * &nbsp;*&mdash;A *&nbsp; *&nbsp; * n.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Florence M. Moffatt.</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>7, Union Place, Aberdeen.</i>      (Aged 12-1/4.)<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4>MISSING-LETTER PUZZLE.</h4>
+
+<p>When the missing letters have been supplied, the whole will form the
+first verse of one of Macaulay's poems.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">A&times;t&times;n&times;a&times;l&times;e&times;h&times;l&times;s&times;t&times;h&times;a&times;o&times;r&times;o&times;l&times;E&times;g&times;a&times;d&times;p&times;a&times;s&times;,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I&times;e&times;l&times;f&times;h&times;t&times;r&times;c&times;f&times;m&times;u&times;d&times;e&times;s&times;h&times;w&times;o&times;g&times;t&times;n&times;n&times;i&times;n&times;d&times;y&times;,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">W&times;e&times;t&times;a&times;g&times;e&times;t&times;l&times;e&times;i&times;v&times;n&times;i&times;l&times;a&times;a&times;n&times;t&times;e&times;b&times;r&times;i&times;v&times;i&times;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">T&times;e&times;i&times;h&times;s&times;s&times;o&times;l&times;o&times;M&times;x&times;c&times;t&times;e&times;t&times;u&times;e&times;t&times;e&times;r&times;s&times;f&times;p&times;i&times;.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">S. K. Horne.</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Vernon House, Lordship Lane, Dulwich.</i>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;(Aged 13.)<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_126" id="Page_126">[Pg 126]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="PRIZE_PUZZLE_COMPETITION" id="PRIZE_PUZZLE_COMPETITION"></a>PRIZE PUZZLE COMPETITION.</h2>
+
+
+<p>The following are the arrangements which the Editor of <span class="smcap">Little Folks</span> has
+made in regard to Prize Puzzle Competitions for the six months ending
+December, 1884:&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>I. <span class="smcap">The Summer Competition</span>, consisting of Puzzles appearing in the July
+and the August Numbers.</p>
+
+<p>II. <span class="smcap">The Home and Foreign Competition</span>, specially introduced for the
+purpose of giving readers residing abroad an opportunity of competing on
+favourable terms. Particulars of this will appear in the September
+Number.</p>
+
+<p>III. <span class="smcap">The Winter Competition</span>, consisting of Puzzles appearing in the
+November and December Numbers.</p>
+
+<h4><span class="smcap">Prizes.</span></h4>
+
+<p>I. In the <span class="smcap">Summer Competition</span> there will be a First Prize of a Guinea
+Volume; a Second Prize of a Half-Guinea Volume; a Third Prize of a
+Five-Shilling Volume, awarded in <span class="smcap">Each Division</span>, viz., the <span class="smcap">Senior
+Division</span> for girls and boys between the ages of 14 and 16 (<i>inclusive</i>),
+and the <span class="smcap">Junior Division</span> for those <i>under</i> 14 years of age. There will
+also be awards of Bronze Medals of the <span class="smcap">Little Folks</span> Legion of Honour to
+the three next highest of the Competitors following the Prizewinners in
+<i>each</i> Division.</p>
+
+<p>II. In the <span class="smcap">Home and Foreign Competition</span> Special and Additional Prizes
+will be offered, of which full particulars will be given in the
+September Number.</p>
+
+<p>III. A List of Prizes in the <span class="smcap">Winter Competition</span> will appear in the
+November and December Numbers.</p>
+
+<h4><span class="smcap">Regulations.</span></h4>
+
+<p>Solutions of the Puzzles published in this number must reach the Editor
+not later than August 8th (August 12th for Competitors residing abroad),
+addressed as under:&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>The Editor of "Little Folks;"</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>La Belle Sauvage Yard,</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Answers to Puzzles.</i>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<i>Ludgate Hill,</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Junior [or Senior] Division.</i>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<i>London, E.C.</i><br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>Solutions to Puzzles must be accompanied by certificates from a Parent,
+Teacher, or other responsible person, stating that they are <i>the sole
+and unaided work</i> of the competitor. No assistance must be given by any
+other person.</p>
+
+<p>Competitors can be credited only under their own name.</p>
+
+<p>The decision of the Editor of <span class="smcap">Little Folks</span> on all matters must be
+considered final.</p>
+
+<p>The names and addresses of Prize and Medal winners will be duly
+published in <span class="smcap">Little Folks</span>.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h3>GAME PUZZLE FOR AUGUST.</h3>
+
+<h4>(Being the second and concluding Puzzle of the "Summer Competition.")</h4>
+
+<h4><span class="smcap">Alphabetical Historical Puzzle.</span></h4>
+
+
+<h4><span class="smcap">Senior Division.</span></h4>
+
+<p>(The first letters of each light are in consecutive order from A to L.
+Thus light one commences with A, light twelve with L.)</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">1. An English Queen you here will find,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The last of Stuart line.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">2. His fierce attack of Russian steppes<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Commences his decline.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">3. Death standeth by&mdash;he saves himself<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By his <i>teeth</i>, I pray you note.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">4. Of the Great Seal and its keepers<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">This famed antiquary wrote.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">5. In preparing the first Greek Testament<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Much learning he displayed.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">6. A Bishop this, of Winchester,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who Richmond's cause did aid.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">7. A Tzar of Moscow, born, I think,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In 1552.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">8. Minister of Charles I.;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Historian also.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">9. A great Athenian orator,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His writings tell his fame.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">10. A letter-writer much renowned;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But who can tell his name?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">11. Mathematician and philosopher,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In Sweden of great note.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">12. For this great English singer<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Purcell many a bass song wrote.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+<h4><span class="smcap">Junior Division.</span></h4>
+
+<p>The first letters of each light are in consecutive order from M to Y,
+omitting X. Thus light one commences with M, light eleven with W, and
+light twelve with Y.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">1. Blenheim's splendid mansion<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To this Duke the nation gave.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">2. He sought to reach the Northern Pole<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Through ice-field and o'er wave.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">3. Greek grammarian and poet, who<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On fish- and hunt- ing wrote.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">4. In the train of P. Emilius<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Marched this Persian king of note.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">5. His "Emblems" are delightful,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Meeting many persons' needs.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">6. Emperor Ferdinand II.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He delivered from the Swedes.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">7. Son of Antonio Tatti,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A sculptor great you see.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">8. The greatest tragic actor<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That the French have known was he.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">9. Italian priest and scholar,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To whom Gregory [XIII.] gave a pension.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">10. He succeeded Eleutherius<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As Rome's Bishop I may mention.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">11. In the Valley Forge he suffered,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But he triumphed at the last.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">12. The "Night Thoughts" his other poems<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I think certainly surpassed.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+
+<h4><span class="smcap">Answer to Puzzle No. 18.</span></h4>
+
+<h4><span class="smcap">Senior Division.&mdash;Salamander.</span></h4>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">1. <b>S</b> quirrel.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">2. <b>A</b> nchovy.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">3. <b>L</b> agotis.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">4. <b>A</b> lligator.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">5. <b>M</b> ammoth.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">6. <b>A</b> ristotle's lantern.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">7. <b>N</b> ightingale.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">8. <b>D</b> igitigrades.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">9. <b>E</b> agle.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">10. <b>R</b> hombus minimus.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>CLASS I.&mdash;Consisting of those who have gained eleven marks:&mdash;E. Maynard.</p>
+
+<p>CLASS II.&mdash;Consisting of those who have gained ten marks or less:&mdash;A.
+Bradbury, H. Blunt, M. Bradbury, N. Besley, G. Burne, F. Callcott, J.
+Cooper, M Cooper, H. Cholmondeley, G. Clayton, A. Chappell, G. Dundas,
+A. Elliot, C. Gilbert, A. Garnham, H. Gill, E. Hobson, C. Hart, D. von.
+Hacht, B. Hudson, M. Heddle, M. Jakeman, J. Lewenz, H. Leake, H. Leah,
+E. A. Lloyd, A. M. Lynch, B. Law, C. J. Mather, E. McCaul, C. Morin, J.
+Puckle, E. Pratt, E. Rudd, C. Stanton, W. Seymer, M. Addison-Scott, A.
+Stoneham, G. Sayer, A. Solomon, B. Tomlinson, U. Tracy, L. Webb, K.
+Williams, A. Wilson, E. Wedgwood, E. F. Woolf, W. C. Wilson. N.B.&mdash;All
+competitors have been credited with light eight, as a letter was
+accidentally omitted. Notwithstanding this we are pleased to note that
+the light was correctly solved by many competitors.</p>
+
+
+<h4><span class="smcap">Junior Division.&mdash;Reindeer.</span></h4>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">1. <b>R</b> obin Redbreast.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">2. <b>E</b> xocetus exiliens.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">3. <b>I</b> guanodon.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">4. <b>N</b> arwhal.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">5. <b>D</b> ormouse,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">6. <b>E</b> ider Duck.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">7. <b>E</b> lephant.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">8. <b>R</b> ingdove.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>CLASS I.&mdash;Consisting of those who have gained nine marks:&mdash;A.
+Allsebrook, F. H. C. Burne, D. Blunt, L. Besley, L. Biddle, E. Brake. F.
+Boreham, C. Burne, A. Coombs. F. Clayton, F. Cooper, C. Crawford, S.
+Cuthill, M. Callcott, J. Cooper, J. Chapman, R. Dutton, P. Davidson, E.
+Ellis, E. Evans, L. Forrest, S. Fullford, L. Gill, M. Golledge, F.
+Howard, M. Howard, W. Johnson, A. King, M. McLaren, N. Maxwell, A.
+Marinden, F. Newman, E. Quilter, M. Crompton-Roberts, K. Simson, E.
+Stanley, E. Stanton, M. Somerville, M. Wood-Smith, L. Stibbs, M.
+McCalman Turpie, I. Williams, M. Watson, M. Wiper, E. Yeo.</p>
+
+<p>CLASS II.&mdash;Consisting of those who have gained eight marks or less:&mdash;E.
+Coombes, E. Carrington, V. L. Coombes, H. A. Coombes, H. Chappell, E.
+Elston, E. Fussell, E. E. Gruning, L. Hudson, K. Hawkins, M. Hobson, P.
+Hale, J. King, A. E. M. Kelly, J. Lancum, A. Leah, W. Lewenz, K. F.
+Lynch, C. Moody, H. Muggleston, G. O'Morris, H. Mayer, A. P. McDermott,
+E. Nicholson, G. Price, E. Raven, H. Smith, L. Stoneham, M. Snowball, H.
+Talbot, E. Tice, L. Walpole, M. Wigram, F. H. Woolf, K. Wedgwood, B. de
+St. Pierre.</p>
+
+<p>The List of Prize and Medal winners for the Second Quarter of 1884 will
+appear in the next Number.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Note.</span>&mdash;In place of "Anne" as light four of the Senior Division of No. 16
+read "Parr," Anne being a misprint.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_127" id="Page_127">[Pg 127]</a></span></p>
+<p><a name="Questions_and_Answers" id="Questions_and_Answers"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 550px;">
+<img src="images/i166.jpg" width="550" height="82" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>[<i>The Editor requests that all inquiries and replies intended for
+insertion in</i> <span class="smcap">Little Folks</span> <i>should have the words "Questions and
+Answers" written on the left-hand top corners of the envelopes
+containing them. Only those which the Editor considers suitable and of
+general interest to his readers will be printed.</i>]</p>
+
+
+<h3><span class="smcap">Prize Competitions, &amp;c.</span></h3>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Ethel Read.</span>&mdash;[All work of <i>every kind</i> in the Competitions must be done
+by Competitors <i>unaided</i>. The articles in the Plain Needlework
+Competition are not to be washed before being sent in.&mdash;<span class="smcap">Ed</span>.]</p>
+
+
+<h4><span class="smcap">Literature.</span></h4>
+
+<p>An <span class="smcap">Armadillo</span> writes, in answer to <span class="smcap">Rags and Tatters</span>, that the lines
+beginning&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Bear through sorrow, wrong, and ruth," &amp;c.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>are found in the fourteenth verse of Longfellow's "Maidenhood." Answers
+also received from <i>Elaine</i>, <i>Tattie</i> <i>Coram</i>, and <i>An Amazon Queen</i>.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Lady of the Lake</span> asks for the name of the author of the piece of poetry
+called "The Three Crowns."</p>
+
+
+<h4><span class="smcap">Games and Amusements.</span></h4>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Tadpole</span> asks if any one can tell her the origin of "Blind-man's buff."</p>
+
+<p>L. J. F. writes, in answer to <span class="smcap">May Williamson</span>, that the following are the
+rules for "Bell and Hammer":&mdash;"Any number of persons may play, one of
+whom must be appointed cashier. The cashier then distributes an equal
+number of counters to each player, puts up for sale the five cards
+separately, and knocks them down with the hammer to the highest bidder.
+The produce is put into the pool; each player must pay four counters
+into the pool. The cashier has first throw, and when all blanks are
+thrown each player pays one to the holder of the white horse. If with
+the blanks the bell, or hammer, or both are thrown, the owner of such
+card pays one to the holder of the white horse. When numbers and blanks
+are thrown the cashier pays the amount to the player from the pool. When
+the pool is nearly empty there arises an advantage to the inn, for if
+the amount of the number thrown exceeds what is in the pool the player
+pays the overplus to the owner of the inn. If all blanks are thrown
+after the inn begins to receive, the owner of the white horse pays one
+to the inn, and should the bell or hammer be thrown with blanks the
+owner pays one to the inn. But if numbers accompany the bell or hammer,
+the owner of such card must pay to the inn the number thrown above those
+remaining in the pool. The game is stopped by some one throwing exactly
+the same number as is in the pool. The one who has most counters wins
+the game." Answers also received from <span class="smcap">Irene Fedrigo</span>, <span class="smcap">A Busy Bee</span>,
+<span class="smcap">Henbane</span>, <span class="smcap">Fuzzellyboo</span>, and <span class="smcap">Tadpole</span>.</p>
+
+
+<h4><span class="smcap">Work.</span></h4>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Astarte</span> sends the following directions, in answer to W. M.'s question as
+to how to make a pair of baby's woollen shoes, suitable for a
+bazaar:&mdash;"One ounce of white Berlin wool. A chain of thirty-four
+stitches; double-crochet into this for thirty rows, taking the back
+stitch, so as to form a rib. Then crochet fifteen stitches, turn and go
+back to end of row, then go back again for fourteen stitches, and so on,
+taking one less each time until there are only seven left. This has to
+be done on both sides of the leg, so as to form the foot. Break off the
+wool, fasten it on at the top of the leg, then crochet down as far as
+the instep, and back again, doing one less each time till there are only
+two stitches left. Then down as far as the instep do an edging of treble
+crochet, then work another edging (button-hole stitch) all round the
+edging of flourishing thread. Then join the foot loosely down the
+middle, and sew up the leg so that the part increased flaps over. For
+the sole of foot make a chain of fourteen stitches, work it up and down
+till there are thirteen ribs; in the last two rows a stitch must be left
+out at each corner. Sew the sole on to the foot and the boot is
+finished."</p>
+
+
+<h4><span class="smcap">Cookery.</span></h4>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Snow-Flake</span> would be much obliged if any one would tell her how to make
+almond rock.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Ruby</span> and <span class="smcap">A Strawberry</span> wish to know how to make toffee and butter scotch.</p>
+
+
+<h4><span class="smcap">General.</span></h4>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Dicky Wyatt</span> writes, in answer to <span class="smcap">Helvellyn</span>, that the word "Kettledrum"
+means a large social party. Among the Tartars a "kettle" represents a
+family, or as many as feed from one kettle; and on Tweedside it
+signifies a "social party," met together to take tea from the same
+tea-kettle; hence any social party. Of course the play upon this meaning
+of the word and the instrument called a kettledrum is intentional, the
+word "drum" meaning a crowded "evening party," "drum," applying to the
+close packing, as, a drum of figs. Answer also received from <span class="smcap">A Busy Bee</span>.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Luna</span> would be glad if any one would tell her how to dry gorse, and how
+to dry "lords and ladies."</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">W. Routledge</span> asks how to make a graph for copying letters, &amp;c.</p>
+
+
+<h4><span class="smcap">Natural History.</span></h4>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Eustacie</span> would be glad to know if radish would kill canaries; also if
+gas would hurt them?&mdash;[Gas is always injurious; we should not think
+radish was, unless it were given rather suddenly and freely after long
+denial of green food; but we never tried this particular kind of
+vegetable diet.]</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Electra</span> wants to know what is the matter with her hen canary. The bird
+is losing all the feathers from her neck, though it is not yet the time
+for moulting. Is it good for her to have green food every day?&mdash;[Green
+food is good in moderation. It is impossible to tell the reason for the
+loss of feathers with no other symptoms; see if the bird is infested
+with mites, and if so use Persian powder freely. You can do no harm to
+anoint the bare places with vaseline. Unmated hens are very apt to get
+out of sorts at the breeding season.]<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_128" id="Page_128">[Pg 128]</a></span></p>
+
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 550px;">
+<img src="images/i169a.jpg" width="550" height="72" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>A Guinea Book and an Officer's Medal of the <span class="smcap">Little Folks</span> Legion of
+Honour will be given for the best short and <i>original</i> Description of
+this Picture. A smaller Book and an Officer's Medal will be given, in
+addition, for the best Description <i>relatively to the age of the
+Competitor</i>. All Competitors must be under the age of 16 years, and
+their Descriptions must be certified by Ministers, Teachers, Parents, or
+other responsible persons, and reach the Editor by the 9th of August
+next (the 15th of August for Competitors residing abroad). In addition
+to the <span class="smcap">Two</span> Prizes and Officers' Medals, some of the most deserving
+Competitors will be included in a List of Honour, and will be awarded
+Members' Medals of the <span class="smcap">Little Folks</span> Legion of Honour. (See the notice
+about the Silver Medal on page 115 of the last Volume.)</p>
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 450px;">
+<img src="images/i169b.jpg" width="450" height="329" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="ANSWERS_TO_OUR_LITTLE_FOLKS_OWN_PUZZLES_page_60" id="ANSWERS_TO_OUR_LITTLE_FOLKS_OWN_PUZZLES_page_60"></a>ANSWERS TO OUR LITTLE FOLKS' OWN PUZZLES (<i>page</i> 60).</h2>
+
+<p>RIDDLE-ME-REE.&mdash;<span class="smcap">Violet.</span></p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>TRANSPOSED LETTER PUZZLE.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">1. "All is not gold that glitters."<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">2. "Pride will have a fall."<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">3. "Handsome is that handsome does."<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>HIDDEN PROVERB.</p>
+
+<p>"Every cloud has a silver lining."</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>ARITHMOREM.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">1. Livingstone.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">2. La Place.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">3. Milton.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">4. America.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">5. Schumann.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">6. London.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>SINGLE ACROSTIC&mdash;<span class="smcap">Edward</span>.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">1. <b>E</b> dith.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">2. <b>D</b> en.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">3. <b>W</b> ater.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">4. <b>A</b> rm.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">5. <b>R</b> ace.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">6. <b>D</b> uck.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>DOUBLE ACROSTIC&mdash;<span class="smcap">Flounder</span>&mdash;<span class="smcap">Mackerel</span>.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">1. A <b>F</b> fir <b>M</b> s.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">2. A <b>L</b> <b>A</b> s.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">3. C <b>O</b> a <b>C</b> h.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">4. B <b>U</b> lloc <b>K</b> s.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">5. <b>I</b> <b>N</b> d <b>E</b> x.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">6. A <b>D</b> he <b>R</b> e.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">7. <b>F</b> <b>E</b> <b>E</b> l<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">8. A <b>R</b> tic <b>L</b> e.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>MISSING LETTER PUZZLE</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"I fear thee, ancient mariner!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I fear thy skinny hand!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And thou art long, and lank, and brown.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">As is the ribbed sea-sand."<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>SQUARE WORD.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">1. MARY.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">2. AREA.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">3. REAR.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">4. YARN.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>POETICAL REBUS.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"The curfew tolls the knell of parting day,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The ploughman homeward plods his weary way.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And leaves the world to darkness and to me."<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Gray's</span> <i>Elegy</i>.</p>
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+<pre>
+
+
+
+
+
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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of Little Folks, by Various
+
+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: Little Folks
+       A Magazine for the Young (Date of issue unknown)
+
+Author: Various
+
+Release Date: May 20, 2008 [EBook #25534]
+
+Language: English
+
+Character set encoding: ASCII
+
+*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK LITTLE FOLKS ***
+
+
+
+
+Produced by Chris Curnow, Joseph Cooper, Josephine Paolucci
+and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at
+http://www.pgdp.net.
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+LITTLE FOLKS:
+
+_A Magazine for the Young._
+
+_NEW AND ENLARGED SERIES._
+
+CASSELL & COMPANY, LIMITED
+
+_LONDON, PARIS & NEW YORK._
+
+[ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.]
+
+Transcriber's Note: The project was listed as the August 1884 edition,
+but there is no information indicating that on the scans I worked with.
+Minor typos have been corrected. Italics are indicated with underscores
+like _this_, bold is indicate like ~this~. Smallcap letters have been
+converted to all-caps for the text file.
+
+
+
+
+A LITTLE TOO CLEVER.
+
+_By the Author of "Pen's Perplexities," "Margaret's Enemy," "Maid
+Marjory," &c._
+
+
+CHAPTER IV.--HAS ELSIE FORGOTTEN?
+
+[Illustration]
+
+"Look you, Duncan," Elsie exclaimed, when they had walked on some way in
+silence, "I've made up my mind to go, and what's the use o' waitin'? The
+sooner the better, for it may turn cold any day now. We shouldn't be
+long if it was fine, but if 'twas wet we might have to wait up in
+places. I must sit down an' see if I can find out the way to go from the
+map."
+
+"We shan't be to school in time," Duncan protested.
+
+"Well, an' I dunno that I care," Elsie replied. "What's the odds o' one
+afternoon more or less? It'll be many a day I shall be called truant, I
+reckon. But they might be after tellin' of us, an' she'd be lockin' me
+up in the loft, which isn't what I want, so we'll get to school to-day,"
+she added, meditatively. "Here, take the basket, while I try to make the
+map out as we walk along."
+
+Now, Elsie had a great many faults indeed, but there was one thing you
+may have noticed about her that had something of a good point about it:
+it never occurred to her to desert Duncan. She might have said, "You run
+on to the shop with the beans while I study the map," for Duncan knew
+his way well enough; but the little fellow had ever depended upon her,
+and been her inseparable companion. She would guide him into stray
+paths, but it would never occur to her to forsake him, or withdraw from
+him the protection of her fearless, daring spirit. One good point,
+however small and obscure it is, may be taken as a proof that there is
+some good soil in the nature which has developed it where other similar
+plants may flourish. We have room to hope, therefore, that Elsie was not
+without her better side.
+
+"It don't look far," Elsie said, meditatively, tracing the space with
+her finger on the map, which was a small one, and to the inexperienced
+eyes that were studying it reduced distance to a mere nothing. "Here's
+London printed very big. It's a goodish way down, is London, gettin' on
+to the end of England, only England's a very little place, accordin' to
+the map. Any way, it wouldn't be so very long, for that old guide
+they've got at home with the map in it makes this road look just about
+six times as long as it is."
+
+"You're quite sure we're goin' to run away?" Duncan asked, rather
+dolefully.
+
+"I won't say whether it'll be walkin' or runnin', but I'm quite sure I
+shall go," Elsie replied.
+
+"I think they'll cry when they can't find us," Duncan said,
+meditatively.
+
+"Poor bodies! if they cry it'll be with rage to think we're gone," Elsie
+said contemptuously. "I just wonder if they'll guess then I've got the
+letter, an' that I've found out all about it. I'm no silly like you,
+Duncan, or I'd never have made head or tail of it; and then, what 'ud
+become of us when we're big?"
+
+"We shan't be hungry, or tired, or anything bad, shall we?" asked the
+matter-of-fact Duncan.
+
+Elsie's mind had passed over the trivial matter of the journey, and all
+such minor details, to the grand result, when she had found their
+father, and would be living with him in a beautiful place, with all that
+heart could desire. But Duncan's imagination could put on no such
+seven-league boots. It stuck fast at the first disagreeable details, and
+was not even rewarded by the prospect which so delighted Elsie, for his
+mind could not picture any other life than his present one.
+
+"And what would you be the worse for a wee bit of hunger or tiredness?
+Ain't we often that? I'm hungry now without any dinner, an' you'll be
+fit to eat your head before you get your tea," said Elsie.
+
+"Only, we shall get it," Duncan replied, in his provokingly straight
+way. "If we was long on the road, where'd we get anything at all?"
+
+"I've pennies in my box, an' so have you," Elsie replied impatiently. "A
+loaf an' a drop o' milk'll be all we want."
+
+"Oh, yes, it'll do very well on the road. There'll be shops, of course."
+
+"Of course there will. Runnin' away isn't bad. I'd almost like to do it
+just for the fun. Lots o' the books teacher's lent me out o' the school
+library has got runnin' away in them. Sometimes they get into troubles,
+and all sorts o' queer things happen, but it always comes right in the
+end. I've noticed that particular."
+
+They were near the village shop now, and as Duncan had no reply to make,
+they went on without further conversation till they reached it. "We had
+to bring you these instead o' takin' our dinners," Elsie grumbled.
+
+"Dear, dear! poor little bodies!" said the kindly shop-dame,
+compassionately. "It's bad for the bairnies to be hungry. I'll fetch you
+a bit of cold puddin' with plums enough to put a stop to countin'. You
+can eat it as you go along."
+
+She went into her room, and cut two slices.
+
+"There," said Elsie, triumphantly, "I told you anybody 'ud be kind to
+children. Mrs. Callam thought it was a shame for us to be hungry, an'
+so'd anyone else. I ain't a bit afraid of runnin' away, are you?"
+
+"Afraid?" Duncan replied, with alacrity. "You needn't think I'm afraid."
+
+They reached school in time, and put the borrowed atlas back into its
+place unobserved. "I'd like to take it with me," Elsie said to herself,
+"only I couldn't give it back, an' then it 'ud be stealin'; but I can't
+forget the way."
+
+Duncan got through his tasks in his usual fashion, not brilliantly or
+quickly, but pretty accurately. Elsie was in trouble more than once
+during the afternoon for inattention, and earned several bad marks, over
+which she did not fret.
+
+On their way home Elsie appeared quite to have forgotten her grand
+scheme, for she said positively not one word about it. "P'raps she won't
+do it after all," thought Duncan, for it was no uncommon thing for Elsie
+to utter dreadful-sounding threats, and make boasts which came to
+nothing. Duncan grew quite gay and cheerful at this thought, and went
+dancing along with all his usual light-heartedness.
+
+But he was quite wrong. Elsie had not tired of her idea, but she was
+dreadfully afraid stupid little Duncan might unwittingly betray them,
+and so, with the craftiness which soon comes to those who plot, she was
+bent upon turning his mind quite away from her schemes until the time
+came for action. She even went so far as to talk about all sorts of
+things in the most ordinary way, as if she and Duncan were to pass all
+their lives in the cottage on the moor.
+
+The afternoon meal was waiting for them when they went in. Their mother
+had cooked them a nice slice of bacon, and had baked them each what the
+children called a bun, which was a little piece of dough from the
+regular bread-making, baked separately. It always seemed much sweeter
+than the ordinary loaf, and was crisp and crusty, like our rolls, so I
+don't think there was much to grumble over, although they had not had
+any dinner.
+
+When it was ended Mrs. MacDougall sat down to her knitting, while Elsie
+cleared away. She was making stockings for the coming winter, and was
+employed on Elsie's at present.
+
+"It's gettin' a long stocking," the old grandmother said, as she watched
+the length of leg and foot dangling from the pins. "You can't get to the
+end o' it so quick as you used when it was about three inches from toe
+to heel, an' the baby's five toes like so many pink beads."
+
+All the children laughed at the idea. It seemed so funny to think of
+Elsie, big-limbed, strong, and sunburnt, as a tiny babe.
+
+"But a bonnie baby was Elsie," the old grandmother went on: "the
+bonniest of all, eh, Meg?"
+
+"Elsie was a beautiful baby," Mrs. MacDougall replied. "Her father was
+real proud of her, and used to carry her about with him evening times,
+long after she ought by good rights to have been a-bed. You remember
+that, mother?"
+
+"Eh, well enough," the old woman replied.
+
+Duncan glanced at Elsie uneasily, but he could read nothing in her face.
+Then he was guilty of laying a little trap.
+
+"Was Elsie prettier than Robbie, then?" he asked.
+
+"She was a prettier baby," Mrs. MacDougall answered, looking from one to
+the other, and putting her hand on Robbie's fair curls, almost as if she
+were doing him an injustice to say it. "Yes, I think every one would say
+Elsie was the bonnier baby. Robbie was but a puling, pasty-faced little
+thing, thin and miserable, not a crowing, bright little thing like the
+others. He wanted a deal o' care, did Robbie, an' I will say he's had it
+always."
+
+"That he has, that he has," the old grandmother assented, warmly. "His
+poor----"
+
+"Father wouldn't know him if he was to see him now," said Mrs.
+MacDougall, finishing her old mother's sentence.
+
+For Duncan this little commonplace conversation had much more interest
+than those who were speaking could have any idea of. It puzzled him
+sorely too, for it seemed to tell such a different tale from the one
+Elsie had put together. He was watching Elsie closely, wondering what
+she could say to it. It was not so much what she had said that made
+Duncan uncomfortable as the way she said it. "Just as if she was our
+mother!" he thought to himself. "And then the letter said 'weak and
+delicate,' an' after all we was stronger babies than Robbie--leastways,
+Elsie was, and father used to be so proud of her. Elsie must have made a
+mistake. I feel quite sure she has."
+
+Perhaps Elsie guessed what he was thinking, for the first moment they
+were alone she whispered to Duncan, "I can see through it," in a tone of
+so much confidence that Duncan was unsettled again. "D'you think I can't
+see through that?" Elsie said, contemptuously. "She talks like that o'
+purpose to misguide us an' every one else that comes near. She makes
+believe she's our mother always, even to granny, who knows she isn't,
+for fear anybody should get thinkin' about it. Besides, I doubt not we
+grew strong after a bit, maybe; an' if we ain't the babies, I'd like to
+know where they are."
+
+"P'raps they was fetched away again after a bit."
+
+"You've always got an answer ready, for all you look so stupid," Elsie
+said, crossly. "When did they go away, I'd like to know? Can you
+remember? I can't; an' I can call to mind as long ago as when Robbie was
+the baby, an father died."
+
+To this Duncan could certainly find no reply. He himself had not the
+faintest recollection of any other babies than Robbie, and of course
+Elsie could remember better than he. He could not prove Elsie wrong, and
+yet he could not bring himself to realise that such a strange thing had
+been going on all these years in such a quiet, unnoticeable way--that
+Mrs. MacDougall could seem so exactly like a mother to them, and yet not
+be one. He was in a state of bewilderment, in which he could neither
+believe nor disbelieve, and so he went to sleep with a weary sigh, and
+left the mystery to unravel itself.
+
+Not so Elsie. Her thoughts were very busy as she lay awake in her little
+room. At last a happy idea seemed to strike her. "Yes, that'll be the
+very time," she said softly to herself, and then settled herself to
+sleep.
+
+
+CHAPTER V.--"THE VERY TIME."
+
+Several days passed away, in which Elsie said nothing more to Duncan of
+her plans. Robbie's birthday passed off, and Elsie did serve the cake
+and milk under the alder-tree, after all. She was even kind to the
+little lad, and played with the two boys. Robbie was trying hard to
+deserve her attention, running himself quite out of breath after the
+ball she threw, and using all his strength to keep up with Duncan, who
+was ever so much stronger.
+
+By-and-by, when Elsie proposed a run on the moor, Robbie looked timidly
+in her face, and said, "I wish I might come too."
+
+"Well, go an' ask," Elsie said, condescendingly; and Robbie having
+obtained permission, coupled with many injunctions not to go far or run
+too much, they started, with Robbie in a radiant state of delight. And
+Elsie was so gentle with him that Robbie could not help saying, "I do
+like coming out here with you," in his own little gentle way; and
+Duncan, who loved peace, was quite happy.
+
+Two or three days later there was a slaying of fowls, while Elsie and
+Duncan were set to pick a gathering of plums, apples, and beans, and
+arrange them in baskets. As a rule, Elsie disliked this day, and went
+about when she was at home with a cloudy face and many an impatient
+exclamation. This time, however, she seemed quite cheerful, and helped
+readily.
+
+Very early the next morning Mrs. MacDougall was waiting at the cottage
+door in her bonnet and shawl for Farmer Jarrett's cart. Presently it
+came along, the farmer's round jolly face surmounting a heap of baskets,
+packed with butter, cheese, eggs, and poultry. Mrs. MacDougall handed
+her few baskets up to him, and when these were arranged in various odd
+corners she put her foot on the cart-wheel, jumped up by his side, and
+off they started for the little market town, where Mrs. MacDougall could
+get a better price for the few things she had to sell than in the
+village shop, and could also purchase more cheaply the groceries,
+calicoes, and other necessaries of her household.
+
+"Tell granny to take care o' Robbie," Mrs. MacDougall called, as she
+waved her good-bye. "I shan't be later than six about."
+
+"Take care o' Robbie, indeed!" muttered Elsie, just loud enough for
+Duncan to hear. "It's always Robbie. Why should he be taken more care of
+than any other body? P'raps she thinks he'll melt in the sun, or be
+drowned by the rain, or blown away by the wind, which can't never hurt
+us."
+
+As Mrs. MacDougall drove off in the early morning, she looked somewhat
+anxiously at the heavy mist which hung over the moor, and remarked to
+her neighbour that there was a chilliness about the air this morning
+which felt like the approach of cold weather.
+
+"Well, we mustn't grumble," the farmer said, in his northern dialect;
+"it's over fine for the time o' year; but when the weather does break we
+shall have the winter early upon us, and a long, hard one too, I
+reckon."
+
+"If I have a good day I'll just take some warm stuff home for the
+children," Mrs. MacDougall said to herself. Then she pulled out her
+purse and looked over its contents, turning them over and over, and
+reckoning them up, as if by dint of careful arithmetic they might,
+perchance, come to a little more. In one part of it there was a little
+packet of money done up in paper, marked "Robbie." There was more there
+than in all the other divisions put together. It was clear Robbie would
+not go short. Mrs. MacDougall looked at it with a little sigh.
+
+[Illustration: "'WE ARE VERY TIRED,' ELSIE SAID" (_p. 71_).]
+
+"I must get yarn to finish Elsie's stockings," she said to herself.
+"Duncan will have her old ones that she's grown out of. A fine lassie
+she'll be in a few more years, growing like this; but it's hard work to
+keep them without a man's earnings to look to."
+
+[Illustration]
+
+"You're thinking out some very hard question, judging by your silence,"
+the farmer said, after a while.
+
+"Yes, it's just a puzzle to know how to bring the children up," Mrs.
+MacDougall replied. "Since my good man died and left me with them, it's
+been a hard matter at times, but never so hard as now. There's my Elsie,
+growing as fine a lass as may be, though a deal bit wilful without a man
+to intimidate her. She'll have to take service in a few years more, for
+what else can I do with her? an' I'm thinking she'll take it hard, for
+she's got rare notions, an' is a bit clever above the common. Duncan's
+over young yet to fret about; Robbie'll be provided for, no doubt, when
+the proper time comes."
+
+"I wouldn't fret at all," the farmer replied, heartily; "you've done the
+best, and worked hard for the bairnies since your good man was taken.
+They'll find a good provision, I doubt not. There's a special protection
+for the fatherless and the widow, so the minister's always saying."
+
+"It's just the one interest of my life to see the children started,"
+Mrs. MacDougall replied, "although sometimes I get pretty nigh
+disheartened."
+
+"You've had a sorrowful life," the farmer said. "Some dead, others false
+and mean, but you've much to be proud of. The bairnies are strong an'
+winsome, an' I'm sure the little one's just a real credit to you."
+
+"Ah! the poor little lad. I think his father would be astonished to see
+him. Yes, I'm bound to say he's done well, all things considered."
+
+"But, if I may say it, I think you're a bit mistaken to treat him any
+differently from the others. Surely he's strong an' hearty enough now."
+
+"Mother talks like that," Mrs. MacDougall replied; "but I must be just.
+There's many a time when I'd be glad to give the others a little more
+and Robbie a little less, but I regard it as a temptation to be
+resisted. He has a double claim upon me, an' if I were to push him to
+the wall, or let him be sacrificed in any way, the dead would rise up
+an' reproach me."
+
+"But his father never intended you to make a difference between the
+children," the farmer continued. "I'm thinking if it mightn't make a
+jealousy among 'em, which wouldn't be a good thing for any of them."
+
+"Children don't remark much," Mrs. MacDougall replied. "They know how
+weakly he is, an' they wouldn't be jealous. It's circumstances has made
+the difference. If their father had lived there'd have been plenty for
+all, doubtless, but now the strong ones must go without, since they
+can't all have everything; an' they know it must be so."
+
+"Well, well, you do your best; but I will say I agree with the old
+dame," Farmer Jarrett replied; and then they changed the subject.
+
+In the meantime Elsie, having seen her mother depart, and had her
+grumble against Robbie, turned back into the cottage. Mrs. MacDougall
+was very greatly mistaken in supposing that Elsie was not jealous.
+Duncan's matter-of-fact mind took things as he found them, and did not
+trouble to inquire why they were so or whether they should be different,
+but Elsie was quite the opposite. She was always troubling herself about
+things that did not concern her, and not being of an open, ingenuous
+disposition, which turns naturally to some other person for a solution
+of its difficulties, she formed her own conclusions, which, more often
+than not, were very erroneous ones.
+
+It was not yet seven, so that there were more than two hours wanting to
+school-time. Elsie was very busy about the house for a little time; she
+changed her week-day clothes for her Sunday ones, and made Duncan do the
+same; she opened their money-boxes, and carefully counted the coppers
+they contained: they amounted altogether to elevenpence, halfpennies and
+farthings included. These she tied up in a handkerchief, and put in her
+pocket. Then she went to the pantry, and took from it a loaf of bread
+and some Dutch cheese, which she put into a basket.
+
+This done, she called sharply to Duncan to make haste, for she was
+"going to have a run on the moor before school." Robbie asked timidly if
+he might come too, but Elsie would not hear of it.
+
+"You can tell granny when she comes downstairs that we're not coming
+home to dinner. I've taken our dinner in a basket," she said to Robbie.
+
+The little fellow stood at the door, and watched them wistfully as they
+ran off. It was dull to turn back into the empty kitchen, and wait there
+till the old dame came downstairs. If Robbie could have put his feelings
+into words, he would have said that he would have been happier roughing
+it with Duncan and Elsie than with the constant care and consideration
+that separated him from them. Perhaps, after all, Farmer Jarrett was
+right.
+
+Elsie was in an extraordinary state of excitement this morning. She
+danced along, laughing and talking merrily. Duncan wondered to see her
+in such spirits, for it was seldom that she had nothing to grumble at.
+
+By-and-by they reached a point where there were two roads: the one
+leading to the village, the other a short cut to the school, running
+along the back of the village. Elsie took the long one.
+
+"Where are you going?" Duncan asked, in astonishment.
+
+Elsie looked at him gleefully, and burst out laughing. "I don't mind
+telling you now," she replied; "you can't let it out. We're going to
+England, and we've got the whole day before us, for granny won't expect
+us home till after afternoon school, and mother won't be home till
+sunset. Oh! wasn't it just a capital idea of mine?"
+
+"To England?" echoed Duncan, somewhat ruefully, for the idea was, after
+all, sudden enough to take him aback. "Then let's be quick, Elsie. Shall
+we get there to-night?"
+
+"That depends," Elsie returned, with the air of a person who knows all
+about it. "If we get a lift on the road, we shall get along quickly."
+
+It had occurred to her that they might not reach London that evening,
+but she was not daunted by the thought, for she had a plan in her mind
+in case of such an event, only she considered it wiser to keep Duncan in
+ignorance of any possible difficulty.
+
+
+CHAPTER VI.--ON THE WAY.
+
+As far as the village the way was straight enough. Elsie and Duncan
+skipped along merrily. Presently the sun began to struggle through the
+clouds and disperse the haze. The day promised to be fine and warm,
+which was certainly a great advantage.
+
+The few straggling houses that formed the village of Dunster were soon
+passed, and then arose the first difficulty. The road for some little
+distance was direct enough, but at last it came to a sudden termination,
+or rather, opened out into a wider space, where there was a dirty pond,
+a patch of grass, and two roads: the one to the left, the other to the
+right. Right before them, filling up the way they ought to take in order
+to carry out Elsie's plan of keeping straight on, stood a tiny crofter's
+cottage, surrounded by its meagre crops enclosed within low stone walls.
+Beyond it the ground began to rise into hills, and far away in the
+distance rose the black-looking peaks of mountains.
+
+Elsie stood still for a few minutes in puzzled thought. "If we begin to
+take turnings we are sure to lose our way," she said to herself, in
+woeful disappointment at this sudden check; but presently her spirits
+revived. "I see it all!" she cried, "Of course, if the road went
+straight on, apart from having to go right through the croft, it would
+lead us just straight away into the mountains; an' I'd like to know how
+we'd ever get over the top of that big one, with the clouds hanging over
+it. The road takes you clear away through the glen, of course, and it
+runs a bit to the side, no doubt. We'll just keep in the right
+direction, an' it'll be right enough. Let us think a minute. Is London
+to the right or the left, Duncan? Which think you?"
+
+"It's more on the right side of the map, I think," Duncan replied,
+doubtfully.
+
+"Ah! but, you little silly, we're up in Scotland, and we're to walk down
+the map. You must just reverse it, to be sure," Elsie replied.
+
+"The map's a funny sort of shape, where it joins on to England," Duncan
+muttered. "It seems to run off more sideways like; we ought to twist
+about, I'm sure, or else we'll be going straight through the bottom of
+Scotland into the sea!"
+
+"Oh, you baby!" Elsie cried, scornfully. "Do you think we couldn't walk
+along the edge? I'm not so sure it wouldn't be the best. We should be
+certain to know our way then, when once we got to the coast."
+
+"S'pose we was to fall over?" urged Duncan.
+
+"Oh, it is just the best idea of all!" Elsie cried, clapping her hands.
+"We'll just find the sea first of all; and won't it be a real bonny
+sight, with the ships sailing on it. Then we'll go along till we get
+into England, and any one'll tell us the way to London. This turning
+seems the most like going straight, so we'll take it."
+
+This knotty point decided, Elsie tripped along with no sort of
+misgiving. Duncan was by no means so sure. He had received geography
+lessons, in which he had been told how many hundred miles long Scotland
+was, and he had a sort of dim suspicion that London must be farther off
+than Elsie thought; but he did not feel much uneasiness.
+
+After a while the road became rough and uneven, and at last it turned
+sharp round in the wrong direction, but just beyond them the low wall
+suddenly ended in a scattered heap of stony fragments, and the grass
+stretched fresh and green away to the hills.
+
+"Come on, Duncan!" Elsie cried, dragging him after her on to the grass.
+"We'll be seeing the sea from that hill, I'll be bound!"
+
+The hill was farther away than it looked, but they reached it after a
+good sharp scamper. "And now we'll just be after eating a bit of
+something before we go any farther," Elsie said, dropping down on the
+grass, very hot and breathless.
+
+"I s'pose there'll be shops by-and-by," Duncan said, "or a farm, where
+we can get a drink of milk."
+
+Elsie was thirsty, but she was not going to be daunted by such a small
+inconvenience.
+
+They began hopefully to climb the hill. As they mounted they began to
+find it steep and tiring. After ten minutes they stopped short, fairly
+out of breath. To her disgust and surprise, Elsie found that the
+distance to the top of the hill looked even greater than when they had
+been quite down at the bottom of it, and steeper a very great deal.
+They rested for a while, catching hold of the tough heather stalks to
+prevent them from slipping, then went on again, on and on, with
+by-and-by another pause for breath. There was plenty of fun and
+excitement in the climb, the only drawback being the weight and
+inconvenience of their strong rough boots and Elsie's basket, which,
+however, were each of them too useful to be left behind.
+
+At last, however, the children reached the top, and Elsie stood still,
+and looked all round in eager hope.
+
+But, alas! the sight that met her view was one of keen disappointment.
+The side of the hill descended very steeply into a narrow valley,
+through which flowed a small stream. Beyond were hills stretching as far
+as she could see, until their tall peaks mingled with the clouds. Just
+then the sun disappeared, black shadows crept rapidly over the
+mountain-tops, the whole landscape appeared dark, gloomy, and frowning.
+Nowhere all around was a sight of any living thing, except a few sheep
+perched far up on a steep crag. Presently masses of vapour gathered over
+the hills, and began to roll down their sides, hiding first one and then
+another. Elsie turned away with a shudder. The cows feeding on the
+smooth grass below, the very sight of the road, lonely and deserted
+though it was, seemed cheerful indeed, compared with the awful
+loneliness of those grim, endless hills.
+
+"It's no use going this way," she said, with a little shiver. "The sea
+is farther off than I thought. We should lose ourselves among the hills;
+and it's so cold up here, and not a soul to tell us the way, not even a
+shepherd. Let's go back."
+
+They began to descend by a circuitous route, for the side was steep
+enough to make it a matter for care, and in places the soil was boggy,
+and in others the rocky ground had broken and crumbled away, leaving
+sharp precipitous edges.
+
+When at last they reached the even space, there was no sign of a road to
+be seen. "It must be just over there," Elsie said, in some bewilderment.
+"Perhaps there's a bank at the side hiding it."
+
+"We've come down quite a different place to where we went up," said
+Duncan, slowly. "D'you think we're lost, Elsie?"
+
+"No, of course not," Elsie replied, confidently. "Come on, Duncan; the
+road can't be far off."
+
+Duncan followed without a word. He was beginning to feel a bit tired,
+and somehow he could not help giving a thought to the snug kitchen at
+home, with the little wooden arm-chair in which he was accustomed to sit
+when he was done up with running about. The sight of the cottage would
+have been far more welcome to him even than that of the unknown father
+they were seeking. But he kept his thoughts to himself.
+
+They found a roadway after a goodish bit of running hither and thither.
+Elsie had been wise enough to avoid the hills, for the day had clouded
+over and a chill breeze had sprung up. It was dull enough even here, far
+worse away among the steeps and hollows.
+
+"I don't think we shall get to London very soon," Duncan ventured to
+say, after a while. "There isn't any one to ask the way. Do you think
+we've got near the end of Scotland yet?"
+
+"We shan't get to London to-night," Elsie said, with the air of one who
+knew all about it. "Of course I knew that all along. We shall have to
+get a night's lodging, and go on to-morrow."
+
+"But who'll give it to us?" asked the practical Duncan. "There isn't any
+houses."
+
+"Oh, well! we shall come to some," Elsie said.
+
+"Do you think I might take off my boots and stockings? they seem so
+heavy like," Duncan asked.
+
+"If you like to carry 'em," Elsie replied shortly. "We'll want 'em when
+we get to London. Hark! I can hear a cart coming."
+
+Yes, sure enough there was a sound of wheels, and presently there came
+into sight a man driving a small cart, drawn by a miserable,
+starved-looking horse, that shambled along with its head held down as if
+ready to drop. The cart was a dilapidated-looking affair, and the man
+who drove was well in keeping with his vehicle. He was clad in tattered
+garments, surmounted by an old sack, fastened together round his
+shoulders with a wooden skewer. His hair was coarse and matted, looking
+as if a comb had never made acquaintance with it, his face unmistakably
+emaciated, in spite of the dark hue it wore from constant exposure.
+
+As he gradually overtook them, Elsie stood by the roadside, and beckoned
+to him to stop.
+
+"How far are we from the houses?" she asked.
+
+The man scratched his head and stared for a few seconds, then he
+replied, "Don't know of none this side o' Killochrie."
+
+"How far is Killochrie?" Elsie asked.
+
+"Weel, seven miles and a bittock--so--more or less."
+
+Elsie stood still in perplexity. A Scottish mile is reckoned to be two
+English ones, and the bittock might mean anything--another Scottish mile
+or two, as the case might be. The prospect was not encouraging.
+
+"Isn't there any house at all?" Elsie asked.
+
+"Well, there's not to say a house--a croft or two an' a cottage. Where
+would you be going?"
+
+"Oh, to Killochrie, that's just where!" Elsie answered very quickly,
+with a glance at Duncan.
+
+"Ah, weel!" the man replied, waiting in stock silence for some one else
+to speak.
+
+"Can you tell us the time?" Elsie asked.
+
+"It might be five, or getting on to six, thereabouts," the man replied.
+
+So late, and a matter of fifteen miles about to the nearest
+resting-place! What was to be done?
+
+"Are you going to Killochrie?" Elsie asked suddenly.
+
+"Weel, noa, not that--along the road."
+
+"Would you mind our getting into the cart?"
+
+The man scratched his head again, and looked at her in silence. Elsie
+began to think he was a little daft. Presently he replied, "You maun sit
+on it, if you like."
+
+"On what?" Elsie asked sharply.
+
+"The fish," the man replied.
+
+Elsie and Duncan had both noticed a strange odour, which Elsie
+attributed to a stagnant pool of water near which they were standing.
+She now peered over the side of the cart, which was more like a lidless
+box on wheels than anything else, and she perceived that it was full of
+fish. The man occupied the only available sitting-place in front. What
+was to be done? Elsie looked all along the road. There was no sign of
+any other vehicle, not even a person to be seen. Their choice plainly
+lay between walking the whole distance or riding in the cart.
+
+"We are very tired," Elsie said, dubiously. "Shall we get in, Duncan?"
+
+Oh, how the vision of home rose up before Duncan's longing eyes! Mother
+would be at home now, just sitting down to tea, perhaps.
+
+"If you'd like to," he said, without much interest.
+
+"Ye might take the sack," the man said good-naturedly, unskewering it,
+and laying it down on top of the mass the cart contained. It was really
+a kind action, for Elsie noticed that the rags he wore had nothing of
+warmth about them, and the air was already tolerably sharp and keen.
+
+The children scrambled in on the top of the sack, and the man bent his
+energies to starting his old horse once more on his shambling trot.
+
+When the children had got a little bit accustomed to the cart Elsie
+opened her basket to get some bread, for they were ravenously hungry.
+Just then the man turned round; his eye lighted with a hungry, almost
+wolfish, glance on the sweet white bread and firm yellow cheese. "Will
+you have some?" Elsie asked, almost in fear, for he looked so fierce.
+
+In reply he stretched out his hand, greedily seized the remaining
+portion of their loaf which Elsie was just about to divide, and without
+a word of apology, devoured it like a hungry animal.
+
+
+CHAPTER VII.--THE CROFTER'S COTTAGE.
+
+So far as speed went, the children might as well have walked. The poor
+old horse, as miserable and starved-looking as his master, kept steadily
+on, with a sort of halting trot, varied every now and then by an awkward
+stumble, which was saved from being a fall by the man's prompt use of
+the reins.
+
+It seemed as if they were hours on the road. The murky atmosphere,
+obscured by storm-clouds, made the evening grow dark earlier than is
+usual in northern latitudes. The heavy rumbling of the wretched vehicle,
+the cramped position in which they were obliged to sit, the fatigue of a
+long day's walking without rest or refreshment, the dreariness of the
+road and chill aspect of the weather, combined to make this journey as
+miserable a one as it well could be. Yet it was only the very beginning
+of the troubles Elsie had brought upon herself and Duncan.
+
+She was not feeling in the best spirits just now, but she buoyed herself
+up by thinking of the future, and telling herself that every one who
+ever ran away from home had some adventures that seemed trying at the
+time, though they were quite interesting to hear of afterwards, and she
+tried to picture herself being put in a book as a heroine. And she was
+not in the least daunted, only inclined to feel very cross and snappish.
+
+Duncan sat huddled up in a corner, with a face that might have served
+for a Dutch doll, it was so blank and wooden. He was not the sort of boy
+to cry, but down in his heart there was a very forlorn feeling, which he
+would not like Elsie to have known anything about.
+
+Presently a drop of rain spattered on to Elsie's forehead--another, and
+another--and then, down it came in torrents. To Elsie's despair, the
+horse slackened his already slow pace, and finally stood still,
+trembling and snorting. They were on an open road, with not even a tree
+near by for shelter.
+
+"Why don't he go on?" Elsie cried out.
+
+"The rain blinds her. She can't see," the man replied.
+
+"Then why don't you lead her?" Elsie cried, in her peremptory fashion.
+
+Elsie was more inclined than ever to think that the man must be a little
+daft. He got down, and did as she had told him. It seemed as if he had
+not thought of it before. He was so dazed and muddle-headed, that he
+would have sat apathetically on his seat, waiting for the horse to go
+on, although he could certainly get no wetter than he was by walking.
+
+The rain had added the last drop to their cup of discomfort. The
+children were wet through in a very short time, and they were far better
+clad than the man.
+
+They went along in dismal procession, all reeking wet. It was now
+tolerably dark, and not a soul passed them. There was clearly nothing
+for it but to persuade the man to take them in at his cottage. Elsie
+began now to wonder what sort of a place so miserable-looking a creature
+lived in.
+
+During this latter part of their journey, Duncan, too, had been
+wondering where they would sleep; but it was no good asking, he said to
+himself, for if Elsie didn't know she couldn't tell him, and he supposed
+she'd find out some place as soon as she could.
+
+At last Elsie, straining her eyes through the gloom, could make out a
+twinkling light or two, and something like a cottage. The roadside was
+no longer open, but had the low stone walls so familiar to Scottish
+eyes. As they drew near Elsie could see that the tiny tenement was only
+some crofter's cottage, and that the walls enclosed his bit of land, not
+large enough to dignify with the name of farm. Then it suddenly dawned
+upon her that their friend of the cart was most likely one of these
+crofters, whose poverty and hardships she had often heard her mother and
+grandmother talk of.
+
+They stopped at last before another of these tiny hovels, much farther
+up the road. A faint light struggled through the small thick panes of
+glass of a window little more than a half-yard square. The door opened
+as they drew up, and a woman came out, talking very fast and shrilly in
+the native Gaelic, which the children had often heard spoken, but
+understood scarcely at all. Elsie could make out that she was scolding
+very much, but that was all. As she came near her eyes fell upon the two
+children. She stood still for a moment, her voluble speech checked by
+amazement and dismay.
+
+Elsie sprang out, and seized the moment. "We are wet through with the
+rain," she said; "and it is a long way yet to Killochrie. I have some
+pennies I will give you if you will let us stay to-night in your
+cottage."
+
+The woman stood eyeing her cautiously. So little as Elsie could see of
+her, she was not a pleasant-looking individual. She seemed to be a big
+bony creature, with loose locks of hair hanging about her face, and
+great bare arms held a-kimbo.
+
+"Show me the money," the woman said, holding out her hand greedily.
+
+Elsie hesitated, for the incident with the bread made her afraid of
+letting her whole stock be seen, but the rain was still pouring down,
+and a night's shelter must be secured somehow. She drew her handkerchief
+out of her pocket, and untying the knots, tried to slip a few pennies
+out, and keep the others unobserved among the folds.
+
+[Illustration: "THE CHILDREN ... MADE THEIR WAY UP TO THE COTTAGE
+DOOR."]
+
+But the woman watched her fumbling movements very narrowly, and suddenly
+made a dart at the handkerchief, chinking the copper coins together,
+with a rattle that betrayed them at once.
+
+"I will take care of them," the woman said, holding out her hand. "Go
+in, then--you can," she added, with a shrug of the shoulder which did
+not express a very warm welcome.
+
+However, there was nothing else to be done, so the children, Elsie
+leading Duncan by the hand, made their way up to the cottage door, while
+the woman went off with her husband to some unknown region, either to
+assist him with the horse, or, what was much more likely, to talk to him
+about the strange load he had brought home with him.
+
+Elsie thought she had never seen anything so horrible as the sight that
+greeted her when she pushed the door wide open, and stood on the
+threshold of the crofter's home.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+The tiny place was dirty in the extreme. The floor, which had been of
+boards, had rotted away in several places, showing the bare ground
+beneath. A broken rickety table and a few dilapidated chairs and stools
+were the only furniture, with the exception of an old clock standing
+against one of the walls. A shelf in one corner displayed a few odd
+pieces of coarse crockery, for the most part chipped and cracked, and
+some pieces of bread.
+
+Elsie perceiving a door, ventured to lift the latch and look in. It
+opened into a still smaller apartment, the principal part of which was
+occupied by something on the floor intended for a bed, where two
+children lay sleeping. The ceiling was very low, and had an open space
+at one end, with a ladder, which appeared to lead into a kind of loft,
+where onions seemed to be stored, by the odour coming from it. As far as
+she could discover, these comprised the whole accommodation of the
+crofter's cottage.
+
+While Elsie was wondering where they would have to sleep, the man and
+woman came in. Elsie had stripped off her soaking jacket, and was
+standing near the smoky peat fire, endeavouring to dry her wet skirts
+and feet. Poor Duncan had no outer coat to protect him, and was
+consequently wet to the very skin. He was standing in his shirt-sleeves,
+shivering, by Elsie's side.
+
+"What is your name?" the woman asked of Elsie, in the slow measured
+accents of one who speaks a language not perfectly familiar.
+
+"Our name is Grosvenor," Elsie said, with a warning glance at Duncan,
+which, however, the woman's quick eyes noted.
+
+"What for you are going to Killochrie by yourselves?"
+
+"Our mother is dead, and we are going to find our father," Elsie
+replied. "We were living with some one who was unkind to us."
+
+"Oh, Elsie!" Duncan whispered, under his breath; but Elsie checked him
+peremptorily. Poor Duncan had never felt so wretched in his life before.
+
+"Where was that?" the woman asked.
+
+"Oh! a long way off," Elsie replied. "We've come miles and miles."
+
+"What you call the place you ran away from?" the woman asked, angrily.
+
+"It hadn't got any particular name," Elsie replied. "It was out on the
+moor."
+
+"You will know the way back?" the woman asked.
+
+"But I am not going back," Elsie said, defiantly. "We are going to
+Killochrie to-morrow morning."
+
+The woman only smiled grimly, and pointing to two stools, signified to
+the children that they might sit down.
+
+"Will you give us something to eat?" Elsie asked. "We are hungry--he
+took our bread and cheese."
+
+"Cheese?" the woman said, eagerly. "Where is it?"
+
+"He ate it," Elsie replied.
+
+"The pig! the greedy one!" the woman cried, angrily, as she reached down
+a plate of bread from the corner shelf.
+
+It was coarse and stale, but the children were too hungry to be
+disdainful. At home they would have scorned such a supper with infinite
+disgust, but now they ate it readily.
+
+Presently, however, the woman got some more plates, and taking the lid
+off an iron pot that stood beside the fire, she ladled out a mass of
+what proved to be boiled onions. Having served her husband and herself,
+she handed a small quantity to the children, which they found palatable
+and comfortable in their wet, cold condition.
+
+When this frugal meal was ended, she signed to them to follow her, and
+taking them into the next apartment, led the way up the ladder. They
+found themselves presently in a tiny loft, where all sorts of rubbish
+was stored, together with a stack of onions. The woman cleared a space
+by piling the things together in a more huddled mass than they were
+already, and bringing several sacks out of the confusion, threw them
+down on the floor to form a bed.
+
+"Is that where we are to sleep?" Elsie asked. "What are we to have over
+us?"
+
+The woman pointed to one of the sacks.
+
+"Look how wet my frock is!" Elsie cried, almost in despair. "Can't you
+give us something to put over us while our things are getting dry?"
+
+The woman went rummaging among the lumber, and presently brought out a
+ragged, old gown of her own. Elsie took it from her almost with a
+shudder of loathing.
+
+She took off her sopping frock, and gave it to the woman to hang up.
+Then she rolled Robbie up in one of the sacks as well as she could, and
+spread another for him to lie down upon, leaving herself one sack to
+serve as a bed, and only the old rags the woman had given her for a
+covering.
+
+They lay down, not in the highest possible spirits. Elsie was so angry
+at being robbed of her food and of her money, that she dwelt more upon
+this grievance than the wretched discomfort they were enduring, until
+she heard a faint sound of sobbing emerging from the sack in which
+Duncan was encased.
+
+That sound smote her with an uncomfortable sense of reproach. "Never
+mind, dear," she whispered softly; "it'll be all right to-morrow. Get to
+sleep and forget it."
+
+"If it were not for being poked up in this loft, I'd slip out, without
+bidding them 'good-bye,' as soon as it is light to-morrow morning,"
+Elsie said to herself, with an uneasy reflection of what disagreeable
+greedy people they seemed to be. "Any way, we won't stay a minute longer
+than we're obliged."
+
+Fortunately for Elsie, she had no idea how long that was to be. Nance
+Ferguson knew what she was doing, and why she had put them up in the
+loft.
+
+(_To be continued._)
+
+
+
+
+HINTS ON CANVASINE PAINTING.
+
+
+This is the art of colouring a photograph so as to imitate an
+oil-painting. Although we know that no imitation of this kind can ever
+reach the perfection of the real article, yet we can obtain very fair
+copies. The work, when well done, is really pretty, and it makes a good
+show on the walls. It is not at all difficult, and those who have a
+slight knowledge of painting can easily accomplish some creditable
+pieces that they will enjoy seeing in their rooms, and that their
+friends will consider welcome presents. The colours are unobjectionable
+as regards smell, for they have none, and the work is clean, and can be
+rapidly done.
+
+The choice of the photograph is of importance, for it must be a good
+one, and suitable for the purpose. Those taken from the pictures in the
+Munich, Dresden, and Italian galleries will be found best to select
+from. The outlines of the subject should be well defined, and the whole
+photograph clear and distinct. It is advisable to begin on figure
+subjects, as they are easiest, and certainly the most effective. The
+picture should not contain many figures, or they must necessarily in
+that case be small, and some difficulty will, in consequence, be met
+with in colouring them. Young amateurs seem to think that small pieces
+are more within their province: they are afraid to attempt a larger
+size, but we assure them this is a fallacy. Minute details require great
+care, and it is more awkward to get small washes level than larger ones.
+
+The first thing to be done is to buy our materials, and these we can get
+all neatly arranged in a box. The colours are: two flesh tints, light
+and golden yellow, vermilion and carmine, blue, violet, purple, light
+and wood brown, green, and black. All the colours are dry, except black;
+and ordinary Chinese white is used, as there is no white specially made
+for canvasine.
+
+There are two bottles of medium, one adhesive and one preservative.
+Camel's-hair brushes of various sizes, canvas and stretchers, a roller,
+and a squeegee, or presser, are also requisite.
+
+Having all our materials at hand, let us set to work. The stretcher has
+been bought to suit the size of the photograph, but probably the latter
+will have to be cut a little round the edges, to make it just about an
+eighth of an inch smaller than the former. Take some of the prepared
+canvas, and cut it an inch and a half larger than the photo; wet it
+thoroughly, and fasten it to a board with drawing-pins, the prepared
+side uppermost. The back of the photo will require to be rubbed with
+glass-paper, if it is a thick one; not otherwise, for fear of making
+holes in it. To manage this carefully is important.
+
+A sheet of clean paper should be laid on a drawing-board, and the photo
+placed on it face downwards, and firmly secured with drawing-pins. Now
+rub it gently with the glass-paper, until the picture is rendered
+semi-transparent. Then take it from the board, and give it a bath in the
+solution. Lay it in a dish, and cover it entirely with the solution,
+letting it remain there for a few minutes; lift it out, and again lay it
+on the board face downwards, and with a small sponge dab off any
+superfluity of liquid. Pour that which is left in the dish back into the
+bottle.
+
+The bottle of canvasine adhesive is next needed. With a brush well
+filled with it, lay a thick coating all over the back of the photo as
+evenly as possible, then take up the picture, and place it in exact
+position on the canvas which is stretched on the board, and now the face
+must be uppermost. Notice particularly that the photo lies straight with
+the threads of canvas; if it is crookedly placed it cannot be expected
+to look well; the perpendicular and horizontal threads should run
+perfectly level with the top and bottom and sides of the picture. Press
+down the photo with the hand, and then slightly roll it out.
+
+Take another piece of canvas of the same size as the first: this has now
+to be pressed thoroughly, the roller being passed in every direction
+over the surface. Continue rolling it for five minutes or more, so that
+the canvas lines become indented in the paper and are distinctly
+visible. Watch it constantly during the process, and if it does not
+adhere quite firmly to the stretched canvas, put a little more adhesive
+solution round the edges, and pass the presser quickly up and down over
+the photo, still with the spare canvas between, to rid it of all
+air-bubbles; then repeat the rolling.
+
+Not until every part of the photo adheres, and all the canvas lines are
+clearly marked, must the process of rolling be discontinued. After this,
+the photo must be allowed to dry gradually, still stretched on the
+board. No painting must be attempted until it is quite dry, which it
+will be in about three hours. Some prefer to paint it when it is so far
+prepared, and afterwards to fix it on the stretcher; others consider the
+better plan is to fix it first on the wooden stretcher and then to paint
+it; but this is a matter of choice, and workers may follow either plan
+with equal chances of success.
+
+To stretch it, we must proceed in the following manner. Lay the canvas
+evenly on the frame and nail it over the back; when all four sides are
+thus secured, take the wedges, and hammer them into the holes made
+purposely for them until the canvas is sufficiently stretched. Be
+careful to place the board in a good light for painting; it takes much
+longer to do, and cannot be done half as well either, if the worker sits
+so that the shadow of her hand falls on the picture. A piece of clean
+writing-paper to place at times under the hand to prevent finger-marks
+may be found useful.
+
+Now for the painting. We will begin with the face. In colouring
+photographs, the paints have to be constantly washed off, and it is a
+well-known fact that nothing does this so well as the tongue, because it
+acts on the photo so as to remove all grease better than anything else
+will: but some people will perhaps be somewhat afraid thus to wet the
+surface, on account of the nature of the paints. The tongue may,
+however, be used at any rate for the flesh parts, and a small wet sponge
+can be employed for the rest of the picture. Wet the complexion over
+with the tongue, then wash in the shadows with some flesh shadow
+mixture, to which a little canvasine medium and water have been added,
+and wipe it off again at once. Pay attention to the shadows that they
+are of the right tints: for fair children they will be of a slightly
+blue hue; for dark complexions a little wood brown must be added to the
+shadow colour. Now lay over the complexion a wash of flesh-tint No. 1,
+and wipe it off again directly; repeat the wash as often as necessary
+until a good colour is obtained. Sometimes as many as six applications
+are needed; the great point is to get a good even layer of colour. In
+rendering dark complexions, a trifle of wood brown may be added to flesh
+No. 2, and this will give the requisite depth of colour. Put in the warm
+complexion-tints with flesh No. 2. Place a drop of it, modified with No.
+1, over the whole cheek, and wipe it off again immediately. Repeat until
+the right strength of colour is secured; deepen the tint as it nears the
+centre of the cheek, so as to preserve the rounded appearance that is
+one of the greatest charms that youth and beauty possess. Strengthen the
+shadows under eyes and eyebrows, round the nostrils, and on the chin.
+
+Mixtures of blue and brown, and of green and brown, serve for the
+demi-tints which soften the deep shadows by gentle gradations into the
+local colouring. The tints may be effectually blended into one another
+by an occasional wash of flesh No. 1 being carried over the whole.
+
+Between each operation the colour must be dabbed off as soon as it has
+had time to sink into the photograph; it must not in any case be
+allowed to rest long, or the wash will dry spotty, and when that
+happens it is exceedingly difficult to remedy. The draperies are washed
+in before the details of the face are begun, as when the latter are
+painted the colours must not be wiped off afterwards; they are not
+treated in the same way as the washes, but more as finishing-touches.
+
+Draperies and backgrounds are laid in with a full brush in broad washes,
+the photograph being first damped slightly with canvasine medium; the
+colours are laid on freely with decisive strokes, and sponged off, the
+washes being continued until the tint is dark enough. Skies may be
+represented with blue tinged with green, and when dry, some light clouds
+may be dabbled in with Chinese white.
+
+Now we return to the face. With flesh No. 2 touch in the lips carefully,
+and shade the tint off gently, for they must on no account look hard;
+also mark in the nostrils with a little of the same, but now the colour
+must not be washed off. For the eyes, use blue, brown, or grey, as
+requisite; grey is composed of a mixture of blue and brown. The pupil of
+the eye is put in with black, and the light with a touch of Chinese
+white. In the corner of the eye a trifle of flesh No. 2 will be needed.
+The eyebrows should be rather darker in colour than the hair, but they
+must not be too heavily painted; the best plan is to wash them in with a
+lighter tint first, working them up afterwards with a fine brush and
+almost dry colour of a darker shade. The eyelashes, too, must be washed
+in along the eyelid, and then a few hairs marked out with the point of
+the brush. It would never do to put them in entirely in thin fine
+strokes, for they would be sure to look hard. A little blue added to
+brown will make a tint dark enough for most purposes, and the use of
+black should be avoided whenever possible.
+
+The hair will need our next consideration. For fair hair, golden brown
+must be employed; it is applied in washes, wiped off as before, and
+repeated until the desired depth of local colouring is obtained; the
+shadows are worked in with light brown, the lights with a little Chinese
+white. For dark hair, use wood-brown and sienna; and the darkest hair
+may be rendered with washes of blue, which must be applied before the
+sienna, with Chinese white used freely for the lights. Colour which has
+once been allowed to sink in cannot be removed, therefore we must be
+careful not to use a wrong one, or even too dark a shade. Then, again,
+colours dry darker than they appear when first laid on, so we must take
+the precaution to make our washes lighter than we intend them to be when
+finished.
+
+Beautiful tints can be produced by the admixture of the colours, and
+charming effects by the juxtaposition of colours that form an agreeable
+contrast.
+
+[Illustration: "A FOX AND OTHER COUNTRY FOLK UPON THE BEACH HAD MET."]
+
+
+
+
+A RACE ON THE SANDS.
+
+
+    One cool and pleasant afternoon,
+      Before the sun was set,
+    A fox and other country folk
+      Upon the beach had met.
+    The creeping tide far out had ebb'd,
+      And by the shelving strand
+    There stretch'd a wide and level plain
+      Of glist'ning yellow sand.
+
+    The hare, the hound, the neighing steed,
+      The lowing ox, the deer,
+    The sheep, the hog, the braying ass,
+      The sea-gulls hovering near,
+    With groups of various birds and beasts,
+      Of sorts both tall and scrimp,
+    Were gather'd there upon the sands;
+      And thither came a shrimp.
+
+    Now Reynard, who was eager bent
+      Upon some cunning wile,
+    Did boldly challenge any beast
+      To race with him a mile.
+    But when nor horse, nor hare, nor hound
+      His challenge would receive,
+    Up started Shrimp, and cried, "Good sir,
+      To race you give me leave."
+
+    A burst of merriment then brake
+      From all the beasts around,
+    The westward-sinking sun did smile,
+      Though he utter'd not a sound.
+    Then out spoke Reynard, red with rage,
+      "Thou mak'st a mocking boast!"
+    But near him whisper'd Master Hare,
+      "Forget not how I lost."
+
+    The race anon was quickly plann'd,
+      Eftsoons a judge was nam'd,
+    And Fox and Shrimp quite ready stood,
+      Though Shrimp seem'd half-asham'd.
+    And now they start, one, two, away!
+      See, Reynard darts ahead,
+    Unconscious that sly Shrimp had jump'd
+      Upon his tail outspread.
+
+    There snug he lay, so close and warm,
+      While Reynard tore apace,
+    And laugh'd, as only shrimps can laugh,
+      In his comfortable place.
+    At length, as Reynard near'd the goal,
+      He slowly slacken'd speed,
+    And stopping, ere he touch'd the post,
+      He turn'd--he did indeed.
+
+    Then off hopp'd Shrimp, and stood at once
+      Up at the winning-place;
+    While Reynard still look'd back and cried,
+      "How now, who wins the race!
+    Where are you, villain? where are you?
+      Not e'en in sight, I trow!"
+    "Nay, pardon, sir," behind him cried
+      That sly Shrimp with a bow.
+
+    Then Reynard, all abash'd, did stare
+      To find himself outdone!
+    While the jeering crowd, in high delight,
+      Went wild at all the fun.
+    But Reynard could not bear their gibes:
+      He slunk in haste away;
+    Nor ever guess'd how Shrimp contriv'd
+      To win the race that day.
+
+
+
+
+THE KING AND QUEEN'S QUARREL.
+
+(NARRATED BY A DOLL).
+
+
+I was very pleased indeed, when I first came into the world, to find
+that I was to become the property of a King and Queen. I had seen a
+great deal of life through my shop-window, and had come to the
+conclusion that I was formed for high society. So therefore, when my new
+mistress said to me, "Dolly, I am the Queen to-day, and Bertie is the
+King," I was not at all surprised, but held myself as firmly as before.
+
+[Illustration: "THE KING AND QUEEN SAT TOGETHER."]
+
+The King and Queen sat together on one chair, which I suppose is the
+constant habit of Kings and Queens. They were both very nice and neat,
+for the nurse had just brushed their hair. The Queen was four years old,
+and the King was six. And they were both the very prettiest children you
+could see.
+
+The little Queen had a blue print frock, and a little round face. She
+had pretty shy eyes that looked out from beneath a shock of curly hair.
+The little King was very pretty too. And he liked to play with dolls,
+which I always think is a nice trait of character in a boy.
+
+"Oh, what a lovely doll!" cried the Queen, when she first saw me. I may
+repeat it without vanity, for I suppose it was true. Anyway it is
+exactly what everybody said the moment they set eyes on me. People
+always praise dolls to their faces, and that is what makes us look so
+conceited. Even when we are old, and battered, and worn-out we still
+preserve a somewhat conceited air--we still look pleased and proud of
+ourselves so long as there is one little child who loves us, and who
+thinks us pretty still.
+
+The King and Queen sat down together on their throne, and were as happy
+as happy could be. The little Queen's feet dangled a good way off the
+ground, but she did not mind that in the least. She put one chubby arm
+round her brother to keep her quite firm, and the other arm was round
+me.
+
+When a nice little fat, dimpled arm holds me tightly against a loving
+heart, I feel very pleased and happy. If I were a pussy-cat I should
+purr, for I feel that I am in my right place.
+
+"Now I am King and you are Queen," said the little boy; "and everybody
+that comes in must bow to us."
+
+"Dolly shall be the Princess," said the little girl, in a voice like
+that of a cooing dove.
+
+"Her name must be Sophonisba," said the little boy gravely. "That sounds
+something like a Princess."
+
+"Topanithba," repeated the little girl, very much pleased; and she
+pressed me close to her heart.
+
+Suddenly a cloud passed over the face of the little boy. He looked at me
+hard for a minute, and then he spoke.
+
+"No, that won't do at all," he said; "I am an old French King, and we're
+under the old Salic law. She mustn't be a Princess, or she'll never come
+to the throne. We must pretend she is a Prince, and we'll call her
+Jack."
+
+You should have seen the little girl's face at this. All the dimples
+went out of it, and she looked quite frightened.
+
+"Oh, don't call her Jack, dear," she cried; "it's so ugly. And I'd
+rather she was a Princess."
+
+[Illustration: "HE TURNED HIS BACK TO HER" (_p. 79_).]
+
+"Then she'll never come to the throne," said the boy solemnly. "I read
+it lately in my history."
+
+Here the little girl looked much inclined to cry.
+
+"Oh, don't say she won't come to the throne!" she cried piteously. "I
+like my Princess Sophonisba so much."
+
+"She'll never come to the throne," said the King, laying down the law
+with his fore-finger; "a Princess is no good at all. She's a stupid."
+
+"Well, she shan't be called Jack," said the Queen, plucking up a little
+spirit.
+
+[Illustration: "IN A MOMENT SHE WAS UPON A CHAIR" (_p. 81_).]
+
+"Then I shan't play," said the little King, at once jumping down off the
+chair.
+
+The little Queen put her finger in her mouth, and looked as if she did
+not quite know what to do. She did not care to play without Bertie, but
+she wanted to have her own way. She glanced at Bertie out of the corner
+of her eye. He turned his back to her directly, and would not look her
+in the face. Yes, there was no doubt about it--she could tell it from
+the look of his shoulders--Bertie was in the sulks.
+
+All their play was spoilt. The throne was deserted, the sceptre laid
+down. They did not care to be King or Queen by themselves.
+
+"I shall go down to mamma, then," said the Queen, and she put me down on
+the chair, and went off.
+
+For some time Bertie stood in the corner, looking very cross. Then he
+looked round, and began wondering when May would come back. Next he
+commenced to cry.
+
+"Naughty girl! naughty girl! I don't want her to come back!" and he took
+a piece of string out of his pocket, and kept slashing it against his
+sleeve as he spoke.
+
+Suddenly, in the midst of his temper, he caught sight of me.
+
+"Nasty doll!" he cried; "we should never have quarrelled if it hadn't
+been for you! You shall be a boy," he added, sternly; "for I'll cut all
+your hair off!"
+
+A shudder went through me. Unfortunately the nursery scissors were lying
+on the table--he took them up, and in a minute it was done. Clip, clip,
+went the scissors, as if they were pleased, and nearly the whole of my
+flaxen curls lay scattered on the floor. How I looked I don't know, but
+I think Bertie was a little frightened when he saw what he had done. I
+don't think he was anxious for his sister to see me, so he jumped up on
+the fender and put me on top of the mantel-piece.
+
+Here I lay, with my feet dangling down off the side, about as
+uncomfortable as a doll could be. Nearly all my hair was cut short, my
+hat had fallen off in the fray, and I found myself in a position of much
+discomfort, and even danger. I could see nothing that went on in the
+room, and the heat of the stove was fast melting my beautiful
+complexion. I tried to look like a Princess, but it was hard.
+
+The nursery-door opened, and the little girl came back. In a minute she
+ran up to the chair where she had left me, and then looked at her
+brother.
+
+"Where's dolly?" she cried, and she looked anxiously round.
+
+"I shan't tell you," said Bertie, beginning to look frightened.
+
+"Oh, dolly, dolly; where is my dolly?" cried the little girl, and how I
+longed for a voice that could answer her. I could hear her going all
+round the room, pulling open drawers and cupboards, and hunting for me,
+but I never said a word.
+
+Suddenly I heard a cry. She had come to the hearth-rug, where lay the
+scissors, and nearly all my beautiful flaxen curls on the floor.
+
+[Illustration: "SO THEY MADE IT UP" (_p. 81_).]
+
+"Oh, my dear dolly! my dear dolly! He's cut off her hair. Oh, you cruel
+boy!" cried the little Queen, and she sat down and cried as if her heart
+would break. Then she glanced up, and caught sight of where I lay,
+placidly reposing on the mantel-piece with my eyes turned up to the
+ceiling. In a moment she was upon a chair, and ready to fetch me down,
+when what with the chair being unsteady, and her eyes being full of
+tears, the chair slipped beneath her, and down she fell on the floor.
+
+[Illustration: THE DISCONTENTED KINGFISHER. (_See p. 81._)]
+
+Poor little Queen, she was in a very bad way! Her head fell against the
+fender, and hurt her very much, she sobbed and cried both with the
+fright and the pain. Nurse came running up, and took her on her knee,
+and it was a long time before she could console her.
+
+"My dolly, my dolly!" she cried between her tears, and the nurse took me
+down from the mantel-piece, and gave me to her. How she did cry over me!
+I felt dreadfully vexed, because tears are fatal to my complexion.
+
+Bertie stood looking on frightened, and came up to look at his sister.
+
+"Go away, you naughty boy," cried nurse; "it's all your doing, and your
+sister will make herself ill with crying."
+
+When my little Queen heard Bertie being blamed she grew very quiet all
+at once. She gave her eyes a final wipe with her handkerchief, and she
+got off nurse's knee, and turned to Bertie. Bertie was crying too, and
+he had gone quite white with the fright that he got when he saw little
+May fall down.
+
+"Oh, May, I am so sorry, dear," he said; "will you kiss me, dear, and
+make it up? Do, please."
+
+No need to ask the little Queen twice; she threw her little arms round
+Bertie.
+
+"I am so sorry, May," he said; "I didn't know you would have cared so
+much."
+
+"Never mind, Bertie, dear," said the little Queen gently; and she tried
+to look cheerful, though I knew she was grieved to the heart. "Perhaps
+it's almost for the best," she whispered, softly; "for now she can be
+Prince or Princess, just whichever you like."
+
+So they made it up, and cried and laughed again, as is the way with
+these inferior mortals. I had remained calm all the time, which is the
+correct frame of mind in which a doll should take all vicissitudes of
+fortune, but the poor little Queen had cried till she had washed nearly
+all the colour off my face.
+
+I lived with the children for a long time after this, but I never saw
+them quarrel again. I took my part in many a game, and was sometimes a
+Princess to please the Queen, and sometimes a Prince because the King
+liked it best. I have even been dressed up as the Lord Chamberlain
+before now, and sometimes I have taken the part of the scullery-maid.
+But neither the King nor the Queen nor I have ever lost our temper
+again, and I flatter myself whatever part I have taken I have borne
+myself with dignity.
+
+    LUCIE COBBE.
+
+
+
+
+THE KINGFISHER AND THE FISHES.
+
+
+A Kingfisher sat on the edge of a boat that a young man had prepared for
+a fishing expedition. A box of bait and a bucket to hold the fish were
+on one of the benches, whilst a fishing-rod lay across the boat, and its
+long line had a float at the end of it.
+
+"What a shame it is!" said the Kingfisher, casting his eye upon the
+float. "Why should this man be taking fish from this part of the river,
+close by the spot where I have built my nest? And what a preparation he
+has made! Hooks, and all kinds of cruelty are known to him. I should be
+very sorry to be a man with such a love for killing."
+
+And the Kingfisher shook his head gravely, and looked into the water.
+
+"Yes," said he, "fish are moving towards that decoy. What a number of
+them! I may as well make a pounce myself. Since the man has put it
+there, why shouldn't I take advantage of it."
+
+So saying he gently rose and spread out his wings as softly as he could,
+but the movement scared the watchful fishes, who swam rapidly away
+towards the river-bank, whither the Kingfisher pursued them, perching on
+the bough of a tree and making a dart from it. He had almost succeeded
+in capturing one, but it escaped him. And then an old fish popping up
+her head for a minute said--
+
+"People are very ready to condemn others for doing what they are
+constantly doing themselves. Here are you trying to catch us yourself
+and yet professing to be very angry with those who are wishing to do the
+same."
+
+Thus saying she disappeared, leaving the Kingfisher to moralise upon her
+speech.
+
+This he did, observing--
+
+"There is something in what the fish says, and yet there's a difference
+between me and the young gentleman to whom the boat belongs. I am
+getting food for my family, whilst he is only amusing himself with
+angling for the fishes. His killing is sport, mine is necessity."
+
+    G.
+
+
+
+
+OUR SUNDAY AFTERNOONS.
+
+THE DREAM OF THE BARLEY CAKE.
+
+
+[Illustration: VIEW OF GAZA.]
+
+The Israelites were wild with terror. With blanched faces and starting
+eyes, they gazed upon one another in unspeakable agony, unable to ask
+the question which was pressing so heavily upon each heart--What would
+the end be?
+
+They had seen locusts coming in the distance, in swarms so dense as to
+darken the sky, more effectually than thickest, blackest clouds. They
+had watched them settle down on tree, bush, bright green meadow, and
+fields of waving corn. And they had trembled. For they knew that in an
+incredibly short time not a vestige of anything green would be left. For
+a swarm of locusts to visit the land they had thought one of the direst
+calamities that could come upon them. But now invaders as numerous and
+far more terrible had made their appearance.
+
+Crossing the Jordan by the ford near Bethshean, and pouring, like a
+torrent of infuriated waters, through the Valley of Jezreel, properly so
+called, which was the central of the three eastern arms of the great
+Plain of Esdraelon, had come vast hordes of Midianites, Amalekites, and
+other children of the East, true sons of the desert, who, like the Arabs
+of the present day, lived by plunder.
+
+Foremost amongst them rode their two great sheiks, or kings, whose
+haughty and lofty bearing bespoke their rank, and the obedience and
+submission which they were accustomed to receive. They were mounted on
+the finest of dromedaries, which seemed proud to carry their royal
+masters. Over the gay scarlet cloaks in which they were attired they
+wore chains of gold, with large drops, probably set with pearls; and
+their many moon-shaped ornaments and long bright spears glittered in the
+sunshine, as they rode proudly along.
+
+By their side, and also mounted on dromedaries, and with long sharp
+spears dangling over their shoulders, rode two subordinate sheiks, or
+"princes," the dark complexion and jet black hair of the one having
+given him the name of Oreb, or the raven, whilst the fierce countenance
+of the other had gained for him the title of Zeeb, or the wolf.
+Thousands upon thousands of men followed them, with ruthless faces
+dreadful to behold.
+
+On and on they went, through the Valley of Jezreel, across the smiling
+Plain of Esdraelon, along the banks of the Kishon, and into the fertile
+Plain of Akka, which lies round the Bay of Acre, and extends northwards
+for some distance along the shores of the Mediterranean Sea.
+
+Their object was not to conquer, only to plunder. But what terrible
+ravages they made! Better, far better, if the most dreaded cloud of
+locusts that had ever been known had come, and devoured all before them!
+A few days, and the destructive insects would have disappeared; but as
+for these heartless plunderers, when would their wild depredations
+cease?
+
+Before they entered the Plain of Esdraelon, fields of precious corn
+nodded in the breeze, and long grasses waved to and fro. Oxen, sheep,
+and asses grazed peacefully in rich green pastures; and the busy hum of
+populous cities and thriving villages might be heard afar. But as they
+went along, they destroyed or seized all that came in their way. The
+animals were slaughtered, the corn was reaped, and the green grass was
+trampled down by myriads of camels.
+
+The inhabitants of the villages, and even of the walled cities, fled at
+their approach, leaving, in their hurry, all their goods behind them,
+and their homes, that had been so happy, were ransacked.
+
+Never before had the verdant plains presented so desolate an appearance;
+and not an Israelite dared tarry behind to witness the destruction.
+
+The scared Israelites fled to the mountains, there taking refuge in the
+holes or caves that were ready for them, or hewing out, in the hard
+rock, rough chambers in which to hide.
+
+And still the mighty host went on; and still they were followed by fresh
+hordes as mighty and as reckless, till there seemed to be no end of them
+and their camels.
+
+Killing, plundering, laying waste, as they poured along, they left the
+land a sorrowful wreck behind them, and having utterly spoiled the plain
+of Akka, they turned southwards, and continued their march as far as
+Gaza, the southern limit of the territory of Israel.
+
+God was surely punishing them for their sins, the Israelites rightly
+thought; and they began to call to mind how they had forsaken His ways,
+and grieved Him with the blackness of their sins. What must become of
+them they scarcely dared think, as they huddled together in the dark
+holes in the rocks, their sunken-eyed wives wringing their hands in
+despair, and their hungry children crying for bread. No one would ever
+be able to drive out the terrible invaders. Not the boldest man in all
+Israel dared face them. Unopposed, they would continue their ravages;
+and the land that had flowed with milk and honey would soon be one vast
+ruin.
+
+The wild men of the desert spread their black tents over the land, and
+for multitude they could only be compared to the sands of the sea-shore,
+or uncountable myriads of locusts.
+
+All the Israelites together would but be as a handful, compared with the
+wild Arabs; and how could they hope ever to drive them out?
+
+"O Israel, trust thou in the Lord: He is their help and their shield!"
+When the human arm fails, there is help in the Lord Jehovah; and He can
+drive out the most dreaded foe.
+
+A solitary man, who was of the tribe of Manasseh, and who had got his
+name of Gideon, or _the hewer_, from his stature and his great strength,
+was threshing wheat by a winepress in Ophrah. His father had had a large
+farm, with smiling cornfields and sunny meadows; and Gideon had seen the
+day when he had ploughed with his yoked oxen, and when his patient
+animals had trodden out for him heaps of precious corn, and there was no
+sign of lack to any. But now, what a change had come! Instead of
+well-stored barns, he had only a little wheat, which he had contrived to
+conceal from the Arab invaders; and, instead of its being trodden out by
+plump oxen, he was glad to beat it with a stick, not possessing even the
+poor man's flail, and hiding in a winepress, where no one would expect
+to find him.
+
+Striking only gentle blows lest he should be discovered, and sorrowfully
+contrasting the present with the past, his heart sank within him, when
+raising his head he was startled to find that he was no longer alone.
+
+Close beside him, under an oak-tree, sat One who appeared to be a
+traveller resting, with his staff lying beside him. He was, however, no
+traveller, but that wondrous Being who in the Old Testament is so often
+called the _Angel of the Lord_; and He had come to the help of Israel.
+
+"The Lord be with thee, thou mighty man of valour," he said, addressing
+Gideon. But Gideon's sad heart gave no responsive throb. Tall and
+powerful as he was, and strong as was his arm, he felt as he thought of
+the fierce Arab sheiks but like a puny dwarf, who must sit down
+helplessly and suffer.
+
+"Thou shalt go in this thy might that I have sent thee," the heavenly
+visitant continued; "and thou shalt save Israel from the Midianites."
+
+"But, my lord," remonstrated Gideon, in conscious weakness and deep
+humility, "how shall I ever be able to save Israel? I but belong to the
+tribe of Manasseh, that has never taken the lead amongst the Twelve, and
+even of my father's family I am not an important member."
+
+Gideon thought that to overcome the terrible invader God must needs
+raise up some tall giant, big as Og, the King of Bashan. But he was soon
+to learn that the weak things of this world are used to confound the
+mighty.
+
+"_I_ will be with thee," the Angel of the Lord said, "and thou shalt
+smite the hosts of Midian as one man."
+
+The wondrous Being, in His great condescension, gave Gideon a sign that
+He would fulfil His word, and by his hands save Israel from the dreaded
+foe. He touched with his staff the rock on which Gideon had placed his
+offering; and fire came out and consumed both the flesh and the sweet
+cakes, and then He disappeared.
+
+Then Gideon blew his trumpet, and the Israelites came out of their
+holes, and rallied round him in great numbers. But still his heart
+failed; for he could not recall his truant thoughts from the wolf-like
+Arab chiefs, nor help contrasting his half-starved men who had suffered
+so long from cruel oppression and famine with their strong sons of the
+desert.
+
+In his self-distrust he asked for two signs more, and God gave them to
+him. First, a fleece of wool was saturated in the night with dew while
+the ground all around was dry; and the next night the fleece was dry
+while the ground was wet.
+
+Thus re-assured, Gideon assembled his followers for the battle; but by
+God's directions their number was reduced to only three hundred.
+
+"By these three hundred men," God said, "will I save Israel, and deliver
+the Midianites into thine hands."
+
+Gideon encamped, with his three hundred men, by the spring of Jezreel,
+on the slope of Mount Gilboa; while, on the north side of the valley,
+but farther down the descent to the Jordan, was drawn up the host of
+Midian.
+
+From the height on which he stood Gideon could see the Midianites below,
+spread over the land like countless grasshoppers. Only three hundred
+weak men to face the wild Arabs with whom the valley was teeming! Would
+his little handful of followers indeed be able to overcome them? he
+wondered within himself. For though he believed God, who had brought
+Israel through the Red Sea, still deep down in his heart, and
+unexpressed, was a misgiving. And God, who does not scorn the littleness
+of a sincere man's faith, but rather tries to increase it, gave him,
+unasked and unexpected, another sign.
+
+"Go down to the host," God said to him in the night; "for I have
+delivered it into thine hand. But, if thou art afraid, go down first
+with Phurah, thy servant, and hear what they say; and then shall thine
+heart be strengthened for the battle."
+
+So Gideon took Phurah, his servant, crept softly down the slope of the
+mountain, and went along, under cover of the darkness, till he came
+close enough to the outside of the Midianites' camp to hear any
+conversation that might be going on.
+
+The Arab host lay wrapped in deep sleep, whilst, all around, their
+reposing camels were couched on the ground; and not a sound was to be
+heard.
+
+Presently, in one of the tents, in which lay two Midianites, there was a
+slight movement. Gideon heard that one of them was waking the other, and
+he drew near to listen.
+
+"I have had such a dream," the disturbed sleeper said to his companion,
+when he had roused him. "I dreamed that a cake of barley bread tumbled
+into the host of Midian, and, rolling against a tent, overturned it, so
+that it lay on the ground."
+
+And his companion, who understood the dream better than himself,
+replied in low tones, that told how great was his fear:--"This is
+nothing else save the sword of Gideon; for into his hand hath God
+delivered Midian and all the host."
+
+The two weary men turned over and fell asleep again, trying to forget
+the warning that they had received of the fate that awaited them. But
+Gideon brightened up. His faith waxed strong, and he grasped his sword
+tightly, feeling that whilst it was his sword it was pre-eminently "the
+sword of the Lord."
+
+He knew well the meaning of the dream--that the small round cake of
+barley, which was inferior to wheat, and was a symbol of weakness, was
+his own weak, insignificant self; and that, just as this tiny cake upset
+a tent thousands of times bigger than itself and firmly fastened to the
+ground with strong cords and long pegs, so by his weak arm the mighty
+host, that now lay asleep, would be overthrown.
+
+Re-ascending the valley he gave orders to his men, went down, and fell
+upon the unsuspecting host, and with his few followers gained one of the
+greatest victories ever won by the Israelites.
+
+Before long, the proud kings, Zeba and Zalmunna, and their two fierce
+princes, the Raven and the Wolf, with all their followers, lay in the
+silence and helplessness of death; and the land, that had been so long
+and so cruelly oppressed was freed from the formidable Arab invaders.
+
+    H. D.
+
+
+
+
+BIBLE EXERCISES FOR SUNDAY AFTERNOONS.
+
+
+13. Where does Jesus tell us that those who do the will of God are to
+Him as brother, sister, and mother?
+
+14. Where are we told that a brother is born for adversity?
+
+15. Where is God said to be "slow to anger"?
+
+16. From what passage in the New Testament is it seen that John the
+Baptist followed the custom of the Jewish rabbis in giving his disciples
+a form of prayer?
+
+17. Where are we told that an angry man stirs up strife, while one who
+is slow to anger appeases it?
+
+18. Where do we read that he who is slow to anger is better than the
+mighty?
+
+19. Where in the Bible is Adam called "the son of God"?
+
+20. From what passage in the New Testament do we see that Rahab became
+the mother of the line from which David sprang?
+
+21. Where does God call the rainbow "My bow"?
+
+22. Where are rainbows mentioned in the New Testament?
+
+23. What women are mentioned as ministering, with others, to the
+temporal wants of Jesus?
+
+24. Where are we assured that the Keeper of Israel neither slumbers nor
+sleeps?
+
+
+
+
+ANSWERS TO BIBLE EXERCISES (1-12. _See p. 20_).
+
+
+1. The Feeding of the Five Thousand (St. Matt, xiv. 15-21; St Mark vi.
+35-44; Luke ix. 12-17; St. John vi. 5-14.)
+
+2. Shechem (Judges ix. 34, 45).
+
+3. Eleven; the leper healed on our Lord's descent from the Mount of
+Beatitudes (St. Matt. viii. 1-4; St. Mark 1. 40-45; St. Luke v. 12-15);
+and the ten lepers, on the borders of Samaria and Galilee (St. Luke
+xvii. 11-19).
+
+4. It was given to him by David, who had received it from God (1 Chron.
+xxviii. 11-19).
+
+5. In Ps. xlii. 11; and xliii. 5.
+
+6. In the boat, on the rising of the storm, on the Sea of Galilee (St.
+Matt viii. 24; St. Mark. iv. 38; St. Luke viii. 23).
+
+7. In Acts 1. 14.
+
+8. In 2 Chron. 1. 3, 4; 1 Chron. xv. 1; 2 Sam. vi. 17.
+
+9. At Gibeon (1 Chron. xvi. 39).
+
+10. In 1 Kings iii. 4-15; 2 Chron. 1. 3-6.
+
+11. In 2 Kings xiv. 25.
+
+12. "And when _they_ were put to death," &c. (Acts xxvi. 10).
+
+
+
+
+THE CHILDREN'S LIGHT BRIGADE.
+
+
+[Illustration: "BUT JACK AND THE OLD UMBRELLA STOOD FIRM, AND KNEW NO
+FEAR."]
+
+    Jack and Willie, and little maid May
+      Went down to the summer sea;
+    And it's merry and gay for a long holiday,
+      But what is their game to be?
+
+    They were tired of building castles
+      When serious Johnny said--
+    "Now what do you say, supposing we play
+      The Charge of the Light Brigade?
+
+    "This old umbrella that's been our tent
+      Will serve for a cannon--of course;
+    You two must play the Light Brigade,
+      And I'll be the Russian Force."
+
+    Willie and May ran up the beach,
+      Then charged straight down on Jack;
+    But Jack dropped cleverly on one knee,
+      And drove the onset back.
+
+    Again and again the charge came on
+      With a rush and a ringing cheer,
+    But Jack and the old umbrella
+      Stood firm, and knew no fear.
+
+    "Charge for the guns!" cried Willie once more,
+      There's a crack, and a moment after
+    The Russians (that's Jack) are rolled in the sand,
+      Amid shouts of conquering laughter.
+
+    Said Jack as he rose, "This isn't quite
+      According to the story;
+    We'll have this play again some day
+      We've done enough for glory."
+
+    ROBERT RICHARDSON.
+
+
+
+
+SOME FAMOUS RAILWAY TRAINS AND THEIR STORY.
+
+_By_ HENRY FRITH.
+
+
+II.--THE "WILD IRISHMAN."
+
+The "Wild Irishman" is the train which carries the Irish mails, the
+American letter-bags, from Holyhead to London, and _vice versa_. There
+are four "Irishmen," two in the daytime and two at night. The morning
+Irish mail from London leaves Euston Square at a quarter-past seven, and
+it is by this train which we have elected to travel, as we shall see the
+country better.
+
+Here we are at Euston. The engine is already attached to the train--a
+fine, rather elegant-looking locomotive, with its name on a neat brass
+plate on the great "driving" wheel. Perhaps we shall find it called the
+"Lady of the Lake," or "Rokeby." At any rate, it looks very neat and
+clean, though not such a giant as our friend the "Dutchman."
+
+If your eyes are sharp and you are fond of engines, and like to "pat"
+them, as I do, you will notice that the cranks and piston-rods work
+outside the wheels, not between them, and underneath the boiler, as in
+the Great Western engines. You will have just time to look at the wheels
+and the name when the man on the platform will wave his flag, and the
+"Irishman" will start very gently. As we are quite invisible, we just
+step up beside the driver as the engine moves, and he knows nothing
+about us. Ha! ha! Mr. Driver; but we intend to know something about your
+"Wild Irishman!"
+
+Our driver and fireman ("stoker," perhaps you call the latter) are very
+great men. They have a great deal done for them. Do you think they light
+the fire and polish the engine? Do you think they go and take in coal
+and water at Crewe, or elsewhere, while they wait for a "return" train?
+Oh dear no! Another pair of men are ready, and our "mail-men" go and sit
+in the drivers' "cabin" and have their tea, and chat till the train is
+ready to start again.
+
+It is not at all a bad position, though a very responsible one, to be an
+engine-driver on the London and North-Western Railway, particularly when
+you have worked yourself up to the "top of the tree." I could tell you
+many anecdotes of this railway, on which I lived for many years; but we
+must not forget the "Wild Irishman" has run through Camden Town, and is
+even now in the Primrose Hill tunnel.
+
+It is very unpleasant being in a tunnel for the first time on an engine.
+The noise is very great, and the smoke and water come down at times
+unpleasantly. The end of the tunnel looks so tiny in the sunlight
+beyond, and the opening gradually gets larger and larger till the engine
+rushes out into the pure air again!
+
+On we go! Stopping for a few minutes at Willesden Junction, our Irish
+horse pulls harder, and bolts with us for Rugby and some intermediate
+stations. It is just half-past seven a.m., a beautiful day. There is
+Harrow on the left, we can see the well-known spire, and we recall the
+days when we came up for the cricket-match against Eton, and how we all
+went back in a body after the match.
+
+Before we reach Watford, we come to the peculiar water arrangement by
+which the thirsty engines are enabled to have a drink as they rush
+along. Between the rails for a considerable distance is a tank, and into
+this tank a pipe is let down from the tender of the engine. The speed at
+which the train travels causes the water to be forced up the pipe, and
+the supply of steam is assured.
+
+Watford, named from the Roman road "Watling Street," which ran from
+Dover through London northwards, is near St. Albans, renowned in English
+history. But the "Wild Irishman" will not wait for us; he rushes through
+the tunnel and by Berkhampstead to Bletchley, where he pauses for a
+minute or two. We have scarcely time to look about when we are off
+again, past Wolverton, where the North-Western Company make their
+railway carriages, and where they used to repair their engines. We run
+not very far from Naseby after a while, and think of the great battle
+between Charles and Cromwell's troops. What would they think of our
+"Wild Irishman"? I wonder.
+
+Rugby is passed; Atherstone, near which was the great Battle of Bosworth
+Field, lies behind us now. The struggle for the crown between Richard
+and Richmond may be recalled, but we have no time to examine the field
+seven miles away. We have to get to Crewe at eleven o'clock, and so we
+shall. We run through Stafford-on-the-Sowe, a town celebrated as the
+birthplace of Izaak Walton. The castle was demolished, like many others,
+in the Civil War.
+
+A long whistle warns us that Crewe is in sight, and before long we enter
+the station, through which more than 200 trains pass daily. Here are the
+celebrated Locomotive Works, which employ an army of workmen, for whose
+children there are schools and playgrounds, with church, library, and
+assembly-room for the whole railway working population.
+
+A visit to Crewe to see the great engines will repay any little folk who
+like machinery.
+
+From Crewe to Chester is half an hour's run, and as we approach the old
+city on the Dee we feel wrapped in history. Such a history has Chester
+that we are afraid to enter upon it for fear we should be carried away,
+and lose ourselves wandering around the dear old walls, towers, gates,
+and ramparts. The Danes came here; the Saxons made it a port. Hugh
+Lupus, at the Conquest, resided here. The city was made the
+starting-point for expeditions against the Welsh by Edward I. Besieged
+by the Parliament--but no more; the "Wild Irishman" whistles, and we
+must go to you, my lad.
+
+Hawarden Castle is close by. It was at one time of importance as a
+fortress. It now derives its celebrity from its owner, Mr. Gladstone,
+for the castle itself has almost disappeared. We soon pass Holywell, so
+called from the holy well which sprang from the place where Princess
+Winifrede's head fell. Caradoc, a Welsh prince, wickedly cut it off, and
+it rolled down the hill. Where it stopped the spring burst forth; and
+the head being picked up was placed on Miss Winifrede's body again. It
+became fixed, and she lived for many years afterwards, a little red mark
+round her white throat being the only token of her decapitation! So the
+story goes.
+
+We are now approaching Abergele, near which such a terrible accident
+happened to the Irish mail in 1868. Some trucks had been shunted from a
+train in front, and they, by some mistake, came running down the hill to
+meet the "Irishman." The driver saw them, and the shock was not severe,
+but unfortunately they were filled with oil barrels, which broke open,
+the petroleum caught fire, and in two minutes all the fore part of the
+train was enveloped in flames.
+
+Nothing could be done; the poor people in the carriages--lords and
+ladies and gentlemen--were burned, and with difficulty any escaped. This
+was a fearful catastrophe, and quite puts aside any ordinary accidents
+which (not a few) have happened to the "Wild Irishman."
+
+Let us leave the scene and come on to Llandudno Junction and Conway
+Castle, by which is the first "Tubular Bridge." We have all heard of
+Conway Castle, founded by Edward I. If you little folk ever go to Conway
+be sure and see the castle, and go all over the thick walls, which will
+afford you a pretty view.
+
+But I have something else to tell you about Conway "Tube"--the bridge
+through which the railway runs over the river.
+
+Once upon a time--a good many years ago--a lady and gentleman got
+permission to walk through the new tubular bridge, which was then a
+curiosity. A railway porter was with them and told them no train was
+expected on that line, so they went into the tube and darkness.
+
+A strange gentleman who had joined them went on first because the lady
+could not go so quickly, and of course her husband remained to assist
+her over the rails, and stones, and the girders which support the sides.
+
+But when the lady and gentleman had got halfway through, the first man
+was at the end, and saw the down Irish mail approaching on the very line
+on which his acquaintances were! He called out--
+
+"Take care of yourselves, a train is coming!" and then he waved his
+hands to the engine-driver.
+
+The lady and gentleman in the "tube" could not stand up at the side, and
+so they hurried back. It was a terrible race. The "Wild Irishman"
+whistling and roaring, hissing and straining at the brakes close behind;
+in front only a few yards to the station, but such long yards! On came
+the train, and just as the gentleman rushed from the "tube" and dragged
+the lady down, the express came out grinding and growling. They were
+only just saved by two yards from a terrible death.
+
+Now let me tell you something else. The year after that nearly fatal
+accident, I--the writer of this anecdote--was visiting the "Britannia"
+Tubular Bridge which crosses the Menai Straits, and through which the
+"Wild Irishman" rushes on its way to Holyhead. I was with my parents,
+and we talked to the caretaker at the bridge.
+
+"Yes, sir," he said, "it _is_ dangerous to go into the tubes. We do not
+allow it now. Last year a lady and gentleman were nearly killed in the
+Conway tube. I was the guard of the mail train; they had a very narrow
+escape."
+
+"What became of the tipsy porter who guided them in?" asked my father.
+
+"He lay flat down, and the train went over him--he was dismissed--but
+how did you know, sir?"
+
+"Because this lady and myself were the two people who were in the tube,"
+said my father. "I assure you we remember the incident very well
+indeed."
+
+That is what most people would, call a "curious coincidence," and it is,
+moreover, quite true.
+
+But we are nearing Holyhead. Our "Wild Irishman" has not far to run now.
+We are through the "Britannia" bridge, upon whose unfinished summit we
+have raced on slippery plates of iron, one hundred feet above the
+straits, and gazed down into the Menai waters beneath, as the ships
+went up almost touching the tube apparently. Ah! this was many years
+ago, and even now as we rattle on we can recall the scene and shiver.
+
+Away by Llanfair--something--a long Welsh word--away by the lake and the
+river; over the marsh comes the scent of the sea, and then in ten
+minutes the "Wild Irishman" walks down the pier. Mail-bags are put on
+board the steamer; passengers hurry down; the carriage doors are shut.
+The paddle-wheels revolve; we quit the harbour of Holyhead, and lose
+sight of the "Wild Irishman."
+
+
+
+
+MASTER TOM'S "RAINY WEATHER."
+
+
+"Ettie," said Master Tom, "do you like to be naughty or good?"
+
+"Naughty," replied Ettie promptly.
+
+Ettie was five years old, and Master Tom nine.
+
+Ettie and Master Tom were at the far end of the kitchen-garden, going
+through the gate that led into a small paddock, when Ettie suddenly
+said--
+
+"Pigs."
+
+"Where?" exclaimed Master Tom.
+
+"Poor pigs in pen all shut up," answered Ettie.
+
+"What a shame!" said Master Tom. "I say, Mrs. Pig, wouldn't you like
+your little piggies to have a run this fine day?
+
+    "There's grass around in plenty
+      For the little ones to eat,
+    And in the kitchen-garden
+      There's cabbage for a treat.
+
+Now, Ettie, get out of the way; I am going to open the door of the
+pigstye."
+
+And Master Tom threw the door wide open, and out rushed not only the ten
+little pigs, but Mrs. Pig herself. They came with such a rush that
+Ettie, not getting out of the way quickly enough, was knocked down. But
+she did not cry; for she was used to falling in her expeditions with
+Tom.
+
+Through the garden gate, into the garden, over the beds, went the pigs,
+and after them went Master Tom and Ettie, driving them until they went
+into the middle of the crisp early cabbages.
+
+"Now then, eat to your hearts' content," said Master Tom. "Eat away, eat
+away! How they do enjoy themselves; there won't be a cabbage left. Won't
+Joseph be surprised. Let us get up into the great pear-tree and watch
+them. You can climb up if I push you."
+
+"Yes," responded Ettie, grasping the trunk and putting her foot on a
+jutting-out knob.
+
+"That's famous," said Master Tom, as he helped his little sister up
+until he landed her in one of the highest boughs.
+
+"Isn't it nice?" said he.
+
+And he began swaying the branches to and fro, whilst Ettie held on
+tightly and laughed with delight.
+
+"Oh dear! oh dear! how can the pigs have got in?"
+
+"Oh dear! oh dear!" cried Master Tom from the pear-tree, mimicking the
+gardener's voice.
+
+"Oh dear! oh dear!" cried Ettie in her shrill voice.
+
+"Oh dear! oh dear!" said Joseph in dismay; "the children up in the
+pear-tree such a height; they'll tumble down and break their necks. Oh,
+Master Tom, Master Tom, whatever did you go up there for, and take
+little Missy with you? What shall I do?--the pigs, the children, the
+children, the pigs! I daren't leave the children; and yet if I don't go
+after the pigs the garden will be ruined. Oh, my lettuces, my peas, my
+cauliflowers, my fine young cabbages!"
+
+And then Joseph suddenly raised his voice and shouted as loud as he
+could--
+
+"Help! help! help! Hallo! hallo! hallo!"
+
+In a few seconds out came several of the servants, and amongst them was
+Nurse. "Oh! what is the matter?" she cried; "is it Master Tom again?"
+
+"I should think it was," said Joseph; "he's in the pear-tree, and Miss
+Ettie's with him. Jack, get a ladder to get her out of the tree."
+
+Jack, the boy, went off, and now the branches were seen to sway
+backwards and forwards, the two children chuckling with delight.
+
+"And here I come first," said Master Tom, suddenly descending in so
+rapid a manner that he seemed to tumble down amongst the group, and,
+stumbling against Joseph, the gardener was tripped up and fell to the
+ground.
+
+Nurse tried to seize upon Master Tom, who, however, shook himself free,
+leaving it to Joseph and the boy to get Ettie out of the pear-tree.
+
+
+II.
+
+When Nurse returned to the house with Ettie the first thing she saw was
+the turf beneath the nursery window strewn with every possible thing
+that Master Tom could find. He himself was looking out of the nursery
+window with an armful of Ettie's frocks and sashes, which he aimed at
+Nurse and her charge as they came nearer the house.
+
+[Illustration: PLAYING AT RAINY WEATHER. (_See p. 90._)]
+
+"Oh dear! shan't I be glad when you go back to school, Master Tom.
+Here's an hour's good work for me in carrying back all these things."
+
+And Nurse wrathfully ascended to the nursery, but Master Tom was not
+there.
+
+"Well," said Nurse, "it's a good thing he's gone off by himself, and not
+got Miss Ettie with him. You stay here and play with your dolls, and
+I'll run down and pick up your frocks and shoes."
+
+So Nurse, having settled Ettie with her playthings, departed.
+
+But she had not been gone a minute before Master Tom put his head in at
+the door.
+
+"Ettie," said he, "come down into the drawing-room, and we'll have the
+greatest fun in the world. I've got a large umbrella and water-bottles,
+so we'll play at rainy weather."
+
+Up jumped Ettie.
+
+"Hush! don't make a noise, or some one will hear us. Come very softly."
+
+And Ettie, on tiptoes, followed Tom to the drawing-room, where, having
+locked the door, he provided Ettie with a large umbrella.
+
+"Now sit down on the floor," said he, "and hold it over you. You must
+pretend that it is a rainy day, and that you are obliged to shelter
+under it."
+
+Down went Ettie on the floor, and up went the umbrella.
+
+"Now," continued Master Tom (who had borrowed a pair of high boots so
+that, at least, _he_ should not get wet), "I shall pour water over the
+umbrella and it will splash down like rain. You must say, 'What a
+dreadful day! What a dreadful storm!'"
+
+"Yes," answered Ettie. "Splash, splash, splash! what a storm! what a
+storm!"
+
+And down came the water, splashing Ettie's velvet frock and wetting her
+shoes, and making pools on the drawing-room carpet. What fun it was! so
+Master Tom thought, and so did Ettie; and the more he emptied the
+water-bottles the more they both shouted with glee.
+
+Guided by the noise, Nurse soon arrived at the door.
+
+"Open the door! open the door!"
+
+But Master Tom took no notice. Nurse might batter away as she liked; he
+was safe inside.
+
+"What are you doing?"
+
+"Playing at rain," cried Ettie; "my frock and my shoes all wet. It is
+rainy day, Nurse."
+
+"The road is all of puddles," said Master Tom; "splash, splash; don't
+you hear it?"
+
+Yes, Nurse _did_ hear it, and wondered what it was.
+
+"I've finished the bottles," said Master Tom; "now for the watering-can,
+it's quite full. It will come down like a shower-bath, Ettie."
+
+"Oh! oh! oh!" gasped Ettie, for the umbrella slipped from her hand and
+she received the contents of the watering-can on her head, neck, and
+arms. Then Ettie, for the first time, began to cry.
+
+"You bad boy," cried Nurse in a state of despair; "open the door or I
+will have it broken open."
+
+Master Tom unlocked the door, and then making a rapid retreat to one of
+the windows, he leaped through it almost before Nurse had opened the
+door.
+
+Nurse held up her hands in dismay. The beautiful drawing-room carpet was
+soaked with water, and in the midst, crouched on the floor, sat Ettie,
+with her hair and her fine velvet frock dripping.
+
+"Tom poured water," sobbed Ettie, as Nurse lifted her off the ground.
+
+Nurse rang the bell lustily, and the housemaid came running to see what
+was the matter.
+
+"What will the mistress say?" said Jane as she looked at the carpet; "I
+shouldn't wonder if it is spoiled altogether."
+
+"I know what I should say, and what I shall say!" said Nurse; "I shall
+tell the mistress that if something isn't done to curb Master Tom, he'll
+be such a plague, that no one will care to see him. I've had such a day
+with him to-day as I don't intend to have again!"
+
+And Nurse carried Ettie off to the nursery, where she took off her wet
+clothes, and put her into a warm bed. For Ettie was shivering, though it
+was a hot day, and Nurse gave out that she thought Master Tom would make
+his sister quite ill.
+
+Which opinion reached Tom's ears; so he crept upstairs cautiously.
+
+"Nurse, nurse," he said, "is Ettie very bad?"
+
+"She's got a shivering and a shaking, and it may be an inflammation,"
+said Nurse severely, "and what shall you say if, by your mischievous
+doings, you have hurt your sister!"
+
+Master Tom's soul was filled with terror.
+
+"I don't know how it may end," continued Nurse, "but the best thing you
+can do is to go downstairs and sit in the dining-room till master and
+mistress come home. Go away from here."
+
+And Nurse shut the door and bolted it; and Tom, feeling more miserable
+than he had ever felt in his life, went away, but not to the
+dining-room.
+
+He went to his own little room, where, with a white face, he watched,
+till his mother came home. He would tell her everything, and he knew
+that she would let him just look at Ettie before he went to bed. And he
+said to himself--
+
+"I will never get into mischief again."
+
+It was a good resolve; let us hope that he kept it.
+
+
+
+
+THE MAIDS AND THE MAGPIE.
+
+
+    Three little maids and a magpie
+      Went out one day for a walk;
+    The little maids hunted for flowers,
+      The magpie did nothing but talk.
+
+    "I've three little maidens to care for,
+      Each one from dangers to save--
+    Wild dogs or runaway horses--
+      What a good thing I am brave!"
+
+    Soon they were laden with flowers--
+      Bunches of red, white, and blue;
+    Great ox-eyed, snowy-leaved daisies,
+      Harebells, and bright poppies too.
+
+    Then they turned homeward together,
+      Magpie still hopping before,
+    Passed through the wood and the village,
+      Came to the rectory door.
+
+    There stood a quiet grey pussy--
+      Magpie flew off in a fright.
+    So, after all his vain boasting,
+      Proved himself coward--not knight!
+
+    FRANCES HAY.
+
+
+
+
+CHILDREN'S GAMES IN DAYS OF OLD.
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Both my little nieces had been unwell. They were not very ill, but they
+were shut up in one room for a time, and they found it rather difficult
+to amuse themselves all day long, without having their lessons to do or
+their brothers to play with. I told them a tale every afternoon, when
+the light was getting dim, and the fire was poked into a bright blaze;
+but I came to the end of my store at last.
+
+"Oh, auntie! what shall we do now if you can't tell us any more
+stories?" said Maggie. "We read such a lot that we really don't want to
+be read to."
+
+"Let us have a nice talk," I said.
+
+"But what shall we talk about?" asked Edith, looking into the fire, as
+if she could read something there. "Oh, I know, auntie! tell us about
+the time when you were a little girl; tell us all about your pet toys."
+
+"Auntie has told us that so often," said Maggie.
+
+"Let us talk about something very old, and yet quite new to both of
+you," I said. "What do you think the children played with hundreds and
+hundreds of years ago?"
+
+"Didn't they have dolls?" asked Maggie.
+
+"Yes, they had dolls, but not like yours. They were small, and their
+arms and legs were fastened on with bits of wire or wood."
+
+"What were they made of?" asked Edith.
+
+"They were generally made of clay or terra-cotta, but sometimes of wood
+or wax. The hair was often ornamented with rows of beads, and sometimes
+the dolls were painted all over with very bright colours, to please the
+little ones to whom they were given. They used to make little toy
+animals, too, and in Greece they had those small dancing figures which
+we call marionets."
+
+"Have they found anything besides dolls?"
+
+"Yes; there are some little toys at the British Museum which were found
+in Greece and Turkey. One of them is a woman kneading bread; another is
+a black boy sitting on a pony, with a basket of fruit in front of him.
+If ever you see them, you will think you are very fortunate little
+children to have such beautiful toys."
+
+"But I don't care about dolls," said Edith, blushing a little, for she
+had been grumbling because her mother would not buy her a new one. "I'd
+rather have a big ball. Did those old children play at ball, auntie?"
+
+"Oh, yes! The very oldest we know of--the Egyptian children--had balls
+of leather and some of painted china."
+
+"I shouldn't like that," remarked Edith. "Fancy Charlie with an
+earthenware ball! he'd break all the windows in the house."
+
+"I don't suppose they let the children throw the hard balls about much.
+The Greeks in later times loved ball as much as you do, but they played
+it in a different way. They used to sing and dance at the same time. Can
+you think of any word that we have which means dancing, and yet sounds
+like a game?"
+
+"Like a game of ball, auntie?" said Maggie.
+
+"I know!" cried Edith clapping her hands; "you've just said it,
+Maggie--a _ball_. Don't you know people always dance at a ball."
+
+The children were very much pleased to find out that the grown-up
+people's amusement took its name from one of their toys, and that the
+short songs, or _ballads_, which we sing came from the songs which the
+Greeks sang whilst they played ball.
+
+"Did they play ball in any other way?" asked Maggie.
+
+"Sometimes it was put on the middle line, between the two parties
+playing, and each party tried to seize it, and throw it over the
+adversary's goal-line."
+
+"Why, that's like our own football, isn't it, auntie?"
+
+"Yes; the Epikoinos, or common game of ball played by the Greek
+children, is really the great-great-great-grandfather of our football."
+
+"Had those children any hoops?" asked Edith.
+
+"The Romans had hoops, and even the same kind of hooked stick, but they
+played very differently from what we do. They tried to snatch the hoop
+from each other with the hook."
+
+"I'm glad I am not a Roman, then," said Edith, "for I do love a good
+straight run with my hoop; and that must have been more like fighting
+than playing. But do tell us some more about those children's games. It
+seems so strange to think they had balls and hoops like us."
+
+"They had whip-tops, too," I said. "And some people say that the great
+Emperor Augustus used to play at marbles when he was a boy. You have
+seen Charlie and Tom play with knucklebones; the Greek children had them
+too, and sometimes there were numbers on them, and each bone had a
+different name. Backgammon and draughts were played by the Greeks, and
+we see by some of the pictures on the tombs in Egypt that the game of
+draughts was very popular there."
+
+"But hadn't they any nice romping games?" asked Maggie.
+
+"Yes. Blind man's buff was a great favourite with the Greeks and Romans.
+And they were very fond of playing a game which was known as
+oyster-shell."
+
+"Do you mean making grottoes? I don't call that romping."
+
+"The children were divided into equal numbers on each side of a line
+drawn on the ground; one party would be called white, the other black.
+They then tossed an oyster-shell into the air, and whichever side came
+upwards, one of that party ran off. If it was the dark, one of the
+blacks ran away, and one of the whites dashed after him. As soon as Mr.
+Black was caught, he had to take Mr. White on his shoulders and carry
+him to the camp, where he remained till all the others were caught. This
+is the origin of our prisoner's base.'"
+
+"But that is a boy's game," said Maggie. "I want to know about the
+girls'."
+
+"They played blind man's buff, as I told you just now; then there was
+'runaway,' or 'touch,' which was like our game. One girl would shut her
+eyes whilst the others hid. A place of refuge, or, as we call it,
+_home_, was fixed upon, and she had to try and touch some of the others
+before they could get safe there. Kiss-in-the-ring was very popular too,
+but the girl used to hold the boy by the ears as she kissed him, and
+this was called pitcher-fashion."
+
+"Our pitchers have not two handles," remarked Edith.
+
+"No, but they had a handle on each side in those days. Then the Greeks
+used to play a game like our follow-my-leader, called 'Commands,' and
+all sorts of funny things were ordered to be done by those who took part
+in it."
+
+Just then the bell rang for me to go down to dinner.
+
+"Oh, auntie, don't go yet!" cried both children; "we haven't heard half
+enough."
+
+"I will just tell you one thing more, and then I must go," I said.
+"There was a very favourite game played hundreds of years ago in Asia,
+called 'Kings and Subjects.' One day a little boy named Cyrus was
+playing at it with the children of the village in which he lived. This
+little boy was about ten years old, and had been adopted by a shepherd.
+He was chosen king by the boys, and having appointed his ministers, he
+set each of his companions to do certain work. One boy refused, and
+Cyrus ordered him to be flogged. The boy was angry, and ran off to tell
+his father, who was one of the chief men in the place. This man was very
+indignant that his boy should be beaten by a common shepherd's son, and
+went to King Astyages to complain. The king sent for Cyrus, and asked
+him how he dared to treat the son of a great man in that way.
+
+"Cyrus answered bravely that he had only done what was just; he had been
+chosen king, and he ought to have been obeyed. Astyages was very much
+surprised by this answer, and began to look more closely at the fearless
+boy; then he saw that he was very like himself. He sent for the
+shepherd, and after many questions, he found that this little Cyrus was
+his own grandson who was supposed to be dead. So the sham king really
+became the heir to the throne, and in time was a real king."
+
+"Why, auntie, that's as good as a fairy tale!" said Edith.
+
+"Better," I replied; "for it is true, and it teaches us that we ought
+always to try to do right, even in our games, and then we shall never be
+ashamed."
+
+    E. M. W.
+
+
+
+
+THEIR ROAD TO FORTUNE.
+
+THE STORY OF TWO BROTHERS.
+
+_By the Author of "The Heir of Elmdale," &c. &c._
+
+[Illustration: "AUNT AMY HAD STEPPED FORWARD" (_p. 95_).]
+
+
+CHAPTER IV.--A TERRIBLE SURPRISE.
+
+Mr. Gregory and Mr. Clair arrived at Riversdale early the next day, and
+Mr. Gregory at once took the management of everything into his own
+hands. The greater part of the afternoon he was shut up in the library
+with the lawyer, and when he found the boys in the dining-room, he
+looked very grave and anxious, and even reproved Mr. Clair for amusing
+the children by making caricatures, and illustrating some of their
+story-books. No two people could be more unlike than those two uncles,
+who would probably be the guardians of Edward and Bertie Rivers. Mr.
+Gregory was a tall, portly gentleman, with grey hair and keen eager
+eyes; his voice was loud, his manner always stern and abrupt. People
+usually feared and respected him more than they loved him; he was always
+very busy and fussy and important, and had an idea that nothing in
+London would go on quite right without him. However, Mrs. Rivers had
+been his only sister; the boys were her children, and he was their
+nearest relative and natural protector. On his way down he had arranged
+all his plans: the boys should go to school, and he would let Riversdale
+till Edward came of age; he knew some one in the City who was just in
+want of such a place. Mr. Clair, on the other hand, thought very little
+of the future; he was sorry to see the children look so sad, and did his
+best to cheer them up; but then, every one said Mr. Clair was the most
+unpractical person in the world. He was an artist by profession, and had
+married Mr. Rivers' sister Amy, an offence for which he was never
+pardoned, either by Mr. Rivers or Mr. Gregory. However, as the marriage
+proved a very happy one, Mr. Clair did not fret about that, neither was
+he in the least offended at the coldness and neglect of his wife's
+relatives. He loved his profession, he loved his wife, he loved his
+shabby roomy old house in Fitzroy Square: in fact, the chief
+characteristic of Mr. Harry Clair was that he loved everything and
+everybody, and now he was quite willing to take to his heart his wife's
+orphan nephews and niece. But Uncle Gregory was made of sterner stuff,
+and the young heir of Riversdale, he thought, was a person to be
+reverenced and treated with deference; besides, he was not either very
+affectionate or very demonstrative in his manner, therefore the
+children, who were hungry for love and sympathy, turned to Uncle Clair.
+The next day Aunt Amy arrived, and both the boys felt they had found a
+true and loving friend, while Agnes clung to her, trembling and sobbing,
+for since her uncle's death she had felt strangely alone in the house,
+just as if she belonged to nobody, and until it was known what provision
+had been made for her, no one could say what was to become of her. As
+the days passed Mr. Gregory looked more anxious and worried. A strange
+gentleman from London remained in the house, and spent several hours
+every day in the library examining letters and papers; lawyers were
+constantly coming and going, and at last it became clear, even to the
+boys, that something was wrong; the gloom deepened on every face, even
+the servants stood in little groups and talked in whispers; only Uncle
+Clair seemed unconcerned, though Aunt Amy's eyes often filled with tears
+as she looked at the boys. But none of them seemed quite prepared for
+the terrible tidings Mr. Gregory had to unfold. Mr. Rivers had been
+buried in the family vault at Riversdale very quietly, as his wish had
+always been. The boys, their uncles, the doctor and lawyer and the
+strange gentleman, whose name and real business no one seemed to know,
+attended as mourners, and when they returned to the house Mr. Gregory
+led the way to the library, and the family lawyer read the will. It was
+very simple: Riversdale to Edward; five thousand pounds to Bertie when
+he came of age, and the choice of a profession, the expenses of which
+were to be paid for out of the estate; and a few legacies to faithful
+servants and deserving charities; not a word of poor little Agnes, for
+the simple reason that the will was made several years before she came
+to Riversdale; not a single word of any person else, except that Mr.
+Frank Rivers, his brother, Mr. Gregory, his brother-in-law, and Mr.
+Harry Clair, his brother-in-law, were appointed executors and guardians.
+The boys' minority was to be spent according to their direction. Every
+one breathed a sigh of relief: they had all expected much worse; but
+Bertie, happening to glance at his Uncle Gregory's face, started, and
+cried suddenly, "There's something else, sir. I'm sure there's something
+you are keeping from us."
+
+[Illustration]
+
+"Yes, my lad, unfortunately there is. When your father made this will
+his property was his own to bequeath how he liked; since then he has
+been unfortunate. He has speculated largely in mines that he hoped would
+prove a success: they have failed; a few days since the utter failure of
+a bank in which his whole private fortune was invested gave him a shock
+from which he never recovered. Riversdale is fully mortgaged; the income
+of the estate will barely pay the interest now, for your father has
+parted with most of his property. In a word, this is the state of
+affairs: you must either sell Riversdale, then this gentleman tells me
+there may be a few thousands to spare for you boys; or you may let the
+place stand, put your shoulders to the wheel, and work both of you to
+redeem your home. You are only boys, but some boys with energy,
+patience, perseverance, and, above all, a cherished object in view, can
+achieve much. This gentleman tells me that by careful management there
+may be a trifle saved every year, which should go towards lessening the
+principal, then every year will be making the interest less too. But the
+grave question is, what in the meantime is to become of you boys?"
+
+"And Agnes?" Bertie cried; "we must not forget Agnes?"
+
+Mr. Gregory looked rather coldly at the shrinking, timid little girl;
+she had not entered into his calculations at all. She was not his
+sister's child, and he really saw no way of helping her.
+
+"I am, as you know, only a London merchant," Mr. Gregory continued,
+ignoring Bertie's earnest remark, "and I cannot do much for you, but
+this I can offer: you may both have a place in my office, and, believe
+me, many lads have found the humblest seat in a London counting-house
+the road to fortune. Once started in business under my protection,
+everything will depend on yourselves. Merit, industry, integrity must
+make their own way. What do you say, Edward? Mind, as your guardian, I
+have a right to command, but I want to hear what you think."
+
+"I--I don't care for business, Uncle Gregory; I have no taste, no talent
+for it," Eddie replied humbly, though his eyes flashed. "I always wished
+to be an artist, and papa promised I should be one day."
+
+"Unfortunately, many of your papa's promises are not easily fulfilled
+_now_," Mr. Gregory said coldly. "If you will not enter my office, may I
+ask what you intend to do, Edward?"
+
+"I don't know, uncle. I had hoped to go to college, and then travel, and
+study abroad, and become an artist."
+
+"Impossible!" Mr. Gregory interrupted sharply. "Where's the money to
+come from?"
+
+"I don't know, uncle; I have not had time to think;" and Eddie cast an
+imploring glance at his Uncle Clair.
+
+"Well, my lad," that gentleman said, laying his hand kindly on Eddie's
+shoulder, "if you really are determined to become an artist, I will do
+all I can to assist you on certain conditions, and subject to the
+approval of your other guardian. You can come and live with me, and I'll
+teach you the groundwork and details of art: inspiration, genius,
+success are not mine to bestow; nor shall I send you to a university. In
+the first place, I can't afford it; in the next, I don't think it
+necessary; but if I see you have a real love of and taste for art, I'll
+send you to study abroad for a few years, if possible; but first of all
+you must work. You can live with me; my house will be your home, your
+aunt will take care of you. Your mornings must be spent in my studio,
+your afternoons devoted to continuing your studies; but I want you
+clearly to understand, lad, that you are not coming to visit or to play,
+but to learn a profession--and an honourable profession. You will find
+many things irksome perhaps, and have to perform many unpleasant duties,
+but if you work with a single heart, and try to make the best of
+everything, you will find, taking the rough with the smooth of it, that
+art is a noble profession. But I cannot honestly call it the high road
+to fortune. Your Uncle Gregory has made his proposal; I have made mine.
+Think before you decide."
+
+"I will go with you, Uncle Clair," Eddie answered, drawing nearer to the
+artist. "There is no need to think; I never could be a merchant; I must
+be a painter. My mind is thoroughly made up."
+
+"As you will, boy. Your Uncle Clair has made you a liberal offer;
+according to his means, he offers you of his best freely and kindly. I
+hope you may prove worthy of his trust in you, but as I do not want my
+sister's son to be entirely dependent on a stranger----"
+
+"Uncle Harry said I could _work_," Eddie said, drawing still nearer to
+his favourite relative.
+
+"Yes, Mr. Gregory, the boy must be independent. If I find him useful,
+I'll pay him a small salary," Mr. Clair replied gently, no way ruffled
+by Mr. Gregory's cold, scornful tones. "That matter is decided: Edward
+is to come to us."
+
+"And you?" Mr. Gregory continued, turning to Bertie. "Are you also
+anxious to become an artist?"
+
+"No, uncle; I want to make my fortune and get back Riversdale."
+
+"Well spoken, my lad. Then you decide to come with me?"
+
+"Yes, please; I should like to be a great, rich, powerful merchant, and
+own ships and things. But, Uncle Gregory, who's to take care of dear
+little Cousin Agnes?"
+
+"I am really quite at a loss to know," Mr. Gregory said, frowning. "Has
+she no friends of her mother's? The child has no claim on me."
+
+"But she has on us," Bertie replied promptly. "She's our cousin; her
+papa was our Uncle Frank, and we must take care of her."
+
+Mr. Gregory frowned and looked thoughtful, but Aunt Amy had stepped
+forward, and taken Agnes into her arms. "We'll take care of her," she
+said, with a loving look at Bertie, who had spoken so bravely for his
+little cousin, while Eddie had entirely forgotten her. "Don't be afraid,
+Bertie; while your Uncle Harry and I have a home Agnes shall share it."
+
+"Thank you, aunt; and I hope Uncle Gregory will let me come and see you
+often. It is so nice to think that we shall all be in London together;"
+and then Bertie smothered a sigh as he remembered how he disliked cities
+and loved the country, how he would miss the dear delights of
+Riversdale, and how he dreaded the duties of an office. But he had
+plenty of courage, and he resolved not to begin by being unhappy or
+discontented; "besides, it mayn't be so bad," he said to himself; "and
+Dr. Mayson declares it's worth a thousand a year to be able to look at
+the bright side of everything."
+
+[Illustration: "MR. GREGORY PLACED TWO SOVEREIGNS IN BERTIE'S HAND" (_p.
+98_).]
+
+Agnes was weeping silently with joy: no other arrangement could have
+given her half as much pleasure as going back with her Aunt Amy and
+Uncle Clair; she could surely pick up some crumbs of instruction in the
+studio, and then she would always be at hand to help Eddie, and little
+Agnes did not wish for any greater happiness than that. But Eddie did
+not seem altogether so well pleased by the arrangement. He did not like
+a rival, either in affection or talent, and he knew that both his Aunt
+and Uncle Clair loved Agnes, and also that she was a great deal cleverer
+with her pencil than himself, though she was very shy and nervous, and
+distrusted her own powers. However, the arrangement was the only one
+that seemed possible, and the very next day they all returned to London,
+Agnes and Eddie going in a four-wheeler with their aunt and uncle to
+Fitzroy Square, Bertie accompanying his Uncle Gregory to a splendid
+house in Kensington Gardens, where he was rather coldly received by his
+aunt and cousins, and informed that, for a time at least, it was to be
+his home.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+CHAPTER V.--BERTIE BEGINS LIFE.
+
+It was a long time before Eddie and Bertie Rivers could realise that
+Riversdale was no longer their home--that they were quite poor lads,
+dependent on the kindness of their relatives, and that if they wished to
+win fame and fortune, there was nothing for it but hard work. Bertie
+was the first to realise the great change in his position. Mr. Gregory
+was not unkind, but he was stern and cold, and after introducing him to
+the head clerk (who showed him a corner in the office where he might
+sit, and explained his work), Mr. Gregory took no more notice of him
+than of the other lads. After the first day, he found that he would have
+to go to the City by himself, and return alone; his uncle gave him a
+second-class season ticket, and desired him to catch the half-past eight
+train every morning. He also told him where he was to have his dinner,
+and for the first month desired one of the older clerks to see to him,
+and pay only a certain sum; then he was to return to Kensington at
+half-past five every evening, have his tea in the school-room, and read
+or amuse himself as best he could till bed-time. His aunt, he rarely
+saw; she was not up when he left in the morning, and always was either
+entertaining visitors at home or going out to parties in the evening.
+His two cousins were quite grown-up young ladies, who seldom
+condescended to notice the little office-boy, as they called him, and
+two other cousins, about his own age and Eddie's, were away at Eton. So
+that poor Bertie would not have had a very lively time, had he not
+possessed a wonderful capacity for enjoyment, and a perfect genius for
+finding occupation and amusement for himself. He had undisturbed
+possession of the deserted school-room, and before long it was a sort of
+little museum. He had a number of pets; then he begged corks from the
+butler, and manufactured ingenious flower-pots and stands, in which he
+grew dainty little mosses and ferns; he made cork frames for some of
+Agnes' pretty little pictures, and his grandest achievement was a boat
+that he built and rigged entirely himself. Often in the early mornings
+he would go for a walk as far into the country as he could, and
+sometimes, before going home in the evenings, he would have a run in the
+park, and those were all his pleasures. Mr. Gregory scarcely ever
+thought of him out of the office; there he always observed every one
+closely, and he saw that Bertie was quiet, attentive, industrious, and,
+best of all, quick: he never had to be told to do anything a second
+time. On Saturdays and Sundays he might go and see his brother, provided
+he returned in good time, for he dined with the family on Sundays; but
+Eddie was never invited to Gore House, and Uncle Clair was never
+mentioned without contempt. But to Bertie, the hours spent in the dingy
+old house in Fitzroy Square were the pleasantest of his life. He was too
+happy when he got there to notice that Eddie looked gloomy sometimes,
+but little Agnes was always sweet and happy, and Aunt Amy's welcome was
+worth anything.
+
+"How I do wish I could come and live here!" Bertie cried one wet
+afternoon, when they were all gathered round the fire in Mrs. Clair's
+old-fashioned parlour. "I should not mind being in the office a bit if I
+could see you all in the evenings; but it is dull at home!"
+
+"It's dull everywhere at times, dear," Aunt Amy said gently, remembering
+how very gloomy Eddie often looked. "You must try and make the best of
+it."
+
+"I do, auntie," Bertie replied; "and I suppose I won't have to live with
+Uncle Gregory always."
+
+"Gore House is pleasanter than Fitzroy Square, I think," Eddie said, a
+little crossly.
+
+"And Fitzroy Square is ever so much pleasanter than Mincing Lane,"
+Bertie replied. "Why, if you were in our office, Eddie, I don't know
+what would become of you! You would have to sit on a high stool all day,
+copying things into big books, or else copying things out of them. Then
+you have to add up columns of figures till your eyes ache, and if you
+are even one wrong, Mr. Wilson seems to know just by instinct. I
+wonder," Bertie added suddenly, "how many columns I shall have to add
+up, and how many ledgers fill with entries, before I begin to grow
+rich?"
+
+"I wonder how many pictures I'll have to paint before I begin to grow
+famous?" Eddie replied; and then, as Aunt Amy left the room, he jumped
+up impatiently. "I'll never be an artist, Bert, if Uncle Clair keeps me
+drawing lines and triangles and cubes. Any one can do them; I want to
+begin to paint!"
+
+"Then why don't you do just as Uncle Harry says; he knows best!" Bertie
+replied gravely. "I always do exactly as Uncle Gregory says, no matter
+what it is; and now it's time for me to go back. Oh, I forgot to tell
+you something: our cousins, Dick and Harry, are coming home in a few
+weeks; I'll bring them to see you. It won't be so bad when they come,
+but it is dull at home these long evenings."
+
+"It does me good to see Bertie: he's always so happy and cheerful," Aunt
+Amy said, after she had kissed him, and watched him a little way down
+the street. "I wish, Eddie dear, you would try to be contented and
+happy."
+
+"I do try, Aunt Amy, but I can't while I have to do so many unpleasant
+things," Eddie replied, drawing near her. One comfort was, he was always
+sure of ready sympathy from her, while Uncle Harry sometimes laughed at
+his fretful impatience. "If uncle would only let me begin a picture!"
+
+"All in good time, dear. Be patient, Eddie: that's the alphabet of art,
+and you must learn it; besides, Uncle Harry knows best, and remember,
+the sooner you master the alphabet the sooner you can begin to work.
+Just see how Agnes gets on!"
+
+Eddie flushed and hurried away. He would not for the world acknowledge
+it, but his cousin's success was the secret of Eddie's discontent. He
+could not bear to see Agnes do everything better than he did himself,
+and he was ashamed of his jealousy, instead of trying to overcome it. He
+had been just three months with his uncle, and every day he complained
+that he had done nothing; his uncle complained too, in a very kind,
+gentle way, that Eddie did not try, but he was far too easy-tempered and
+good-natured to be severe on Eddie, for he thought the poor lad had not
+become quite accustomed to his altered fortune. And in truth, Eddie did
+miss Riversdale, and his pony, and the other luxuries he had been
+accustomed to all his life; he had not the same happy temper as Bertie,
+and he often grieved his Aunt Amy by lamenting over his loss of fortune,
+and the gloomy view he took of the future. It was in vain that Agnes
+begged of him to do just the work that came to his hand, to listen
+attentively to Uncle Clair's instructions and explanations; in vain Aunt
+Amy entreated him fondly to be patient, and despise not the day of small
+things; Eddie sulked, grumbled, worst of all, idled, or worked
+indifferently, and kept on telling himself that he was misunderstood and
+undervalued, and would not be even allowed to show what he could do; for
+on that point at least Uncle Clair was firm: Eddie must learn to draw
+before he began to paint. But in spite of the mortifications of the
+studio, life was not all dull for Eddie. There were many pleasant
+mornings spent with his uncle in the National Gallery, where Mr. Clair
+pointed out the master-pieces of art, and spoke eloquently on their
+particular merits and beauties; and Eddie almost forgot himself and his
+own ambitious dreams in gazing on the wonderful productions of Titian,
+Sebastian, and Guido, for those three masters were his great favourites.
+Then there were pleasant hours in the British Museum, studying rare old
+prints and illuminations; visits to the numerous other picture
+galleries; and, best of all, pleasant hours in other artists' studios,
+where Eddie heard a good deal of discussion and criticism, and thought
+himself a very important person. Then there were pleasant evenings at
+home, when friends dropped in, and the conversation was still of art and
+artists, of "studies," "designs," "models," and other matters of
+absorbing interest to painters; and Uncle Clair would sit in his big
+easy-chair by the fire, and talk in his soft, pleasant voice of the
+picture he was going to paint for the Academy some day, when he got
+tired of portrait-painting. He would dwell upon his subject lovingly,
+describing it in minute detail, and then forget all about it, while some
+one else went and painted it, and won money and fame thereby. Being of
+an easy temper, and entirely devoid of ambition, Mr. Clair was unable to
+sympathise with Eddie's impatience; but though not enthusiastic about
+art, he had a thorough knowledge of its technicalities, and Eddie might
+have learned much from him if he would. Meantime, Agnes was studying
+hard and making wonderful progress, but her aunt one day observed that
+she was growing thin and pale again, and her sight becoming weaker; so
+the drawing-materials had to be laid aside, except for one hour a day,
+and then Agnes and Aunt Amy began visiting the picture-galleries too,
+and walking through the parks, and enjoying the bright, cold, frosty
+mornings out of doors, while Uncle Clair worked at his portraits, and
+Eddie too often sulked in the studio; and Bertie went to his office
+every day, and in spite of all his efforts, felt very dull and
+dispirited in the cold school-room during the long winter evenings,
+cheered only by the thought that his cousins would soon be home, and
+then he nothing doubted they would spend a great deal of their time with
+him; for of course he would have a good long holiday too.
+
+
+CHAPTER VI.--A NEW ARRANGEMENT.
+
+"Uncle Gregory, may I spend Christmas at Fitzroy Square?" Bertie said
+one morning before the holidays began; and Mr. Gregory looked at him
+curiously as he repeated his words.
+
+"Spend Christmas at Fitzroy Square? why? Are you not comfortable at Gore
+House?"
+
+"Yes, sir; but it's just a little too dull sometimes in the evenings,"
+Bertie replied, very humbly.
+
+"Hum! what do you do in the evenings?"
+
+"Nothing, sir."
+
+"Oh, nothing! Well, you may go to Fitzroy Square if you like, and stay
+till--let me see--stay till the second of January." Bertie's heart gave
+a great bound, and his eyes fairly sparkled. "I always give my boys a
+present at Christmas," and Mr. Gregory placed two sovereigns in Bertie's
+hand, and positively smiled at him. "I'm very pleased with you, my lad,
+and when you return we will have a new arrangement. You shall have
+Dalton's place in my office, to help with the correspondence, and I'll
+pay you a small salary. You can never begin being independent too
+soon--and there may be other alterations," Mr. Gregory continued, "but
+we will speak of them when you return. Tuesday, the second of January,
+mind, and don't be late. You may go at once if you like."
+
+"Thank you, sir. Good-bye, uncle," Bertie said, with a radiant smile;
+and ten minutes after he was hurrying towards the Mansion House Station
+on his way back to Kensington, fairly hugging his two sovereigns. He was
+beginning to get rich already; never had he quite so much money of his
+own before, and as he hurried along, he began wondering what he should
+do with it. "I know," he said to himself, with a triumphant smile, as he
+leaned back in his corner: "I'll give Agnes ten shillings and Eddie ten,
+I'll keep ten for myself, and put ten in the savings' bank. Uncle
+Gregory says that the way to become rich is to save some of everything,
+no matter how little. Ten shillings won't do much towards getting back
+Riversdale, but it's a beginning. I hope Eddie has begun to save too."
+When he reached home, Bertie found his aunt and cousins just going out
+for a drive, and they all seemed a little surprised to see him.
+
+"What's the matter? is anything wrong?" Mrs. Gregory asked, stopping him
+in the hall.
+
+"No, aunt; only I've got leave to spend the holidays at Fitzroy Square.
+Good-bye, aunt; good-bye, cousins," he added hastily, for he did not
+want to lose a moment.
+
+"Wait a moment, Bertie," Mrs. Gregory said, more kindly than she had
+ever spoken before; "John will drive you over in the dog-cart, and I
+must send your brother and cousin their Christmas gifts; and I hope you
+will enjoy yourself very much. Good-bye, my dear;" and Mrs. Gregory went
+into the dining-room to order a hamper of good things to be packed for
+Fitzroy Square, and then she selected from her enormous store of
+presents a workbox for Agnes, a capital volume for Eddie--though the
+book had been intended for her own Dick, but it would be easy to get
+another copy for him--and a knife for Bertie himself, that gladdened his
+heart for many a day. The truth is, that when Mrs. Gregory saw Bertie,
+her conscience smote her. She was not really unkind, but very
+thoughtless; and ever since her boys came from Eton she had entirely
+forgotten him. Had he been at home all day, he might perhaps have shared
+in their pleasures; as it was, he scarcely ever even saw them. When he
+returned from the City they were generally off to some place of
+entertainment, and arrived home barely in time for dinner; when that was
+over, they were off again, their mother never being tired of going about
+with her two handsome lads, while the equally handsome "office-boy"
+spent his evenings in the solitary school-room. Still, it should be
+said, she had not wilfully ignored and neglected Bertie, and when she
+saw how delighted he was to get away from Gore House, she felt naturally
+ashamed of herself, and resolved to be kinder to him when he came back,
+for he was really a very good, quiet boy, who never gave any trouble.
+Meantime she filled a hamper with dainties, packed up the presents, even
+sent her love to Uncle and Aunt Clair, and a very handsome card; and
+half-an-hour after Bertie was driving briskly through the park, looking
+proudly at the hamper and parcel, and wondering if there were so happy a
+boy in all London that bright, frosty day. Just as he turned into
+Fitzroy Square a sudden thought struck him: Aunt Amy and Uncle Clair had
+not invited him, did not even know he was coming, and the fact damped
+his spirits for a moment. But he laughed off the uneasy sensation. And
+before long he was flying up the steps; but ere he could reach the
+knocker, the door swung open, and he was in Aunt Amy's arms.
+
+"My dear, how glad I am to see you, and so are all of us!" she said,
+kissing him tenderly. "This is indeed a pleasant surprise for us,
+Bertie!"
+
+"I've come for ten days, auntie," he cried: "that is, if you will have
+me; but I never thought of asking you till I saw the house; but I may
+stay, may I not?"
+
+"Stay! I should think so. Why, child, I'm delighted!" and Aunt Amy
+kissed Bertie again, and then bustled out to see after his things; but
+John had already deposited them in the hall. Bertie forgot nothing but
+his own personal belongings. "I am so sorry," he cried, "but I've
+forgotten my things and my dressing-case. I was so excited, I really did
+not know what was doing."
+
+"I'll bring them over in the morning, Master Bertie," John said,
+good-naturedly, though he could not help wondering at his forgetting his
+wardrobe; but that was because he did not know Bertie, who never forgot
+his friends, or neglected a single living creature that he once
+undertook to care for.
+
+"What a delightful surprise this will be for Eddie and Agnes!" Mrs.
+Clair said, when they were alone in the parlour. "They are out for a
+walk with Uncle Harry. It was only this morning they were saying what
+gay times you would have at Gore House now your cousins are at home, and
+that you would not think of us; but I knew better, Bertie."
+
+"Why, Aunt Amy, I've scarcely ever spoken to my cousins: they're always
+out enjoying themselves; and I was longing to come here. Was it not good
+of Uncle Gregory to let me come, and give me such a long holiday? and
+look, auntie, two sovereigns for a Christmas present, and" (dragging in
+the hamper and parcel) "Aunt Gregory sent these--a workbox for Agnes,
+and a book for Eddie, and such a knife for me! And it was she told John
+to drive me over in the dog-cart. And, best news of all, when I go back
+to the office there's to be a new arrangement. I'm going into Uncle
+Gregory's private office and am to have a salary; think of that, Aunt
+Amy! I'm beginning to make my fortune already, and I dare say I'll be
+rich before very long, then Eddie and Agnes shall have Riversdale; but I
+think I'll be a merchant always, and perhaps be Lord Mayor of London
+some day, like Whittington, though instead of having a favourite cat
+I've only white mice!"
+
+Aunt Amy laughed almost as heartily as Bertie. It was good to see the
+boy's happy, honest face, and hear his cheery voice. Whatever Bertie
+Rivers undertook to do he certainly did with all his heart, and that was
+the true secret of his happiness. While they were still enjoying the
+idea of Bertie being a Lord Mayor, the door opened, and Uncle Clair,
+Agnes, and Eddie entered the room, and it was hard to say whether they
+were more amazed or pleased to see Bertie established there.
+
+(_To be continued._)
+
+
+
+
+THE CHILDREN'S OWN GARDEN IN AUGUST.
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Beds and borders which have been very showy and pretty from the latter
+part of May to the end of July will now have reached their highest stage
+of perfection. Such plants as geraniums, calceolarias, lobelias, &c.,
+make an exceedingly small amount of growth all through the summer, but
+so soon as the dewy nights and often wet days of August and September
+arrive, they start into growth with the greatest of rapidity. This state
+of things is, of course, almost an infallible sign that the irksome
+labour of watering can be dispensed with. At the same time, the plants
+must on no account be allowed to flag from want of water, and this
+matter needs very careful attention; it will be often found, even after
+what seems to be a heavy shower of rain, that the earth is perfectly
+dust-dry half an inch under the surface. This circumstance is a most
+misleading one, and a valuable plant is quickly lost through neglecting
+to take necessary precautions.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Whilst making the strong growth just mentioned, it will be very
+necessary to properly train the young shoots in such a manner as to
+ensure a neat and compact growth. All decaying vegetation, such as
+leaves, stems, &c., must be promptly removed, and that before they cause
+other leaves, &c., to become equally diseased. Nothing looks so
+excessively deplorable as to see what was at one time a neat bed of
+plants in a semi-rotten state. When a stem or leaf of a geranium becomes
+wholly or partly separated, it rapidly decays; hence the great
+importance of removing such before it becomes a mass of decomposition.
+It is the same with the fuchsia and many others. Hoeing and otherwise
+cleaning the surfaces of beds and borders must be carried out where
+practicable. Weeds and objectionable vegetation of all sorts should be
+removed to the rubbish-heap at the earliest possible moment, thereby
+securing a general tidy appearance to the place.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Almost every day will occasion some new operation to be carried out, and
+all plants having a naturally rambling habit, such as petunias and
+verbenas, must be strictly kept within bounds by being pegged down. This
+can be done by using what are known as "verbena-pins," and these can be
+purchased at a cheap rate from any local seedsman, or may be easily made
+by converting pieces of galvanised or any thin wire into sizes and
+shapes identical with small hair-pins. Each shoot must be carefully
+secured close to the earth with one of these. It must be remembered that
+the young shoots are very tender, and that the least clumsy handling
+will destroy them. Hollyhocks and dahlias, and, indeed, all tall-growing
+herbaceous plants, will require very careful looking after, in the
+matter of tying and training more especially. Dahlias and hollyhocks are
+really the supreme ornaments of the garden during the latter part of the
+summer and throughout the autumnal months. The latter-named,
+unfortunately, is extremely liable to the attacks of a virulent form of
+fungoid disease, which rapidly destroys it. We know of no real
+preventative, and the only plan we can recommend is to select strong
+young plants, which are in no degree affected with it, and on the very
+first appearance of the disease to destroy all those infested.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+The rose--that "Queen of flowers"--will, in all probability, require
+attention; extra strong and gross-growing shoots may be cut back, and
+train all young growth with the view of securing not only a well-formed
+specimen, but also a robust growth. As a general rule, the training of
+roses must be left to a good practical gardener, but we strongly advise
+all our young friends to pay careful attention to what he does, and to
+the advice he gives, so that they may themselves at another time perform
+the necessary operations, with, of course, a considerable amount more
+pleasure. We may here remark that all young people must never be above
+taking hints and advice from gardeners, because the power to give such
+has been almost invariably acquired by long experience, and is given
+with the best of intentions. And, moreover, few things are more pleasing
+to a gardener than to see young folk taking a practical interest in his
+favourite pursuit.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Cuttings may now be made of a great number of plants, and cold frames or
+shady spots in the garden may be utilised for growing them. As a rule,
+the separation should be made a little way under the joint. A cutting
+has been truly defined as a part of a plant with growing appendages at
+either end, and a space between to keep them sufficiently apart, so that
+one part shall be in the soil to form roots, and the other in the air
+to form leaves and stem. They are usually obtained from the young wood,
+and strike most freely in sand. It is easy to determine whether a shoot
+be in a proper state for making a cutting: bend it carefully back, and
+if it breaks or snaps it is in a right condition, and if it bends
+without snapping it is then too hard. The most general "cut" is a
+slanting one, but we have invariably found a level one both easiest made
+and quickest rooted. Whichever is done, let it be done with a sharp
+knife, and let the cut be "clean," not jagged--this is an important
+consideration.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+The kitchen-gardens of young folk will require but little attention
+during the month of August, although just the reverse is the case in
+large establishments. However, all the necessary weeding, raking, and
+hoeing should be done without fail. Seeds also may be now sown of cress,
+mustard, and radishes, but they must all be gathered when in a very
+young state. Seeds of the American Red-stone Turnip or other good sort
+can be sown in any odd piece of ordinary garden soil. Delicious little
+turnips will be produced in about five or six weeks very easily, if a
+small amount of care is given, the chief requirements being water when
+the weather is dry, thinning-out where they come up very close together,
+and keeping thoroughly clear of weeds--mere matters of detail, which
+require but little time to carry out, and which will ensure a very good
+crop of a most desirable vegetable.
+
+
+
+
+JEMMY'S AND MY ADVENTURE.
+
+_By the Author of "Claimed at Last" &c._
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Jemmy was five, I seven--two quaint little people we must have looked,
+as we trotted out through the lengthening shadows from the old Manor
+Farmhouse, where we had been sojourning with our grandmother and Uncle
+John, all the summer-time. Now August was fast glowing itself away
+towards September, and all was rich, ripe grain, happy toiling and
+mirth, in the far-stretching fields. Out from the old flower-wreathed
+porch we both of us trudged, and away on an expedition of our own.
+
+"We mustn't be idle--the bees are not idle, are they?" piped Jemmy,
+turning to watch the bees working in the flower-beds. And I responded--
+
+"No, nor are we idle if we try to be busy."
+
+"And seeing other folk work is like working ourselves, isn't it?"
+reasoned Jemmy.
+
+"And picking flowers for grandmamma is real work," was my complacent
+rejoinder, pressing the wooden basket I carried closer to my side, and
+thinking myself a very industrious little woman.
+
+Away on the downs, all beautiful colours were chasing each other among
+the sunbeams, and the trees waved overhead, as if they liked to fan all
+the busy toilers on the earth. And by the old beech-tree, at the
+cross-roads, we met Uncle John.
+
+"Well," was his greeting; "where do you two midges think you're off to?"
+
+"I'm going to look after the harvest folk," quoth Jemmy, with a swagger.
+
+"And I'm going to gather flowers for grandmamma--and we're not midges,
+uncle," said I, with a girl's protest.
+
+"Ah! what are you, then, little fluffy hair?" was his smiling reply,
+putting back my yellow curls from my forehead with his finger.
+
+"Two busy people that don't like to be idle."
+
+"Ah! well, go on, you make-believes; mind and be home by sundown, and
+don't lose yourselves." Thus he admonished us; then he went his way, and
+we ours.
+
+"Sundown is a long time, isn't it, Nell?" remarked Jemmy; "and we're not
+such sillies as to lose ourselves."
+
+"No; uncle doesn't know how wise we are," I answered; and then we
+travelled on all through the rich, ripe harvest-glory of cornfields.
+
+But the harvest folk seemed very far off; the silent fields lay basking
+in the sunshine, with the lengthening shadows stretching athwart them,
+some with the golden grain cut and ready for carting, some still
+standing awaiting the sickle. But no happy toilers were to be seen. Yes,
+we alighted upon one, a lad sitting manufacturing a whistle-pipe, and
+watching some sheep wandering in a field, where the wheat had been
+reaped and gleaned.
+
+"Where are the harvest folk?" questioned Jemmy, with dignity.
+
+"Harvest folk, young sir! That's a wide question, 'cause them's
+everywhere," replied the lad, with a grin.
+
+"I don't see them," was the reply.
+
+"I'm a harvest folk, and so is them--them's havin' their harvest,"
+saying which the boy jerked his thumb in the direction of the sheep.
+
+"They're not folk, they are sheep," dissented Jemmy, with scorn.
+
+"Well, follow your noses, youngsters;' and you'll find some harvest
+folk, if ye go far enough."
+
+"He's a great rude boy, Nell, come away," quoth Jemmy to me, taking my
+hand, and boy-like leading me on. And as we went we met a mite of a boy
+of about Jemmy's age, with a small bundle of corn on his shoulder, like
+a miniature man.
+
+"Are you come from the harvest people?" asked Jemmy.
+
+"Yes," was the child's reply.
+
+"And where are they?"
+
+"I don't know; ever so far away. I'm carrying home mother's corn." With
+that the little man trudged on his way, and we went flitting here and
+there, I picking corn-flowers, and Jemmy looking for fat toads and
+shrews. And all the while our shadows standing by our sides warned us of
+what would befall us ere long.
+
+"I think," said I, presently, "that I'll sit down here by these sheaves
+awhile;" but ere we had bent our tired little limbs, out flew a
+beautiful bird from their midst, all blue and gold, and many other tints
+intermingling to our imaginative eyes, viewing it in the sunlight.
+
+"Oh, Nell, what a beauty!" cried Jemmy, and hand in hand we drew near to
+admire it, as it poised itself in mid air over our heads. To our
+childish fancy it was a stranger bird, a wanderer from some foreign
+clime.
+
+"Oh, if I could sketch it!" I sighed.
+
+"Oh, if I could catch it!" cried more matter-of-fact Jemmy; and then, as
+the bird flew away, we followed it as if we were charmed, spell-bound.
+
+Away and away, across the fields, up the steep hill-side, our backs to
+the sun, our faces--ah, me! that pretty bird led us far astray; and now
+we were in the copse, on the sloping hill-side. Thus our bird had wiled
+us on; we heard it sing to us, as in merry laughter, as we wandered here
+and there seeking it in the shady tangle, but we never found it, nor
+caught a glimpse of it; we saw it wing its way thither, and that was
+all. When we emerged upon the open downs again, the sun had set, the
+cornfields below looked dim and gloomy, as if something were lost, dead,
+and over the wild waste of downs, shadows were creeping and crawling.
+And oh, how our little legs ached! We were fain to sit down and rest
+awhile. What was worse, we had turned and twisted, and gone hither and
+thither, till we did not know in what direction lay our home. We rose
+and turned to right and left, east, west, north, and south, but those
+dark, deepening shadows seemed to be creeping after us, and monsters
+came crawling and stealing up the hill-side, and went we knew not
+whither. Then a mist gathered over, not deep and blinding, but just
+enough to make everything look unreal and terrible to us small, lonely
+creatures.
+
+"Oh, Jemmy, what is that?" cried I, as a great, dark something loomed
+near us.
+
+"Oh, I don't know," said he, in a frightened whisper; but he threw his
+arm about me, his boy-nature strong within him.
+
+Then the wind swept cold and bleak, bringing with it a low growl--at
+least so it sounded to our poor frightened senses, and we fairly clung
+to each other.
+
+"That's wolves!" moaned Jemmy, while that great threatening something at
+our side seemed to fade away, others stealing up and taking its place.
+
+[Illustration: IN THE HARVEST FIELD.
+
+"_JEMMY'S AND MY ADVENTURE_" (_p. 102_).]
+
+"Wolves don't live in England," said I.
+
+"They did when little William was a boy," returned Jemmy, and I, as I
+remembered the tragic story of the little woodman and his dog Caesar,
+felt that we too, for aught we knew, were to pass through a time of
+terror, as did he.
+
+In an instant the incidents of that story rose before me like living
+pictures. The death of little William's father, his cruel brothers
+banding together, and taking him three days' journey into the forest,
+just to be free of him, to let him die of hunger or what not, shutting
+up his only friend, his trusty dog Caesar, at home. Their stealing away
+on the third night while he slept, his awakening, his long, weary
+waiting for their return during the day, his terror at nightfall. Then I
+saw him praying, as the weird sounds of the wood made his little heart
+quake. Then followed the unmistakable howl of the wolves, his flight
+hither and thither, his climbing a tree to be safe from the hideous
+animals, and his seeing a light while there. Next, I saw him rushing
+toward it, a wolf on his track, the glare of fiery eyes behind him, the
+pat of feet, the panting breath; the river which barred his progress,
+and stayed his flying, stumbling, uncertain feet; the leaping of the
+animal on his back, which proved to be his dear little dog Caesar, broke
+loose from home, and come to find him; Caesar's fight with a wolf which
+followed, and, oh, joy! his coming upon his grandmother's cottage, to
+home and safety. Tears rushed to my eyes as it all rose before me.
+
+"Let us hide away in the copse," said I, for I fancied that growling,
+wailing sound came sweeping up to us from over the downs.
+
+"I think if we could get out on the other side, that would be our way
+home," said I to my wee brother, as we groped and threaded our way.
+
+But the other side of the copse was like this side, a tangle, a mystery;
+we were like two birds caught in a net. We sat down and cried bitterly.
+
+And now there was a stirring among the bushes, and that howling,
+moaning, fearful sound seemed now upon us, now afar, till it lost itself
+in space. Crash, crash, crash, came something through the brambles and
+bushes, and, as by instinct, we leaped to our feet and ran. None but a
+child knows a child's terror: so weak, so puny, so unaccustomed to rely
+on itself for protection, for a means to escape from danger and peril.
+Hand in hand, we rushed forward like the wandering babes in the wood;
+now we fell, tripped up by a root of a tree; now that moan swept over
+us, that terrible moan more like a roar, and we were on our feet,
+scudding on as before.
+
+On, on, still on--glancing over my shoulder, what did I espy but two
+fiery eyes gleaming through the darkness, as did poor hapless William,
+and the rush of some eager animal bent on prey, which would not be
+driven back, came distinct and clear. I did not tell Jemmy what my
+startled eyes beheld, but hurried him on, on--whither?
+
+Now came the pant, pant of the creature's breath, and now--as in the
+story of little William--there stretched before us a stream of water.
+What could we do?
+
+I glanced behind me as we halted by the river in front, into which we
+had well-nigh rushed.
+
+Ah! those burning eyes were upon us, so to speak, the creature's breath
+fanned my cheek. Now his paws were on my shoulders to tear me down. I
+shrieked as to some unknown hand to save me, and Jemmy belaboured him
+with a stick he caught up in desperation. But the beast did not bite me,
+only whined out his joy, and licked my face. It was Ben, Uncle John's
+old dog Ben; and oh, joy! there was Uncle John himself bearing down upon
+us, like some giant in the gloom.
+
+"Well, you youngsters, what have you to say for yourselves to Ben and
+me?" so he questioned, as we clung tightly to him, each holding a hand.
+
+"Uncle," said I, after I had kissed the dear old dog, and Jemmy had
+caressed him, "uncle, did you hear anything growling all about? We did,
+and thought 'twas wolves, same as little William heard."
+
+"No, Nell, I heard no sound of wolves--how could I when there are no
+wolves to hear? That was the wind you heard, little one," was the reply.
+
+"And we saw great monsters that crawled, and crept, and frightened us
+ever so much," I told him, with a quaver in my voice.
+
+"That was the mist wreathing and curling, which your frightened little
+hearts made monsters of. But come, you've not answered my question--what
+have you to say to Mr. Ben and me for leading us this long dance?"
+
+"It was a bird's fault, uncle," said I, true to my sex in making my
+excuse, "a dear, lovely bird, which flew away in here, and we followed
+it, and so--and so we forgot and were lost."
+
+"Ah! children," said Uncle John, as he led us home, one on either side
+of him, I wearing uncle's pocket-handkerchief on my head, knotted into
+something like a turban, Ben trotting on before--"Ah, children, little
+feet shouldn't wander far from home; little heads shouldn't think
+themselves overwise; and little things like pretty birds shouldn't make
+small people forget their uncle's command to be home before sundown.
+Now, if you will only just get home by moondown, 'twill do very well."
+
+
+
+
+MORNINGS AT THE ZOO.
+
+
+VII.--ABOUT THE BATS.
+
+[Illustration: HEAD OF BARBASTELLE BAT.]
+
+Perhaps none of the inmates of the Zoological Gardens, London, cause
+such serious disappointment as the Bats. Indeed, it may fairly be
+questioned whether one half of the visitors are aware that the Gardens
+contain specimens of these really interesting animals. The fact is, the
+creatures do not obtrude themselves upon any person's notice, and those
+who do not know their whereabouts, but want to see them, might spend a
+day in vainly looking for them, unless they invoked the aid of one of
+the keepers. Yet the bats are often enough discovered quite by accident
+where they are least expected. Their cages will be found in the
+monkey-house, screened from the light by a blind. Raise the blind and
+you will observe them hanging by their hind feet, with their wings
+wrapped round them like a cloak. They are no doubt asleep, but the
+raising of the screen may rouse some of them, who will turn their wee
+sharp noses and bright eyes towards the inquisitive stranger, and utter
+a little "cheeping" cry of complaint at having their repose disturbed.
+Night being the season of their activity, the bats do not favourably
+impress the casual visitor. After the Gardens have closed, however, they
+get more lively, though the smallness of their domicile prevents them
+from flying. They crawl about their cages and fight for the titbits of
+food. Tame bats may be trained to display some amount of fondness for
+their keeper. If set free they will creep about his person and get on to
+his shoulder and lick his face like a dog.
+
+Until the time of the illustrious Linnaeus the bats had been more or less
+a puzzle both to scientific folk and to common people. The general
+notion was that they were a kind of bird with wings of skin, while the
+German name for the creature, _Fledermaus_, or fluttering mouse, points
+to another opinion that they were neither bird nor beast, but a mixture
+of both. Other delusions remained in force up to a recent period. "Blind
+as a bat," is an old saying so much the reverse of fact, that it is not
+easy to explain how it ever obtained currency among people who had seen
+the animal. So far from being afflicted with blindness, they are, says
+Mr. Dallas, "furnished with very efficient eyes, although, in most
+cases, these are little bead-like organs, very unlike the eyes usually
+seen in animals whose activity is nocturnal."
+
+Nevertheless bats are not dependent upon their eyesight for a means of
+getting about in the dark. They are able to fly with great speed and
+accuracy, to avoid obstacles, and to enter small holes without making
+the least mistake. Experiments have shown that this singular power of
+direction is due to a remarkable development of the sense of touch
+especially to be found in their great expanse of wing. Further, these
+animals possess large ears and curious nostrils, some of which are
+leaf-like formations of the most extraordinary description. These skin
+growths are all supposed to have reference to the skill with which the
+creatures wing their way in the darkest caves.
+
+As regards diet their wants are simple. Most bats feed on insects which
+they catch on the wing; some of them eat fruit; and a few enjoy a bad
+name because they suck the blood of other animals. Of these last are the
+so-called vampire bats, respecting which it used to be said that they
+fanned their victim with their wings while they sucked its life's blood.
+Though it is quite true that horses and cattle in South America are
+attacked by some bats, this hideous tale is altogether fabulous.
+
+In considering the habits of these queer beings we shall confine
+ourselves to the fruit-eaters, to which the bats in the Zoo belong. In
+their native haunts the flying foxes, as they are called, are terribly
+destructive creatures. In Ceylon they hang upon some trees in such
+numbers that the branches often give way beneath their weight. While
+hovering round the trees stripping them of their fruit, the beating of
+their broad wings creates quite a hum. In the forenoon they take a
+"constitutional," just for a little exercise, and to air and dry their
+fur after the dews of the early morning. Then they return to the
+shadiest nook they can find till nightfall. Sometimes an attempt is made
+by its fellows to plunder a bat before it can manage to retire to a safe
+and snug retreat where it may enjoy its dinner in peace and quiet. Then
+fighting takes place, during which they tear one another with their
+hooks, screaming angrily the while. At last the would-be victim
+contrives to escape by flight to a distant spot, where in hot haste it
+devours its fruit. When the flying foxes drink, they lap by hanging head
+downwards from a branch over the water. Some of the Indian fruit bats,
+according to Mr. Francis Day, "often pass the night partaking of the
+toddy from the chatties in the cocoa-nut trees, which results either in
+their returning home in the early morning in a state of extreme and
+riotous intoxication, or in being found the next day at the foot of the
+trees sleeping off the effects of their midnight drinking." These
+"chatties," I may explain, are bowls containing various liquors
+belonging to natives, which are placed in the trees to keep them cool.
+
+The margined fruit bat--so called from the white border that surrounds
+its ears--works great mischief in the plantations upon which it feeds.
+They will fly as many as thirty or forty miles and back the same night
+in search of food. It is a greedy animal, individuals kept in captivity
+seeming to be always eating. The fruit bats are found in Asia, Africa,
+and Australia.
+
+Many readers have doubtless seen bats in the course of their evening
+walks, and it may, therefore, be worth while to remind them that British
+bats--the long-eared and the barbastelle bats, for example,--feed upon
+insects. The blood-suckers, again, do not appear to belong to any other
+country but South America. All the fruit-eaters are, comparatively
+speaking, big bats. In size they range from the Great Kalong, the
+largest of all bats, which measures fourteen inches long, and has a wing
+expansion of upwards of four feet, to the dwarf long-tongued fruit bat,
+which is only from two and a half to three inches in length, with an
+expanse of wing of from eight to ten inches. The conditions of existence
+in the Zoo at present entirely prevent the captive bats from ever having
+an opportunity of doing justice to themselves. Perhaps at some date,
+more or less distant, they may be accommodated with a cage roomy enough
+to enable them to use their wings freely, and otherwise to display their
+powers.
+
+    JAMES A. MANSON.
+
+
+
+
+A GAME OF CRICKET IN ELFLAND.
+
+A FAIRY STORY.
+
+
+It was a large gander, and it seemed to be a fierce gander, for it
+hissed loudly when Felix waved a switch before it, and pointed his
+finger at it crying, "Bohoo, bohoo, you goosey gander."
+
+It was not very polite, and the gander seemed to grow more and more
+angry, and yet it would not leave Felix. At length Felix still pointing
+at the gander, said--
+
+    "Goosey, goosey, gander,
+    Whither shall we wander,
+    Up the hill, or through the vale,
+    Or in the pinewoods yonder."
+
+And to his great surprise the gander drew in his head, and replied
+promptly--
+
+"Pinewoods."
+
+And a goose in the distance cried out--
+
+"Make haste then."
+
+Felix dropped the switch, put his hands in his pockets, and stared at
+both the birds.
+
+"Come," said the gander, spreading out his wings; "get on my back, and
+
+          Away we'll sail
+    Down the river in the vale,
+    Away to the pinewoods, away, away."
+
+Splash, splash, such a spluttering in the water, and Felix, holding on
+by the gander's neck, shivered as the water touched him, for it was very
+cold; which much surprised him, as the day was hot, and the sun was
+shining.
+
+[Illustration: IT HISSED LOUDLY.]
+
+How large the gander had grown! he had seemed a large gander before, but
+now he seemed quite monstrous. And the river grew wider, and the trees
+appeared to reach the sky, and the flags and bulrushes were like young
+palm-trees, and the flowers shot up to a great size. There was one clump
+of lilies of the valley much taller than Felix, and quite overshadowing
+a girl in a large cap with a blue ribbon in it, who seemed to be
+gathering some flowers growing in the water.
+
+As Felix approached the bank the lily bells swayed to and fro with a
+melodious sound as if bells of the purest silver were ringing.
+
+"Welcoming us to Elfland," observed the gander.
+
+"Isn't it the Pinewood?" asked Felix.
+
+"It's all the same," answered the gander.
+
+"Who is the little girl? She is coming to speak to us."
+
+[Illustration: "THE LILY-BELLS SWAYED."]
+
+"Little girl, indeed," returned the gander contemptuously; "it's the
+Pine Queen; she has been asking you to come for weeks, but you took no
+notice of her. She sent messages by the swallows and the blackbirds, and
+the butterflies, and the grasshopper, but you did not heed them."
+
+"I never heard them," said Felix, somewhat bewildered.
+
+"Of course not; boys never do; they are always thinking of toys and
+games, and tarts and plum-cake, and the birds and butterflies speak to
+them in vain."
+
+"I don't understand," said Felix.
+
+"Of course not, but now," said the gander, suddenly rising in the water
+and flapping his wings; "having done my duty in bringing you here, I
+leave you to take care of yourself."
+
+So saying he tossed Felix off his back to the bank, at the feet of the
+Pine Queen.
+
+As Felix looked at the Pine Queen he noticed that she was dressed in
+silk and satin, and that her cap had turned into a crown of diamonds,
+and that she had diamond buckles on her shoes, and that she seemed very
+glittering and dazzling altogether.
+
+She looked at Felix, and then said--
+
+    "Two little maidens winding wool all day,
+    If you want to see them please to walk this way."
+
+"I don't care about seeing them," said Felix, who thought this a very
+odd way of beginning a conversation; nevertheless he followed the Pine
+Queen along the path through the trees.
+
+It was very pleasant, the great straight pines with their tufted
+branches, and the sun sending slanting rays of gold through them; whilst
+the wild strawberries shone like heaps of rubies at his feet. Wonderful
+birds and butterflies were darting hither and thither amongst the
+loveliest flowers. And on a grassy nook not far from a waterfall he
+perceived some white marble steps on which two little girls sat. The one
+was holding a great skein of wool, and the other was winding it. There
+was a great heap of wool of all colours on the ground.
+
+    "We wind, we wind till we've wound enough
+    Of wool a hundred balls to stuff."
+
+sang the little maidens.
+
+"What for?" asked Felix.
+
+    "For cricket-balls we work away,
+    With which pine-cricket players play."
+
+sang the maidens.
+
+"But cricket-balls should be hard," said Felix.
+
+"Not in Elfland," answered the Pine Queen, smiling; "it's a different
+game altogether; we hit 'soft' instead of 'hard,' and our bats are
+brushes, and we make no scores."
+
+"It must be a queer game," said Felix.
+
+"_We_ think it a much better game than yours," answered the Queen, "pads
+are never wanted; and there are no wickets, and no one is ever caught
+out."
+
+[Illustration: "HE PERCEIVED ... TWO LITTLE GIRLS."]
+
+"How funny!" exclaimed Felix; "I should not care to play at such a
+game."
+
+The Queen made no answer, and they walked on until they met a girl with
+a pail of water, who curtseyed respectfully.
+
+"She's going to wash the cricket-ground," explained the Pine Queen.
+
+"Oh!" said Felix, which was all that he could say, for the fact was
+everything seemed so very strange to him.
+
+    "Scour the ground, mop it, and dry it with care,
+      Sprinkle it over with Eau-de-Cologne.
+    Roses in flower-pots put round here and there,
+      And the roses must all be full-blown."
+
+[Illustration: "THEY MET A GIRL WITH A PAIL."]
+
+The eyes of Felix grew rounder and rounder, as the Pine Queen gave these
+directions, and he rubbed them to be quite certain that he was awake.
+
+"_We_ roll and mow the grass," he half whispered.
+
+"_We_ scour, and mop, and dry, and polish," murmured the Queen.
+
+"_We_ play with bats," Felix went on.
+
+"_We_ play with brushes," continued the Queen; "and here is one of our
+players in full costume."
+
+Felix glanced round, but he only saw a boy who looked like a street
+sweeper, with a hand-brush in one hand and a broom in the other. He had
+on a sailor's hat, and he touched the brim of it with the broom-handle,
+as a salutation to the Queen.
+
+"Queer, queerer, queerest!" thought Felix.
+
+"Are you a good brusher?" asked the boy, suddenly; "can you brush the
+balls well?"
+
+Felix stared at him.
+
+"Oh!" said the boy; "I thought you would be sure to be a good
+cricketer."
+
+"So I am," returned Felix; "I am a good batter. I've got a prize bat."
+
+The boy burst out laughing, so did some magpies and squirrels. So did
+the streamlet that was running along so fast. Even the little fishes
+popped up their heads and laughed--
+
+"Haha! haha! hoho! hoho!"
+
+There was such a noise that Felix had to ask several times before he got
+an answer.
+
+"What are they laughing at?"
+
+"At you," answered the boy.
+
+"It's very rude of them," said Felix, taking up a stone to throw at the
+magpies, which were chattering.
+
+"Don't, don't," said the stone. "I don't want to hurt any one."
+
+Felix, in his surprise, dropped the stone, and it fell to the ground,
+saying--
+
+"Thank you! thank you!"
+
+"Queer, queerer, queerest!" said Felix to himself. But the Pine Queen
+knew what he was saying, for she said--
+
+"Wait till you have seen the practice." Felix rubbed his eyes again, for
+though the sun was shining, there was certainly snow upon the ground,
+and the two little players, who stood with brush and ball in their
+hands, were clad in warm coats and gloves and winter boots, which Felix
+thought must prevent their running well. The girl had a scarlet feather
+in her felt hat, and the boy a long blue tassel hanging from his velvet
+cap. The girl was raising her brush to ward off the ball that the boy
+was about to throw.
+
+"Isn't it pretty?" said the Pine Queen--
+
+    "Throw, throw, hit, hit!
+    No danger, not a bit."
+
+But Felix was thinking about "Scour, mop, and dry it," as he looked at
+the snow-covered patch of land.
+
+"Ah!" continued the Pine Queen, divining his thoughts, "snow is soft, so
+that if the players fall it does not hurt them. But there is no snow to
+be seen when the regular game begins."
+
+And the Queen waved a rose that she held in her hand, and in a moment
+the scene was changed, and Felix saw before him a smooth piece of lawn
+that looked like shining velvet. The flower-pots with full-blown roses
+were there, so was the girl with the pail and the player with the long
+broom, looking quite hot, as if they had been at work for hours.
+
+"A good morning's work," observed the Queen. "See how neat it is."
+
+[Illustration: "HE ONLY SAW A BOY ... LIKE A STREET-SWEEPER."]
+
+Felix grew more and more perplexed. How could they scour and sweep under
+the snow? And how did the flower-pots get there, and the players; for
+the ground was all covered with the pine-wood cricket-players, dressed
+in the gayest and airiest of costumes. Half had brushes and half had
+balls. And the balls were flying here and there, and if the players hit
+them so that they rose in the air, they burst, and butterflies of the
+loveliest colours issued forth; whilst if the balls fell to the ground,
+frogs innumerable hopped out of them, and making their way to the banks
+of the river, sat there singing in a most delightful manner.
+
+[Illustration: "THE GIRL WAS RAISING HER BRUSH" (_p. 107_).]
+
+Yet, sweet as it was, the music seemed to confuse him as much as the
+game, which grew every moment more and more intricate; the players,
+brandishing their brushes, flew round, and the balls flashed about, and
+at last all that Felix could see was a mass of dazzling rainbow colours
+whirling past him.
+
+All at once he heard a loud hissing, and he saw the large gander
+waddling up from the river; and beside him was the little girl with the
+large cap with the blue bow in it, and she held out her hand, saying--
+
+"Good-bye, Felix. Come and see us again."
+
+"That I will," replied Felix.
+
+But he never did.
+
+For from that day he never saw the gander again; nor could he ever find
+the way to the pine-forest, though he fancied he had remembered it quite
+well; nor did he ever see the game of brush-cricket played again.
+
+Sometimes he even doubted whether he had been to Pineland, and had seen
+the wonderful game.
+
+"But yet," said he, "if I had not seen it, how should I know anything
+about the forest and the Pine Queen? and how should I know how
+brush-cricket is played?"
+
+And how should he?
+
+    JULIA GODDARD.
+
+
+
+
+HARVEST DAYS.
+
+
+    Over the cornfield fell the sunlight,
+      And turned all the stubble to gold,
+    And 'neath the pale cloud-shades of evening
+      Deep crimson and purple unrolled.
+
+    The gleaners were busily gleaning
+      The yellow corn scattered around;
+    The waggons, all heavily laden,
+      Were tracing with furrows the ground.
+
+    The farmer stood lazily viewing
+      The harvesting in of his wheat,
+    His daughters were standing beside him,
+      His faithful dog lay at his feet.
+
+    There came by a shy little gleaner,
+      Flaxen-headed, with eyes bright and blue,
+    And the farmer smiled down, "Little maiden,
+      Come here--here's a gleaning for you."
+
+[Illustration: THE GLEANER. (_See p. 108._)]
+
+    He pulled from the waggon an armful
+      Of corn; and the gleaner's eyes gleamed:
+    She dimpled, she flushed, and she curtsied,
+      Such a great golden treasure it seemed.
+
+    "Ay, sowing, and reaping, and harvest,"
+      The farmer soft spake as she passed,
+    And he thought of earth's sowing and reaping,
+      And the harvest that must come at last.
+
+
+
+
+LITTLE MARGARET'S KITCHEN, AND WHAT SHE DID IN IT.--VIII.
+
+_By_ PHILLIS BROWNE, _Author of "A Year's Cookery," "What Girls can Do,"
+&c._
+
+
+When Margaret and Mary entered the kitchen on the day on which the
+children were to learn how to bake meat, they found Mrs. Herbert already
+there. As usual, everything was laid ready for them. The meat was on a
+dish, the tins and various utensils were clean and bright, and there was
+a clear bright fire, while a general feeling of warmth and comfort
+pervaded everything, which was very agreeable, as it was a cold day.
+
+"You have cleared out the flues properly and cleaned the oven for us, I
+hope, cook," said Mrs. Herbert.
+
+"Oh yes, ma'am; it is all as it should be," replied cook, with a
+satisfied look as she watched Mrs. Herbert open the oven door, glance
+quickly in all the corners, put her hand inside for a moment to test the
+heat, then draw it out, and shut the oven door once more.
+
+"That is well," said Mrs. Herbert. "Now remember, children, when you are
+going to bake meat, the first thing you have to look after is the
+condition of the oven. If the soot has not been swept away from the back
+and round about, your oven will not heat satisfactorily, no matter how
+much coal you pile on the fire; and if the shelves are dirty, that is,
+if a little syrup from the last pie which was baked in it, or splashes
+of fat from the last joint, are left to burn on the shelves, the meat
+will taste unpleasantly, and very likely be indigestible also."
+
+"But we cannot prevent syrup boiling over," said Margaret.
+
+"Perhaps not; but you can scrape off what was spilt before it has time
+to burn on the shelves, and you can clean out thoroughly, and wash the
+shelves with weak vinegar and water, to make them fresh and sweet. We
+very often hear people say they do not like baked meat, because it
+tastes of the oven."
+
+"Yes, I have often heard them say so," said Margaret.
+
+"Ah! This remark would not be made so frequently as it is if cooks were
+careful to keep the oven _perfectly_ clean. Cleanliness is most
+important in all cookery, and never more so than with regard to an
+oven."
+
+"What is that little iron slide which you pushed in when you opened the
+oven, mother?" said Margaret.
+
+"It is a ventilator, and is intended to let fresh air into the oven, and
+to allow the smell of the roasting meat and the fumes which rise from it
+to escape. I shut it because we are just going to put in the meat, and I
+wish it to remain shut for about ten minutes, so as to make the oven
+very hot till the outside is cooked."
+
+"I know what that is for," said Mary, hurriedly: "to harden the outside,
+and make a case to keep in the juice."
+
+"Quite right, Mary," said Mrs. Herbert, smiling. "In ten minutes,
+however, we will push the slide out again, and that will admit the fresh
+air, slightly cool the oven, and allow the fumes to escape. Always
+recollect, however, that the oven must be hot. We need a good hot oven
+for roasting meat."
+
+"Cook has put two dripping-tins here," said Margaret. "We do not want
+two tins."
+
+"Yes, we do. To use two tins is another way of preventing the taste of
+the oven which is so objectionable. Usually I should use what is called
+a hot-water tin for baking meat. That is a tin made for the purpose,
+with a place inside for holding hot water. I shall not do so to-day,
+however, because I want to show you how to manage when there is no
+hot-water tin. See, I lay two or three thick sticks in the larger of the
+two tins, and put the smaller tin inside the other. Then I fill the
+bottom tin with hot water. I put this small stand in the uppermost tin,
+and place the meat on this, and then I put the whole affair into the
+oven."
+
+"But what is the good of it all?" said Margaret.
+
+"This is the good: when the meat has been a little while in the oven,
+the fat will melt, and will fall into the dripping-tin."
+
+"I know that," said Margaret.
+
+"Well, then, if we were to let the meat lie in the tin, don't you think
+it would get soaked in fat? Of course it would, and that wouldn't be
+agreeable."
+
+"And the hot water: what is that for?"
+
+"If we were to leave a tin containing melted dripping in a hot oven it
+would get brown, burnt, smoky, and disagreeable?"
+
+"But what has the water to do with the fat burning?" persisted Margaret.
+
+"I will try to explain, if you on your part will try to understand
+something which is difficult to understand. First of all, what is
+boiling water?"
+
+"It is water which is so hot that it bubbles all over, and steam rises
+from it."
+
+"Quite so. If we were using a thermometer, and were to put it into water
+which was bubbling all over, we should find that the silvery line, or
+mercury, in the thermometer rose until it came to 212 deg.. We might put a
+hotter fire under the water, but under ordinary circumstances we should
+never get the mercury higher than 212 deg.. Under extraordinary
+circumstances, I confess we could get it higher. For instance, if we
+were at the bottom of a mine, boiling-point would be two degrees higher,
+and if we were to put some salt in the water, boiling-point would be
+four degrees higher."
+
+The little girls listened very attentively while Mrs. Herbert was
+speaking. When she paused, they looked very solemn, and said nothing.
+
+"Fat, on the other hand, can be made very much hotter: more than three
+times as hot as boiling water. When heat is first applied to fat, it
+bubbles, but as it gets hotter it becomes still. As it gets hotter and
+hotter, it remains still, but it turns dark, and smokes, and smells
+burnt. This is what would happen to our fat in the tin if we were to let
+it come in contact with the heat of the oven shelf; but you can see that
+when water, which never rises beyond 212 deg., is under it, it cannot burn
+in this way."
+
+"I see that perfectly," said Margaret, joyfully. "I like to be told
+difficult things when once I understand them. But, mother, will not the
+water boil away?"
+
+"Yes; we must watch it, and as it does so, we must add fresh boiling
+water. It would never do to add cold water, because that would make the
+fat too cool, and would lessen the heat of the oven also."
+
+"We should have to open the door, though, to see how the water was
+getting on," said Mary. "Would not that be a pity?"
+
+"It would have to be done in any case to baste the meat," said Mrs.
+Herbert. "Remember, we can no more dispense with basting in baking meat
+than we can in roasting it before the fire. If we try to do so, our meat
+will be spoilt. We must baste every quarter of an hour, and to do this
+we must lift the meat right out of the oven, and shut the door as soon
+as possible. If we were to baste the meat while it was in the oven, the
+latter would become cool, and we wish to keep the heat up the whole
+time. We should be careful also to shut the oven door gently. If we slam
+it, we shall force some of the hot air out of it."
+
+"I never saw anything like it," said Margaret. "In cookery there are so
+many little things to remember."
+
+"That is the case with whatever we learn, my dear little girl, if we try
+to learn thoroughly. And there is still another point to remember: when
+we take the meat out of the oven to baste it, we must notice whether it
+is browner in one part than another, and if it is, we must turn the tin,
+so that the side which is less cooked may take its turn in going to the
+hottest part of the oven. You know that one part of the oven is always
+hotter than another. In the same way, you should turn the meat over once
+or twice, that it may be equally cooked."
+
+"How long will it have to be in the oven, ma'am?" said Mary.
+
+"If you use the ventilator as I have told you to do, you may follow the
+same rules in baking meat that would hold good for roasting it: that is,
+you may allow a quarter of an hour to the pound, and a quarter of an
+hour over for red meats, and twenty minutes to the pound for white
+meats. But if the ventilator is not used, the oven would get very hot,
+and ten minutes to the pound, with ten minutes over, would probably be
+sufficient, excepting in cases where the meat was very thick and solid."
+
+"And do we make gravy for baked meat in the same way that we make it for
+roast meat, ma'am?" said Mary.
+
+"Certainly," said Mrs. Herbert.
+
+"Well, I must say," said Margaret, when in course of time the baked meat
+was dished and set on the table, "that I think baked meat tastes quite
+as well as roast meat, and it is much less troublesome to cook."
+
+"I do not agree with you, Margaret," replied her mother. "I do not
+consider baked meat is equal to roast meat. Nevertheless, if it is
+carefully cooked, if the ventilator is left open, and if the meat is
+well basted, there is not much difference between the two, and certainly
+baking is a very convenient mode of dressing meat. Besides this, it is a
+way which nine people out of every ten must adopt; they have no choice
+in the matter. Therefore, I hope you will try to remember what I have
+told you about baking."
+
+"Indeed we will," said both the children.
+
+(_To be continued._)
+
+
+
+
+A Harvest Song.
+
+_Words by_ GEORGE DAVIES.
+
+_Music by_ J. M. BENTLEY, Mus. Doc.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    1. With the set-ting  of the sun   All the work is  near-ly done,
+    And the last up-lift-ed sheaf Brings the toil-ers sweet  re-lief.
+
+    2. Down the nar-row coun-try lane  Trails the hea-vy-la-den wain;
+    Men and wo-men, old and young, Singing loud their sim-ple  song.
+
+    3. Now the barn the corn re-ceives--Piled up high the gold-en sheaves;
+    While the jol-ly  reap-ers sing Till the  ve-ry raft-ers  ring.
+
+    Repeat in CHORUS.
+    Greet the reap-ers  as they come     With a wel-come har-vest-home!
+
+
+
+
+WAITING FOR FATHER.
+
+
+[Illustration: "ON THE SHORE STAND WATCHING."]
+
+    Father's boat comes sailing,
+      Sailing from the west;
+    On the shore stand watching
+      Those who love him best.
+
+    Blooms the gorse so golden
+      On the breezy down,
+    Comes a sound of joy-bells
+      From the busy town.
+
+    In the fisher's cottage
+      Mother's work is done,
+    Through the open window
+      Streams the sinking sun.
+
+    Cheerily the kettle
+      Sings upon the fire,
+    Ticks the old clock loudly,
+      Creep the shadows higher.
+
+    Just now, in the gloaming,
+      When the boat is in,
+    And the fish are counted
+      With a merry din,
+
+    All those five together
+      Up the cliff will come,
+    Peacefully and gladly,
+      To their cosy home.
+
+
+
+
+STORIES TOLD IN WESTMINSTER ABBEY.
+
+_By_ EDWIN HODDER ("OLD MERRY").
+
+
+II.--THE CORONATIONS IN THE ABBEY.
+
+Come with me now inside the Abbey. We take off our hats here with great
+reverence, for we are not only in the House of God, but in the midst of
+the memorials of some of the most gifted of our countrymen. It is Poet's
+Corner. But we will not linger here; I want you to come right away into
+the chapel of Edward the Confessor, and as we pass along picture to
+yourselves how the Abbey looked on Coronation days, when the light from
+the great stained glass windows fell upon crowds of brave men and fair
+women, all robed in costumes of state to see the crown of England placed
+upon a monarch's head. You must try and imagine the moment when, as the
+Coronation rubric has it, "the Dean of Westminster bringeth the crown,
+and the Archbishop taking it of him, putteth it reverently upon the
+Queen's head. At the sight whereof the people with loud and repeated
+shouts cry, 'God save the Queen!' and trumpets sound, and by a signal
+given the great guns at the Tower are shot off."
+
+Well, now we are in the chapel of Edward the Confessor, and I see you
+all look at that chair standing by the screen. It is well worth looking
+at, for it is doubtful whether there is any curiosity in all England to
+compare with it in interest. It is King Edward's chair, upon which
+English monarchs have been crowned for many centuries, and while we
+stand near it, I shall tell you very briefly about the crowning of some
+of our kings and queens.
+
+For more than 800 years the coronations of English monarchs have
+regularly taken place in Westminster Abbey. Duke William of Normandy
+claimed the throne as lawful successor of Edward the Confessor, and upon
+the Confessor's gravestone the burly Norman stood to receive the crown
+of England. There were two nations represented in the throng assembled
+here that day. Godfrey, Bishop of Coutances, made a speech in French,
+Alred, Archbishop of York, spoke in English, and then the crowd, some in
+French and some in English, hailed William the Conqueror as their king.
+While this was going on inside the Abbey the Norman cavalry were without
+sitting on their war-horses, ready to quell any disturbance should it
+arise. They had not long to wait. It seems that they were not aware that
+their leader was to go through the form of receiving by popular vote the
+crown which he had already won by his sword, and when they heard the
+excited shouting inside the building they thought something had gone
+wrong, and so they set fire to the gates of the Abbey. Then the crowd
+inside the building were sure there was something wrong without, and
+they rushed out, only to be trodden down by the Norman horse-hoofs. Only
+monks and prelates remained within, and the ceremony of coronation was
+hurried through, while William, for the first time in his life, it is
+said, trembled from head to foot; and so ended the first coronation in
+the Abbey of which we have any authentic information.
+
+Nothing of importance marks the coronation of William Rufus. When he
+perished in the New Forest, within four days Henry I. was in the Abbey
+claiming the crown, and making all sorts of promises in order to get the
+thing done speedily. So he was crowned by the Bishop of London, being in
+too great a hurry to wait for the arrival of either of the archbishops,
+who were away from London.
+
+In those days, when times were troublous, kings were not so anxious to
+have throngs of people in fine dresses, and specially composed music and
+all that sort of thing. They only wanted men with good swords, and as
+much speed in being crowned as possible, for "delays were dangerous."
+Stephen was almost as prompt as his predecessor; Henry ate his supper of
+lampreys on December the 1st, and Stephen was crowned on St. Stephen's
+Day, December 26th, 1135. At the next coronation, that of Henry II.,
+Norman and Saxon rejoiced together at the prospect of an era of peace.
+Prince Henry, son of Henry II., was crowned during his father's
+lifetime, on June 14th, 1170. At the coronation banquet, when his
+father stood behind him, the Prince remarked, "The son of an earl may
+well wait on the son of a king." The event took place during the height
+of the quarrel between Henry II. and Becket, Archbishop of Canterbury,
+whose right it was to put the crown on the royal head. Accordingly
+Becket excommunicated the Archbishop of York and the assistant bishops
+who had officiated on the occasion. This led to the murder of Becket,
+with disastrous consequences too numerous for me to allude to here.
+
+At the coronation of Richard I. there was a grand array of nobles and
+prelates, who came with the king from his palace to the Abbey and
+witnessed the ceremony. Ill omens attended the occasion; a bat fluttered
+round and round the throne at mid-day, and at night (they say) there was
+a peal upon the bells, of which no one could give an explanation. But
+the day was also marked by real horrors. From superstitious fears the
+Jews had been forbidden to witness the ceremony. But at the banquet some
+of them were discovered amongst the bystanders. They were at once beaten
+almost to death. The mob began plundering the Jews' houses, and
+murdering the inmates, and at York and other cities similar scenes
+quickly followed.
+
+At John's coronation the custom began of having the canopy over the
+king's head carried by the five Barons of the Cinque Ports. This was in
+return for their aid to John in his frequent voyages. When Henry III.
+succeeded, Westminster was in the hands of Prince Louis of France, "the
+Dauphin" of Shakespeare's play. The king was accordingly crowned at
+Winchester; but he had a second coronation in Westminster Abbey, on May
+17, 1220, having on the previous day laid the foundation-stone of his
+Lady Chapel, which was to be the germ of an entirely new edifice. All
+previous coronations were said to be outdone by the feasting and
+joviality on this occasion.
+
+There was high rejoicing when Edward I. came back from the Holy Land,
+two years after his accession, and was crowned in company with his
+beloved Eleanor, the first royal couple who were crowned in the Abbey
+together. Alexander III. of Scotland did homage on the following day,
+and in his honour 500 great horses were let loose in the crowd for any
+persons to catch and keep that could.
+
+Edward I. brought from Scotland the noted stone upon which for centuries
+the Scottish monarchs had been installed, and had it placed in this
+oaken chair which still covers it. According to tradition, this stone
+was the one on which Jacob slept at Bethel, and which by a series of
+remarkable adventures had been transported successively to Egypt,
+Sicily, Spain, and Ireland. In Ireland they say it stood on the hill of
+Tara, and that upon it were enthroned the ancient Irish kings. Fergus,
+founder of the Scottish monarchy, took the stone to Dunstaffnage Castle,
+and Kenneth II. (here we get hold of historic fact) placed it at Scone
+in the ninth century. Wherever it may have wandered, it is
+unquestionably a piece of sandstone from the western coasts of Scotland,
+and is most probably (says Stanley) the stony pillow of St. Columba, on
+which his dying head was laid in the Abbey of Iona. On this stone the
+reign of every English monarch from Edward I. to Victoria has been
+inaugurated. Only once has it been taken out of the Abbey, and that was
+for Oliver Cromwell to be installed upon it as Lord Protector in
+Westminster Hall.
+
+At the coronation of Edward II. the crown was carried by Piers Gaveston,
+the unworthy favourite whom it had been the dying wish of Edward I. to
+have excluded from the court. In 1327, Edward III. (by consent of his
+deposed father) was crowned whilst his mother Isabella, "the she-wolf of
+France" (as Gray calls her), pretended to weep all through the ceremony.
+Of the coronation of Richard II. full details are preserved in the
+"Liber Regalis," a book drawn up by Abbot Littlington, and ever since
+carefully preserved by the Abbots and Deans, as it sets forth the order
+which has been observed in all subsequent ceremonials. Proceedings
+commenced with a grand procession through the city from the Tower, a
+custom which was kept up till the time of Charles I. The young king rode
+bareheaded, and was escorted by a body of knights, created for the
+occasion, and who, from the bath they took in company before assuming
+their armour, were styled the Knights of the Bath. The young king was
+taken out fainting from the long ceremonial just as Sir John Dymote, as
+champion, rode up to the Abbey gates on his charger, to challenge any
+who dared to dispute the royal succession. It is the first time we hear
+of the Champion; but it was an age of knightly revivals, and this was
+probably one of them.
+
+We next see Henry IV. and Henry V. successively installed on the Stone
+of Scone; and then comes Henry VI., a child of nine, "beholding all the
+people about sadly and wisely;" his queen, Margaret of Anjou, was
+crowned here fourteen years afterwards. The coronation of Edward IV.
+presents no particular feature of interest. For that of Edward V. all
+was ready, robes for the guests, provisions for the banquet. But the
+Tower beheld the "midnight murder" of the only English monarch who never
+wore the crown. Then with splendid ceremonial Richard III. tried to
+cover the defects of his title. Six thousand gentlemen rode with him to
+Westminster Hall on June 26th, 1483, and a few days afterwards there was
+a very grand procession to the Abbey, when Richard and his wife were
+anointed King and Queen of England. Amongst the Queen's train was
+Margaret of Richmond, little dreaming that within three years her son
+should be crowned here as Henry VII. But this monarch's real coronation
+had already taken place, when the crown of England was found in the
+hawthorn bush on Bosworth Field, and placed on Richmond's head by Lord
+Stanley. The public ceremonial was only a poor display. Not so the next
+event of this character, when Henry VIII. and Catherine of Arragon were
+crowned with great splendour, and when for the last time a Roman
+Catholic Archbishop performed the ceremony. Anne Boleyn's coronation
+(commemorated by Shakespeare) was a noticeable one, and Cranmer, fresh
+from sentencing Catherine, performed the ceremony.
+
+Edward VI. came to the Abbey, now a Cathedral, amidst much curious
+pageantry, and for the first time a Bible was presented to the
+sovereign.... Mary's procession to the Abbey is signalised by the
+exploits of a Dutchman, who sat astride on the weathercock of St. Paul's
+five hundred feet in the air, as the Queen passed. The two Archbishops
+and the Bishop of London were all in the Tower, so Gardiner, Bishop of
+Winchester, put the crown on Mary's head. On Jan. 14th, 1559, London was
+wild with joy, as Elizabeth passed from the Tower to the Abbey. The
+women flung flowers into her lap, groups of children sang welcomes, even
+old men wept for gladness. The Bishop of Carlisle crowned the Queen.
+
+James I. was crowned in the time of the Plague, so there was no
+procession. There was a slight hitch because his wife refused the
+sacrament. She had "changed once from Lutheran to Presbyterian, and that
+was enough." The coronation of Charles I. was marked by a slight
+earthquake shock. This was not the only bad omen. The dove of gold on
+the staff of Edward the Confessor had been broken, none knew how, and
+had to be replaced. Oliver Cromwell did not venture on a ceremony in the
+Abbey; he was enthroned, as I have already said, in Westminster Hall.
+
+At the Restoration, Charles II. was crowned "with the greatest solemnity
+and glory," as the old historian says. The Regalia was all new, to
+replace that which had been lost during the Commonwealth. The crown was
+placed on the king's head by the weak and aged Archbishop Juxon, who had
+attended Charles I. on the scaffold. At the coronation of James II., a
+hundred thousand pounds were spent over the Queen's robes and jewels,
+and the procession was omitted to save expense, much to the wrath of the
+Londoners. As the crown was placed on James's head, it tottered and
+would have fallen, but for the Keeper of the Robes, who held it up.
+
+The next coronation, that of William and Mary, was delayed two hours by
+the receipt of the news that James II. had just landed in Ireland. The
+Queen, being very short, had to be lifted into the chair of state. When
+girt with the sword and invested with crown and sceptre, the Princess
+Anne, who stood near her, said, "Madame, I pity your fatigue." The Queen
+sharply replied, "A crown, sister, is not so heavy as it seems." When
+the King came to make the usual offering, he found he had no money with
+him, and had to borrow twenty guineas from a nobleman. Anne was
+suffering from gout when her turn came to be crowned, and she had to be
+carried to the Abbey. Sarah, Duchess of Marlborough, acted as Lord High
+Chamberlain. At the coronation of George I., the king knew no English
+and his ministers knew no German, but they all knew Latin imperfectly,
+and everything had to be explained to the monarch in that language. The
+crowning of George II. presents no particular feature of interest; that
+of George III. was a splendid show, and was marked by a curious
+incident. Amongst the witnesses was Prince Charles Edward, the Young
+Pretender, who had been staying in London under the name of Mr. Brown,
+and had managed to procure admission to the scene of his rival's
+triumph. George the Fourth's coronation was a splendid ceremony; but the
+portly monarch found it very exhausting, and whilst the peers were doing
+homage in succession, he used up pocket-handkerchiefs innumerable in
+wiping his streaming face, handing them when done with to the Archbishop
+of Canterbury. His unfortunate Queen, Caroline, had vainly tried to be
+present at the ceremony, but was repulsed at each of the doors she
+attempted to enter, and had to drive away discomfited. William IV., to
+please the political reformers of the period, wanted to dispense with a
+coronation altogether, and the procession and banquet _were_ omitted.
+Our present gracious Queen was crowned in the Abbey, in the flower of
+her youth, in June, 1838, and the ancient building was crowded with all
+that was eminent in the land as the crown was placed upon the girlish
+head of the illustrious lady who for nearly half a century has worn it
+so faithfully and so well.
+
+
+
+
+THE LITTLE FLOWERS' WISH.
+
+
+Some daisies grew in a green piece of turf just outside the palings of a
+garden. The grass all round them was soft and fine; they had plenty of
+room to grow in, and they were near enough to the road to see all that
+went by. Would you not have thought they were contented?
+
+Little yellow butterflies came and told them stories, little shadowy
+clouds went scampering over the grass-plot, the pleasant warm sun shone
+down on their little round faces. And yet they were unhappy with all
+this.
+
+Through a crack in the palings they had seen into the garden, and it
+made them all long to be there. Flowers of different kinds grew happily
+in the garden-beds. Some of them had sticks to lean against and some
+were trained against the wall.
+
+"Oh, what care is taken of them!" thought the foolish little daisies.
+
+Every day the gardener came and watered these choice flowers. And a
+stately lady paced the garden walks, and noticed if the flowers grew or
+faded.
+
+"Oh, if only we could get into the garden!" sighed the daisies, ruffling
+all their little leaves; "oh, how much happier we should be if we were
+only growing in there!"
+
+Just then there came running out of the garden a little child with
+golden hair. Whether he heard what the daisies said I do not know, but
+it almost seemed as if he did.
+
+"Come along, little flowers," he cried, "would you like to come and live
+in the garden? See, I will plant you in nicely."
+
+With his soft baby hands he plucked the little daisies from their
+stalks, sped back with them through the garden gate, and commenced to
+plant them in the earth. First he made a little hole for each of them in
+the soft brown mould, then put the rootless flowers in and pressed the
+earth round tightly.
+
+"It is cold, it is cold," said the daisies.
+
+"I shall have a nice little garden of my own now," said the child, and
+he ran away contented to his play.
+
+Next day little Harold came to see his garden, and he burst into tears,
+for the poor little daisies were dead.
+
+And other daisies grew in the grass-plot outside, and the butterflies
+told tales to them as of old.
+
+
+
+
+THE EDITOR'S POCKET-BOOK.
+
+JOTTINGS AND PENCILLINGS. HERE, THERE AND EVERYWHERE
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+The Wounded Cat and the Doctor.
+
+Colonel Stuart Wortley says that when he entered the Malakoff, so famous
+in the Crimean war, he found a cat whose paw had been pinned to the
+ground by a bayonet that had fallen upon it. He released the poor thing,
+and took her for two mornings to the doctor to have her foot dressed.
+The next day he was absent on duty before daybreak, and puss went
+herself to the doctor's, scratched the tent to be admitted, and when she
+was let in, held up her foot to be attended to. This cat was very
+grateful to the colonel, for she followed him about the camp till the
+close of the war.
+
+
+A Remarkable Bell.
+
+In the temples at Kyoto, Japan, is a great bell, which swings in a huge
+wooden tower. The bell is a large bronze cup, with nearly perpendicular
+sides and a flat crown; and is sounded by bringing a big beam against
+the rim. It needs twelve natives to ring it. It used to be rung once a
+year, but it may now be heard twice or thrice a month. It is 18 feet
+high, 9-1/2 inches thick, 9 feet in diameter, and weighs almost 74 tons.
+It was cast in 1633, rim upwards; and the gold that entered into its
+composition is estimated at about 1,500 pounds. The tone of the bell is
+described as magnificent, and when struck with the open hand, the
+vibration may be heard a hundred yards off.
+
+
+About the Mina Bird.
+
+A lady in India sends me some interesting notes about a mina bird which
+she obtained possession of while travelling in the Presidency of Madras.
+These birds talk better even than parrots, and this one soon displayed
+his cleverness. On the day after his arrival he began to make such a
+noise that it was thought he was hungry, and the _ayah_, or nurse, was
+told to feed him. He was then heard to say "Mina wants his dinner."
+After he had had some food he said "Mina wants clean water." He calls
+out "Ayah" and "Boy," so naturally that at first the servants thought it
+was their master calling them. One day he created some amusement by
+crying out "Mina wants his breakfast dinner." It appeared he had already
+had some bread and milk, and being doubtful as to which meal he ought to
+ask for, gave an order comprehensive enough to include both meals, so as
+to make sure of one. He is dainty, and will eat only particular food.
+One day his curry and rice contained plenty of rice but not much curry,
+whereupon his dissatisfaction was promptly evinced by a shout of "No
+curry." He gave evidence of soon becoming an excellent linguist, and had
+acquired a knowledge of some of the native tongues.
+
+
+An Historical Cocoa-Plant.
+
+In a greenhouse belonging to the Royal Botanic Society there is a
+cocoa-plant which has achieved greatness, for it has actually borne
+fruit, and is, according to Professor Bentley, the first that has done
+so in England. The fruit gave evidence of reaching maturity and of
+ripening its seeds. Linnaeus called cocoa "Theobroma," by which he meant
+to imply that it was food for the gods, but Belzoni, writing in the
+sixteenth century, regarded it as fitter for pigs than for men. Readers
+will be able to decide this knotty point for themselves, despite the
+proverbial difficulty of deciding when doctors disagree. Sixty years ago
+the annual consumption of cocoa amounted to only a quarter of a million
+pounds, but now it has reached a total of probably not less than twelve
+millions of pounds.
+
+
+The International Health Exhibition.
+
+The great Health Show which was opened in May has already proved itself
+to be the most prominent feature of the London summer season. It
+embraces a display of everything even remotely connected with Health,
+and a more interesting and attractive collection it would be impossible
+to form. Appealing, as it does, to the taste of all ages, its variety is
+certainly charming. Nor is it without its educational value, as the
+"bits" of Old London, the historical costumes, and the trades in
+operation, abundantly testify. And not the least pleasing circumstance
+is that those very exhibits which are of an instructive character are
+the most popular. One sees in different ways that the experience gained
+by the Fisheries Exhibition of last year has been of immense service to
+the promoters of the Health Exhibition. The grounds have been decorated
+and illuminated by night so successfully that the Horticultural Gardens
+have been transformed into fairyland itself. The lakes and terrace
+picked out in many-coloured lamps, the lawns festooned with Chinese
+lanterns, the dazzling brilliancy of the electric light that lords it
+supreme overhead, the strains of the military bands, all combine to
+render the grounds of the exhibition the favourite open-air resort of
+Londoners and visitors during the warm summer nights.
+
+
+Famous Old London Buildings.
+
+The most novel feature of the exhibition is a street in which have been
+constructed imitations of several of the most celebrated buildings in
+Old London. Each has been carefully reproduced from engravings and
+drawings in Mr. Gardner's priceless collection. The street begins with
+an excellent imitation of Bishopsgate, one of the City gates, with
+moss-grown walls, and statues of Bishop William the Norman, and of
+Alfred the Great and Aldred. On one side of the street will be found
+such quaint and picturesque buildings as the "Rose" Inn and "Cock"
+Tavern, the "Three Squirrels," Izaak Walton's House, and All Hallows'
+Church, Staining; on the other side will be seen, among others, Dick
+Whittington's House and the Hall of the Holy Trinity Guild in
+Aldersgate. The street ultimately narrows into Elbow Lane, in which will
+be observed a number of historical places, such as Gunpowder Plot House,
+where Guy Fawkes and his fellows concocted their detestable plot; and
+the curious houses at Pye Corner--which are illustrated on the opposite
+page--where the Great Fire of London ceased its ravages. The street runs
+down to London Wall. The ground floor of the houses is occupied by
+shops, in which the different trades of the old City Guilds are carried
+on. Perhaps the only thing that spoils the illusion--apart from the
+unavoidably modern crowds of sightseers--is that the interiors of the
+houses are connected by a gallery that runs from one end of the street
+to the other, so that you may enter the "Rose" Inn and come out at All
+Hallows' Church, or _vice versa_.
+
+
+Model Dairies.
+
+In the South Gallery will be noticed a number of Model Dairies, which
+are well worth a visit. Here little folk will see how the trade has been
+revolutionised, and how in such matters even as milk and butter
+machinery has to a very large extent replaced hand labour. These dairies
+are beautifully clean, and the effect is in one case decidedly improved
+by the introduction of a few stalls occupied by some pretty cows and a
+little calf, some ewes and two kids, and some queer-looking Zulu sheep,
+all of which excite much admiration.
+
+
+Trades in Operation.
+
+The West Gallery is one of the most popular and instructive in the
+Exhibition. Here a variety of trades are in full operation, in which it
+is possible to trace an article from the raw to the finished state. In
+one stand, for instance, may be seen the whole process of
+mustard-making. The seed may be viewed in the _pulveriser_, then in the
+_crusher_, then in the _sieve_, and then being done up in packets of
+various sizes for sale. The making of jam also affords much
+entertainment to onlookers. Doubtless the nature of the trade will
+account for the large crowds who surround the stand where Messrs.
+Allen's industrious workmen turn out lozenges, and almonds, and
+chocolate in enormous quantities. Their machines are busy from morn till
+night. Where all the operations are interesting it is difficult to
+specify any in particular; but, perhaps, the process of preparing,
+cutting out, and printing lozenges is as worthy of special attention as
+any. Elsewhere the mysteries of meat-cutting machines may be solved, and
+the processes of aerated water making and of soap-making studied with
+profit. These are but types of the busy life of the West Gallery, which
+resounds with the clang of machinery in motion, and the hum of hundreds
+of voices of amused spectators.
+
+
+The Costume Show.
+
+In the Western Quadrant will be found an exhibition of waxworks that
+would have filled poor Artemus Ward's heart with joy. There are two
+series of figures, representing English civil costumes and military
+uniforms from William the Conqueror almost to the present day. They have
+been prepared under the personal superintendence of the Hon. Lewis
+Wingfield, and may therefore be relied upon for accuracy in every
+respect. These series will repay careful study. The civil costumes start
+with those of two women, a shepherd, and a man of the period of William
+I. and wind up with samples of the era of George IV. It is impossible
+here to go into details, but it may be said that costume does not
+necessarily improve with time, as the dress of the last period is
+certainly the worst. The military uniforms begin with some suits of
+armour from the Tower, then proceed to a halberdier of Henry VII., and
+so on down to the uniforms now in actual use. The West Quadrant should
+on no account be missed by visitors to the Exhibition. In the Eastern
+Quadrant will be seen some specimens of present-day attire, chiefly
+ladies' and children's dresses.
+
+[Illustration: PYE CORNER IN 1789. (_See p. 118._)
+
+(_From a Drawing in Mr. Gardner's Collection._)]
+
+
+Street of Furnished Rooms.
+
+Those who feel an interest in the modern methods of furnishing rooms
+will be glad to have their attention called to this street in the South
+Central Gallery. Here room after room has been equipped in the richest
+and most artistic fashion, and full advantage should be taken of this
+opportunity for comparison between styles of furnishing a house of the
+most varied character possible.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+Other Exhibits.
+
+I cannot stay to mention even one-twentieth of the different exhibits.
+Little folk who have seen the Show will know it is not possible for me
+to do so here. There are foreign annexes full of interesting articles.
+The London Water Companies have a pavilion all to themselves. The South
+Gallery may be regarded as an elaborate model of the food of London.
+Then the British Beekeepers' Association will explain much of an
+instructive kind about the busy bee. In short, the whole Exhibition is
+so full of information of a useful and, in some cases, even of a
+delightful sort, that I must now leave the subject with the intimation
+of that fact.
+
+
+Young Heroes.
+
+Some time ago a child fell off Oreston Pier, near Plymouth, and had
+drifted out about seven yards in twelve feet of water, when a little
+boy, nine years old, named S. G. Pike, plunged into the sea with his
+clothes on, reached the child, and swam back with it to some steps,
+where they were both assisted out. Another boy, W. W. Haynes, aged
+twelve, saved the life of a child who had fallen from a bridge into the
+river at Llanberis, near a whirlpool. E. S. Deacon, a girl, twelve years
+old, rescued a lad from drowning at Blackpool, near Dartmouth. The boy
+had slipped off a rock and become unconscious, when Miss Deacon jumped
+into the water fully dressed, and succeeded in holding him up until help
+arrived. We are glad to know that the Royal Humane Society rewarded
+these brave children for their noble heroism.
+
+
+An Intelligent Mare.
+
+A mare, with her young foal, was grazing in an orchard on an American
+farm, when she was noticed to run at full speed from a distant part of
+the orchard, making a loud cry--not like her usual voice, but a kind of
+unnatural "whinny," like a scream of distress. She came up to a farm
+servant, as near as a fence would allow, turned back for a short
+distance, and then returned, keeping up the shrill noise all the while.
+The man's curiosity became excited, and as soon as he started to follow
+her, she went off in the direction of a miry place that had been left
+unguarded, and stopped upon its very brink. Hurrying on as fast as he
+could, the man found the colt lying dead, suffocated in the mud and
+water. The poor mare had unfortunately been unable to procure his
+help--though she tried her best--in time to save her foal. This touching
+instance of maternal affection is a very interesting example of the way
+in which the "dumb" animals--as they are somewhat absurdly called--make
+up for the want of speech. The mare's strange cry and her extreme
+restlessness were as eloquent as words.
+
+[Illustration: SOME BIRDS OF THE CAUCASUS. (_See p. 121._)]
+
+
+
+
+ABOUT THE FRANCOLIN.
+
+
+Partridges by any name would taste as sweet, and when you have learnt
+that the francolin is one of the few different kinds of partridge, you
+will have obtained the chief clue to the life-history of these birds.
+They may in a general way be defined as the representatives in various
+parts of Asia (as in India and the Caucasus mountains) and Africa, of
+the well-known family which is so diligently searched for in this
+country during the month of September. One sort of francolin is still to
+be met with in the countries of Europe that border on the Mediterranean.
+The bird was at one time common in Sicily, and it is yet to be found in
+the island of Cyprus. Some of them live on level plains, and others in
+forests. They differ from our partridge in that they studiously shun
+cultivated ground, preferring the proximity of woods, in which they
+carefully select damp spots overgrown with reeds. In time of danger they
+conceal themselves in the densest brushwood, out of which they do not
+emerge until the peril is past. Should no shelter be at hand, they will
+try to seek safety in flight, and will use their wings only in the last
+resort. Partridges, as we are all aware, are not averse from feeding
+many times and oft on grain; but the francolins, whose taste is not so
+fastidious, will not refuse to dine on the wild berries as well as on
+grain, while they hunt for worms and insects with a zeal worthy of the
+cause. Some of them have rather a fondness for perching and roosting on
+trees of a night, and they display the same affection for their young as
+partridges show for theirs. The cry is harsher and noisier than that of
+the latter. There is one sort which has a cry of so curious a
+description that a good deal of speculation has arisen as to its
+significance. It sounds like "Tre-tre-tre," and is meant, according to a
+prosaic Sicilian proverb, to be a declaration by the bird of its market
+value, which it assesses at _three_ coins. Others have likened its cry
+to the harsh, grating blast of a cracked trumpet. Such being the case,
+it is just as well that we have no francolins in this country.
+
+
+
+
+The "Little Folks" Humane Society.
+
+_THIRTIETH LIST OF OFFICERS AND MEMBERS._
+
+_Officers' Names are printed in Small Capital Letters, and the Names of
+their Members are printed beneath. Where a short line, thus "----," is
+printed, the end of an Officer's List is indicated._
+
+                                             AGE
+
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+
+----
+
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+
+----
+
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+
+----
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+----
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+
+----
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+
+----
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+44244 Annie Treble                             8
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+44259 Florence Sochon                         10
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+44264 Lillian Fordman                          9
+44265 Maud E. Sochon                          11
+44266 Alice Lehany                            13
+44267 Agnes Oates                             12
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+44269 Victoria Russell                        13
+44270 Ada F. Clifton                          10
+44271 F. H. Moore                              9
+44272 Lily Lehany                              8
+44273 Katie Archer                            13
+44274 Nellie M. Pilbeam                       14
+44275 Jane Treble                             15
+44276 Maryann Oates                            9
+44277 Ada Lehany                              10
+
+[_Officers and Members are referred to a Special Notice on page 55._]
+
+
+
+
+OUR LITTLE FOLKS' OWN PAGE.
+
+
+PRIZE COMPETITION (Vol. XIX., p. 376).
+
+FIRST PRIZE DESCRIPTION OF "RAINY DAY INDOOR OCCUPATIONS AT THE
+SEA-SIDE."
+
+While the weather is bright and warm, children seldom lack amusement
+during their annual visit to the sea-side; but in this changeable
+climate of ours rainy days often occur, when out-door recreation is
+impossible, and little folk must be content to seek employment in the
+house. Many boys and girls while enjoying the fine days give a thought
+to these occasions, and lay in a store of matter for amusement in
+readiness for the time when the somewhat limited pursuits of indoor
+sea-side life will have lost their charms. It is a very good plan to
+make a collection of shells, seaweeds, pebbles, and such marine
+treasures while opportunities occur. These may be arranged and sorted at
+leisure, and will afford employment for many idle hours.
+
+One almost unfailing source of amusement, within the reach of every boy
+and girl, is an aquarium. A great deal of pleasure and instruction will
+be found in the study of its various little inmates--no matter if their
+home consist of nothing more than a common earthenware pan. An
+establishment of this kind, however, demands constant attention,
+cleanliness and light being very necessary to the health of the fish.
+
+Shells may be utilised in numerous pretty ways. If for a collection, the
+arrangement and classification of each species form a very pleasant
+employment. They may also be used to cover boxes, brackets, and such
+small articles with very good effect.
+
+Neither does their use end here, for they may be tied in neat bags, and
+will then be gladly received by the secretaries of any Children's
+Hospitals, for the benefit of the patients.
+
+Seaweeds, if neatly mounted, make very pretty collections, and are
+useful in the decoration of albums and Christmas cards. The easiest
+method of preparation is to float them on paper, after allowing them to
+expand in a basin of water. No gumming is required, but the larger
+specimens may be further secured by strips of paper pasted across the
+principal parts, after they have been thoroughly dried and pressed. They
+may be arranged in books like plants, the proper name and that of its
+locality being assigned to each variety.
+
+Some boys seem to think it worth while to polish the pretty pebbles
+which are found on some shores, but this process is both tedious and
+unprofitable. In these days there are few children who do not possess a
+microscope; those who do will find innumerable interesting objects both
+for mounting and inspection.
+
+"Variety is charming," as every one knows, and after a little recreation
+of this kind young people are often glad to return, by way of a change,
+to books, work, and sketching, and appreciate all the more a favourable
+rise in the barometer. But while so usefully and pleasantly employed
+they will soon learn to greet with less regret an occasional rainy day.
+
+    HILDA FRISBY.
+    2, _St. Mary's Crescent, Leamington._      (Aged 15.)
+    Certified by JANE A. FRISBY (Mother).
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+SECOND PRIZE DESCRIPTION.
+
+When the day is fine and the sea calm, it is very pleasant to wade and
+splash about in the sunny water, and to roam among the rocks, searching
+for little crabs, many-coloured anemones, starfish, &c.; but when the
+rain is pouring down as if it would never stop, and the sea looks grey
+and dismal, it is sometimes difficult to amuse oneself within doors.
+
+It is interesting to collect seaweed, though in pressing it, it is
+difficult to prevent the thin fibres from matting together when taken
+out of the water. One of the best methods is to float the seaweed on a
+plate, full of water, and after placing a piece of rather thick
+blotting-paper in the water, underneath the seaweed, to raise the paper
+suddenly out of the plate, when the water sinks through the
+blotting-paper, on which the most delicate parts of the seaweed remain
+spread out.
+
+There are many games suitable for a rainy day; amongst them a poetry
+game, in which each player is provided with a slip of paper and a
+pencil. A circle is formed; every one writes a noun, and, folding down
+the line on which he has written, passes the paper to the next player,
+who writes a question on it. Each paper is then passed to the next
+person, who, unfolding it, has to make a short piece of poetry, not only
+introducing the noun but also answering the question.
+
+When finished, the rhymes are read aloud, and generally cause much
+amusement.
+
+This game can be varied by limiting the "nouns" to names of animals,
+with any absurd question concerning them: for instance--
+
+          "Porcupine," and
+          "Does it like sweets?"
+
+    The porcupine of many spines
+    Always eats sweetmeats when it dines,
+    'Tis very fond of chocolate-creams,
+    And munches candy in its dreams.
+    The little ones, as may be seen,
+    On brandy-balls are very keen,
+    And peppermints they will devour,
+    And lemon-drops eat by the hour.
+
+For girls, painting and drawing are a great pastime, and a very pretty
+and effective method of shading small landscapes is produced by drawing
+on smooth paper the outlines of a landscape (a sea view is the
+prettiest, with the moon shining on the water), and then painting with a
+weak solution of gum-arabic the lightest parts of the picture, such as
+the moon, the ripples, and the high lights. When quite dry, rub the
+whole surface over with lead-pencil dust, applied either with a stump or
+with chamois leather, till the whole becomes dark grey; then mark out
+with a B pencil the shadows of the rocks, &c. When everything is drawn,
+pass a damp handkerchief down the picture, which will wipe off the gum,
+leaving the places where it has been perfectly white.
+
+Such occupations, although the day may be dull, will pass the time
+pleasantly within doors.
+
+    MARGARET T. S. BEATTIE.
+    _St. Michael's, Torquay._      (Aged 13.)
+    Certified by E. ROGERS (Teacher).
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+LIST OF HONOUR.
+
+First Prize (_One-Guinea Book_), _with Officer's Medal of the "Little
+Folks" Legion of Honour_:--HILDA FRISBY (15), 2, St. Mary's Crescent,
+Leamington. _Second Prize_ (_Seven-Shilling-and-Sixpenny Book_), _with
+Officer's Medal_:--MARGARET T. S. BEATTIE (13), St. Michael's, Torquay.
+_Honourable Mention, with Member's Medal_:--EDITH M. MASON (14), 64,
+Park Walk, Chelsea, S.W.; SHARLEY FULLFORD (12), High Street, Fareham;
+GRACE PETTMAN (14), Ladbroke, The Elms, Ramsgate; SUE MAY (12), 8, South
+Parade, Bedford Park; C. M. BATTERSBY (15), Cromlyn, Rathowen, Co. W.
+Meath; SYBIL A. COVENTRY (13-1/4), Severn Stoke Rectory, Worcester; MAY
+JOHNSON (15-3/4), Boldmere Road, Chester Road, near Birmingham; LEONARD
+WATTS (12-1/2), 12, Broadhurst Gardens, Finchley New Road N.
+
+
+
+
+OUR LITTLE FOLKS' OWN PUZZLES.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+PICTORIAL NATURAL HISTORY PUZZLE.
+
+    3, 5, 6, 17, 8, 2, 6 = A periodical wind.
+    1, 13, 4, 10, 11, 18 = A contest.
+    19, 23, 22, 21 = To utter reproach.
+    7, 13, 6 = Gained.
+    14, 20, 16, 21, 12 = A failing.
+    15, 22, 9 = Design.
+
+               What is the whole?
+
+
+MESOSTICH.
+
+The letters read down the centre form the name of a country in South
+America.
+
+    1. A country in Africa.
+    2. A continent.
+    3. A country in Europe.
+    4. A town in Italy.
+    5. A town in Palestine.
+    6. A country in Europe.
+
+    ARCHIBALD Y. G. CAMPBELL.
+    _Nassau House, Westward Ho._       (Aged 12.)
+    _Bideford._
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+SINGLE ACROSTIC.
+
+The initials read downwards give the name of an emperor of Rome.
+
+    1. A set of drawers.
+    2. A workman.
+    3. Part of a circle.
+    4. An animal.
+    5. An animal.
+    6. A metal.
+    7. A girl's name.
+    8. A precious stone.
+
+    HELEN STAUDAGE.
+    (Aged 15-1/2.)
+    _Yatchley Retreat, Prestbury,
+    Cheltenham, Gloucestershire._
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+TOWNS ENIGMATICALLY EXPRESSED,
+
+    1. Original; a wine.
+    2. To divide; a country.
+    3. The mark of a wound; a town represented in Parliament.
+    4. A strife; a part of a candle.
+    5. A hole; a negative conjunction.
+         6. A female; part of the body.
+         7. An animal; a passage.
+         8. Labour; steeped in liquor.
+         9. A noise; a joint of meat.
+
+    ADELAIDE BENTINCK.
+    _Froyle House, near Alton, Hants._      (Aged 10-3/4.)
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+HIDDEN PROVERBS.
+
+    A a b d e e e e e f f f h i i i k m n n r r s s t.
+
+    2. A a d e e e i i j k m n n n o o p r r s s s t t u w y.
+
+    3. A b c e e e e e h i i n n n o p r r r s t t t t u v.
+
+    KATE SMITH.
+    _5, Royal Terrace, Portishead, Somerset._    (Aged 11-1/2.)
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+DOUBLE ACROSTIC AND ARITHMOREM.
+
+The initials and finals read downwards will give the names of two trees.
+
+    1050 + obo = a blossom.
+     750 + aaenypoie = a dictionary.
+      50 + pgfegi = a warm beverage.
+     150 + ru = to twist.
+    1000 + nuhea = kind.
+
+    MABEL H. M. WITHERS.
+    _Westcroft, Oakhill Road, Putney._      (Aged 14.)
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+GEOGRAPHICAL DOUBLE ACROSTIC.
+
+My initials read downwards give the name of a country of Asia, and the
+finals upwards give the name of one of the kings of that country.
+
+    1. A lake in Russia.
+    2. A town in Hungary.
+    3. A town in Switzerland.
+    4. A lake in North America.
+    5. An island in the Mediterranean.
+    6. A town in Abyssinia.
+
+    T. HARRISON.
+    _Acaster Hill, Easingwold, Yorkshire._       (Aged 12-1/2).
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+[Illustration]
+
+RIDDLE-ME-REE.
+
+    My first is in elegant, but not in rough;
+    My second is in lace, but not in cuff;
+    My third is in earth, but not in ground;
+    My fourth is in puppy, but not in hound;
+    My fifth is in high, but not in low;
+    My sixth is in reap, but not in sow;
+    My seventh is in nibble, but not in devour;
+    My eighth is in time, but not in hour;
+    My ninth is in arrow, but not in bow;
+    My whole is a cave we some of us know.
+
+    W. B. BELL.
+    (Aged 12-1/2.)
+
+    _St. Georges Mount,
+    New Brighton, Cheshire._
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+QUOTATION DROP-WORD PUZZLE.
+
+Give the following quotation in full, with its author.
+
+    The * * * * sigh,
+    * * * merry * * *
+    And * * * * * not why,
+    * glad * * had * *--A * * * n.
+
+    FLORENCE M. MOFFATT.
+    _7, Union Place, Aberdeen._      (Aged 12-1/4.)
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+MISSING-LETTER PUZZLE.
+
+When the missing letters have been supplied, the whole will form the
+first verse of one of Macaulay's poems.
+
+    AxtxnxaxlxexhxlxsxtxhxaxoxrxoxlxExgxaxdxpxaxsx,
+    Ixexlxfxhxtxrxcxfxmxuxdxexsxhxwxoxgxtxnxnxixnxdxyx,
+    Wxextxaxgxextxlxexixvxnxixlxaxaxnxtxexbxrxixvxix
+    TxexixhxsxsxoxlxoxMxxxcxtxextxuxextxexrxsxfxpxix.
+
+    S. K. HORNE.
+    _Vernon House, Lordship Lane, Dulwich._      (Aged 13.)
+
+
+
+
+PRIZE PUZZLE COMPETITION.
+
+
+The following are the arrangements which the Editor of LITTLE FOLKS has
+made in regard to Prize Puzzle Competitions for the six months ending
+December, 1884:--
+
+I. THE SUMMER COMPETITION, consisting of Puzzles appearing in the July
+and the August Numbers.
+
+II. THE HOME AND FOREIGN COMPETITION, specially introduced for the
+purpose of giving readers residing abroad an opportunity of competing on
+favourable terms. Particulars of this will appear in the September
+Number.
+
+III. THE WINTER COMPETITION, consisting of Puzzles appearing in the
+November and December Numbers.
+
+PRIZES.
+
+I. In the SUMMER COMPETITION there will be a First Prize of a Guinea
+Volume; a Second Prize of a Half-Guinea Volume; a Third Prize of a
+Five-Shilling Volume, awarded in EACH DIVISION, viz., the SENIOR
+DIVISION for girls and boys between the ages of 14 and 16 (_inclusive_),
+and the JUNIOR DIVISION for those _under_ 14 years of age. There will
+also be awards of Bronze Medals of the LITTLE FOLKS Legion of Honour to
+the three next highest of the Competitors following the Prizewinners in
+_each_ Division.
+
+II. In the HOME AND FOREIGN COMPETITION Special and Additional Prizes
+will be offered, of which full particulars will be given in the
+September Number.
+
+III. A List of Prizes in the WINTER COMPETITION will appear in the
+November and December Numbers.
+
+REGULATIONS.
+
+Solutions of the Puzzles published in this number must reach the Editor
+not later than August 8th (August 12th for Competitors residing abroad),
+addressed as under:--
+
+    _The Editor of "Little Folks;"_
+    _La Belle Sauvage Yard,_
+    _Answers to Puzzles._          _Ludgate Hill,_
+    _Junior [or Senior] Division._         _London, E.C._
+
+Solutions to Puzzles must be accompanied by certificates from a Parent,
+Teacher, or other responsible person, stating that they are _the sole
+and unaided work_ of the competitor. No assistance must be given by any
+other person.
+
+Competitors can be credited only under their own name.
+
+The decision of the Editor of LITTLE FOLKS on all matters must be
+considered final.
+
+The names and addresses of Prize and Medal winners will be duly
+published in LITTLE FOLKS.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+GAME PUZZLE FOR AUGUST.
+
+(Being the second and concluding Puzzle of the "Summer Competition.")
+
+ALPHABETICAL HISTORICAL PUZZLE.
+
+
+SENIOR DIVISION.
+
+(The first letters of each light are in consecutive order from A to L.
+Thus light one commences with A, light twelve with L.)
+
+    1. An English Queen you here will find,
+    The last of Stuart line.
+
+    2. His fierce attack of Russian steppes
+    Commences his decline.
+
+    3. Death standeth by--he saves himself
+    By his _teeth_, I pray you note.
+
+    4. Of the Great Seal and its keepers
+    This famed antiquary wrote.
+
+    5. In preparing the first Greek Testament
+    Much learning he displayed.
+
+    6. A Bishop this, of Winchester,
+    Who Richmond's cause did aid.
+
+    7. A Tzar of Moscow, born, I think,
+    In 1552.
+
+    8. Minister of Charles I.;
+    Historian also.
+
+    9. A great Athenian orator,
+    His writings tell his fame.
+
+    10. A letter-writer much renowned;
+    But who can tell his name?
+
+    11. Mathematician and philosopher,
+    In Sweden of great note.
+
+    12. For this great English singer
+    Purcell many a bass song wrote.
+
+
+JUNIOR DIVISION.
+
+The first letters of each light are in consecutive order from M to Y,
+omitting X. Thus light one commences with M, light eleven with W, and
+light twelve with Y.
+
+    1. Blenheim's splendid mansion
+    To this Duke the nation gave.
+
+    2. He sought to reach the Northern Pole
+    Through ice-field and o'er wave.
+
+    3. Greek grammarian and poet, who
+    On fish- and hunt- ing wrote.
+
+    4. In the train of P. Emilius
+    Marched this Persian king of note.
+
+    5. His "Emblems" are delightful,
+    Meeting many persons' needs.
+
+    6. Emperor Ferdinand II.
+    He delivered from the Swedes.
+
+    7. Son of Antonio Tatti,
+    A sculptor great you see.
+
+    8. The greatest tragic actor
+    That the French have known was he.
+
+    9. Italian priest and scholar,
+    To whom Gregory [XIII.] gave a pension.
+
+    10. He succeeded Eleutherius
+    As Rome's Bishop I may mention.
+
+    11. In the Valley Forge he suffered,
+    But he triumphed at the last.
+
+    12. The "Night Thoughts" his other poems
+    I think certainly surpassed.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+ANSWER TO PUZZLE NO. 18.
+
+SENIOR DIVISION.--SALAMANDER.
+
+    1. ~S~ quirrel.
+    2. ~A~ nchovy.
+    3. ~L~ agotis.
+    4. ~A~ lligator.
+    5. ~M~ ammoth.
+    6. ~A~ ristotle's lantern.
+    7. ~N~ ightingale.
+    8. ~D~ igitigrades.
+    9. ~E~ agle.
+    10. ~R~ hombus minimus.
+
+CLASS I.--Consisting of those who have gained eleven marks:--E. Maynard.
+
+CLASS II.--Consisting of those who have gained ten marks or less:--A.
+Bradbury, H. Blunt, M. Bradbury, N. Besley, G. Burne, F. Callcott, J.
+Cooper, M Cooper, H. Cholmondeley, G. Clayton, A. Chappell, G. Dundas,
+A. Elliot, C. Gilbert, A. Garnham, H. Gill, E. Hobson, C. Hart, D. von.
+Hacht, B. Hudson, M. Heddle, M. Jakeman, J. Lewenz, H. Leake, H. Leah,
+E. A. Lloyd, A. M. Lynch, B. Law, C. J. Mather, E. McCaul, C. Morin, J.
+Puckle, E. Pratt, E. Rudd, C. Stanton, W. Seymer, M. Addison-Scott, A.
+Stoneham, G. Sayer, A. Solomon, B. Tomlinson, U. Tracy, L. Webb, K.
+Williams, A. Wilson, E. Wedgwood, E. F. Woolf, W. C. Wilson. N.B.--All
+competitors have been credited with light eight, as a letter was
+accidentally omitted. Notwithstanding this we are pleased to note that
+the light was correctly solved by many competitors.
+
+
+JUNIOR DIVISION.--REINDEER.
+
+    1. ~R~ obin Redbreast.
+    2. ~E~ xocetus exiliens.
+    3. ~I~ guanodon.
+    4. ~N~ arwhal.
+    5. ~D~ ormouse,
+    6. ~E~ ider Duck.
+    7. ~E~ lephant.
+    8. ~R~ ingdove.
+
+CLASS I.--Consisting of those who have gained nine marks:--A.
+Allsebrook, F. H. C. Burne, D. Blunt, L. Besley, L. Biddle, E. Brake. F.
+Boreham, C. Burne, A. Coombs. F. Clayton, F. Cooper, C. Crawford, S.
+Cuthill, M. Callcott, J. Cooper, J. Chapman, R. Dutton, P. Davidson, E.
+Ellis, E. Evans, L. Forrest, S. Fullford, L. Gill, M. Golledge, F.
+Howard, M. Howard, W. Johnson, A. King, M. McLaren, N. Maxwell, A.
+Marinden, F. Newman, E. Quilter, M. Crompton-Roberts, K. Simson, E.
+Stanley, E. Stanton, M. Somerville, M. Wood-Smith, L. Stibbs, M.
+McCalman Turpie, I. Williams, M. Watson, M. Wiper, E. Yeo.
+
+CLASS II.--Consisting of those who have gained eight marks or less:--E.
+Coombes, E. Carrington, V. L. Coombes, H. A. Coombes, H. Chappell, E.
+Elston, E. Fussell, E. E. Gruning, L. Hudson, K. Hawkins, M. Hobson, P.
+Hale, J. King, A. E. M. Kelly, J. Lancum, A. Leah, W. Lewenz, K. F.
+Lynch, C. Moody, H. Muggleston, G. O'Morris, H. Mayer, A. P. McDermott,
+E. Nicholson, G. Price, E. Raven, H. Smith, L. Stoneham, M. Snowball, H.
+Talbot, E. Tice, L. Walpole, M. Wigram, F. H. Woolf, K. Wedgwood, B. de
+St. Pierre.
+
+The List of Prize and Medal winners for the Second Quarter of 1884 will
+appear in the next Number.
+
+NOTE.--In place of "Anne" as light four of the Senior Division of No. 16
+read "Parr," Anne being a misprint.
+
+
+
+
+QUESTIONS AND ANSWERS.
+
+
+[_The Editor requests that all inquiries and replies intended for
+insertion in_ LITTLE FOLKS _should have the words "Questions and
+Answers" written on the left-hand top corners of the envelopes
+containing them. Only those which the Editor considers suitable and of
+general interest to his readers will be printed._]
+
+
+PRIZE COMPETITIONS, &C.
+
+ETHEL READ.--[All work of _every kind_ in the Competitions must be done
+by Competitors _unaided_. The articles in the Plain Needlework
+Competition are not to be washed before being sent in.--ED.]
+
+
+LITERATURE.
+
+An ARMADILLO writes, in answer to RAGS AND TATTERS, that the lines
+beginning--
+
+    "Bear through sorrow, wrong, and ruth," &c.
+
+are found in the fourteenth verse of Longfellow's "Maidenhood." Answers
+also received from _Elaine_, _Tattie_ _Coram_, and _An Amazon Queen_.
+
+LADY OF THE LAKE asks for the name of the author of the piece of poetry
+called "The Three Crowns."
+
+
+GAMES AND AMUSEMENTS.
+
+TADPOLE asks if any one can tell her the origin of "Blind-man's buff."
+
+L. J. F. writes, in answer to MAY WILLIAMSON, that the following are the
+rules for "Bell and Hammer":--"Any number of persons may play, one of
+whom must be appointed cashier. The cashier then distributes an equal
+number of counters to each player, puts up for sale the five cards
+separately, and knocks them down with the hammer to the highest bidder.
+The produce is put into the pool; each player must pay four counters
+into the pool. The cashier has first throw, and when all blanks are
+thrown each player pays one to the holder of the white horse. If with
+the blanks the bell, or hammer, or both are thrown, the owner of such
+card pays one to the holder of the white horse. When numbers and blanks
+are thrown the cashier pays the amount to the player from the pool. When
+the pool is nearly empty there arises an advantage to the inn, for if
+the amount of the number thrown exceeds what is in the pool the player
+pays the overplus to the owner of the inn. If all blanks are thrown
+after the inn begins to receive, the owner of the white horse pays one
+to the inn, and should the bell or hammer be thrown with blanks the
+owner pays one to the inn. But if numbers accompany the bell or hammer,
+the owner of such card must pay to the inn the number thrown above those
+remaining in the pool. The game is stopped by some one throwing exactly
+the same number as is in the pool. The one who has most counters wins
+the game." Answers also received from IRENE FEDRIGO, A BUSY BEE,
+HENBANE, FUZZELLYBOO, and TADPOLE.
+
+
+WORK.
+
+ASTARTE sends the following directions, in answer to W. M.'s question as
+to how to make a pair of baby's woollen shoes, suitable for a
+bazaar:--"One ounce of white Berlin wool. A chain of thirty-four
+stitches; double-crochet into this for thirty rows, taking the back
+stitch, so as to form a rib. Then crochet fifteen stitches, turn and go
+back to end of row, then go back again for fourteen stitches, and so on,
+taking one less each time until there are only seven left. This has to
+be done on both sides of the leg, so as to form the foot. Break off the
+wool, fasten it on at the top of the leg, then crochet down as far as
+the instep, and back again, doing one less each time till there are only
+two stitches left. Then down as far as the instep do an edging of treble
+crochet, then work another edging (button-hole stitch) all round the
+edging of flourishing thread. Then join the foot loosely down the
+middle, and sew up the leg so that the part increased flaps over. For
+the sole of foot make a chain of fourteen stitches, work it up and down
+till there are thirteen ribs; in the last two rows a stitch must be left
+out at each corner. Sew the sole on to the foot and the boot is
+finished."
+
+
+COOKERY.
+
+SNOW-FLAKE would be much obliged if any one would tell her how to make
+almond rock.
+
+RUBY and A STRAWBERRY wish to know how to make toffee and butter scotch.
+
+
+GENERAL.
+
+DICKY WYATT writes, in answer to HELVELLYN, that the word "Kettledrum"
+means a large social party. Among the Tartars a "kettle" represents a
+family, or as many as feed from one kettle; and on Tweedside it
+signifies a "social party," met together to take tea from the same
+tea-kettle; hence any social party. Of course the play upon this meaning
+of the word and the instrument called a kettledrum is intentional, the
+word "drum" meaning a crowded "evening party," "drum," applying to the
+close packing, as, a drum of figs. Answer also received from A BUSY BEE.
+
+LUNA would be glad if any one would tell her how to dry gorse, and how
+to dry "lords and ladies."
+
+W. ROUTLEDGE asks how to make a graph for copying letters, &c.
+
+
+NATURAL HISTORY.
+
+EUSTACIE would be glad to know if radish would kill canaries; also if
+gas would hurt them?--[Gas is always injurious; we should not think
+radish was, unless it were given rather suddenly and freely after long
+denial of green food; but we never tried this particular kind of
+vegetable diet.]
+
+ELECTRA wants to know what is the matter with her hen canary. The bird
+is losing all the feathers from her neck, though it is not yet the time
+for moulting. Is it good for her to have green food every day?--[Green
+food is good in moderation. It is impossible to tell the reason for the
+loss of feathers with no other symptoms; see if the bird is infested
+with mites, and if so use Persian powder freely. You can do no harm to
+anoint the bare places with vaseline. Unmated hens are very apt to get
+out of sorts at the breeding season.]
+
+
+Picture Story Wanting Words.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+A Guinea Book and an Officer's Medal of the LITTLE FOLKS Legion of
+Honour will be given for the best short and _original_ Description of
+this Picture. A smaller Book and an Officer's Medal will be given, in
+addition, for the best Description _relatively to the age of the
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+Members' Medals of the LITTLE FOLKS Legion of Honour. (See the notice
+about the Silver Medal on page 115 of the last Volume.)
+
+
+
+
+ANSWERS TO OUR LITTLE FOLKS' OWN PUZZLES (_page_ 60).
+
+RIDDLE-ME-REE.--VIOLET.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+TRANSPOSED LETTER PUZZLE.
+
+    1. "All is not gold that glitters."
+    2. "Pride will have a fall."
+    3. "Handsome is that handsome does."
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+HIDDEN PROVERB.
+
+"Every cloud has a silver lining."
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+ARITHMOREM.
+
+    1. Livingstone.
+    2. La Place.
+    3. Milton.
+    4. America.
+    5. Schumann.
+    6. London.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+SINGLE ACROSTIC--EDWARD.
+
+    1. ~E~ dith.
+    2. ~D~ en.
+    3. ~W~ ater.
+    4. ~A~ rm.
+    5. ~R~ ace.
+    6. ~D~ uck.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+DOUBLE ACROSTIC--FLOUNDER--MACKEREL.
+
+    1. A ~F~ fir ~M~ s.
+    2. A ~L~ ~A~ s.
+    3. C ~O~ a ~C~ h.
+    4. B ~U~ lloc ~K~ s.
+    5. ~I~ ~N~ d ~E~ x.
+    6. A ~D~ he ~R~ e.
+    7. ~F~ ~E~ ~E~ l
+    8. A ~R~ tic ~L~ e.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+MISSING LETTER PUZZLE
+
+    "I fear thee, ancient mariner!
+      I fear thy skinny hand!
+    And thou art long, and lank, and brown.
+      As is the ribbed sea-sand."
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+SQUARE WORD.
+
+    1. MARY.
+    2. AREA.
+    3. REAR.
+    4. YARN.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+POETICAL REBUS.
+
+    "The curfew tolls the knell of parting day,
+      The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea;
+    The ploughman homeward plods his weary way.
+      And leaves the world to darkness and to me."
+
+GRAY'S _Elegy_.
+
+
+
+
+
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