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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Dick and His Cat and Other Tales + +Author: Various + +Editor: Edith Carrington + +Illustrator: F. M. Cooper + +Release Date: March 18, 2009 [EBook #28351] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK DICK AND HIS CAT AND OTHER TALES *** + + + + +Produced by R. Cedron, Diane Monico, and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This +file was produced from images generously made available +by The Internet Archive) + + + + + + +</pre> + + + + + +<p class="title"> +<big>ANIMAL LIFE READERS</big><br /><br /> + +<small>EDITED BY</small><br /> +EDITH CARRINGTON AND ERNEST BELL<br /><br /> + +<small>WITH PICTURES BY</small><br /> +HARRISON WEIR<br /> +<small>AND OTHERS</small><br /> +</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 45%;" /> +<p class="title"> +DICK AND HIS CAT<br /> +<small>AND OTHER TALES</small><br /> +</p> + + + + +<p class="figcenter" style="width: 240px;"> +<img src="images/image001.png" width="240" height="300" alt="" title="" /> +</p> +<hr style="width: 45%;" /> + + + +<h1> +DICK AND HIS CAT<br /> +<small>AND OTHER TALES</small><br /> +<br /></h1> + +<p class="title">ADAPTED BY<br /> +<big>EDITH CARRINGTON</big><br /> +<br /> +<small>AUTHOR OF "WORKERS WITHOUT WAGE," "A NARROW, NARROW WORLD,"<br /> +"A STORY OF WINGS," ETC., ETC.</small><br /> +<br /> +<i>WITH PICTURES BY F. M. COOPER</i><br /> +<br /><br /> +LONDON<br /> +GEORGE BELL AND SONS<br /> +<small>YORK STREET, COVENT GARDEN</small><br /> +1895<br /> +</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 45%;" /> +<p class="center"><i>This Series is published by Messrs. Bell for the<br /> +Humanitarian League.</i></p> + + + +<hr style="width: 45%;" /> +<h2><a name="CONTENTS" id="CONTENTS"></a>CONTENTS.</h2> + + +<ul><li> <span class="tocright">PAGE</span></li> + +<li><span class="smcap">Dick and His Cat</span><span class="tocright"> <a href="#Page_1">1</a></span></li> +<li> +<span class="smcap">Trusty.</span> By Roger Quiddam<span class="tocright"> <a href="#Page_29">29</a></span></li> +<li> +<span class="smcap">Out in the Cold.</span> By Roger Quiddam<span class="tocright"> <a href="#Page_50">50</a></span></li> +<li> +<span class="smcap">The Story of a Fly.</span> By Maria Jacob<span class="tocright"> <a href="#Page_67">67</a></span></li> +<li> +<span class="smcap">Betty and Snowdrop</span><span class="tocright"> <a href="#Page_106">106</a></span></li> +</ul> + + + +<hr style="width: 45%;" /> +<h2><a name="PREFACE" id="PREFACE"></a>PREFACE.</h2> + + +<p>In the Section of the Code for 1894-5, dealing with Reading +Books, occur the words "Passages impressing on the +children the duty of gentleness and consideration for +others, and that of the humane treatment of animals may +also be widely introduced."</p> + +<p>It is in the hope of encouraging that humane treatment +of animals, which in the hands of a sympathetic teacher +may so easily and naturally be made the first step towards +the "gentleness and consideration for others," that this +series has been prepared. It is hoped now that the teaching +of humanity has received official recognition, that those who +have charge of the young will recognize its importance, +and will realise that unless the cultivation of the heart runs +<i>pari passu</i> with that of the head, the spread of education +may become a curse instead of a blessing.</p> + +<p>The Editors are much indebted to the R.S.P.C.C. for +permission to reprint "Trusty" and "Out in the Cold."</p> +<hr style="width: 45%;" /> + + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_1" id="Page_1">[Pg 1]</a></span></p> +<p class="figleft" style="width: 491px;"> +<img src="images/image002.png" width="491" height="300" alt="" title="" /> +</p> + +<h2>DICK AND HIS CAT.</h2> + + +<h3>1. UP TO LONDON.</h3> + +<p>1. In the reign of the famous king +Edward the Third, there was a little boy +named Dick Whitt-ing-ton, whose father +and mother died when he was very young.</p> + +<p>2. He knew nothing about them, and he +was left, a poor little ragged, dirty fellow, +to run about the streets of a small country +village.</p> + +<p>3. As poor Dick was not old enough to +work, he was in a sad state; he got but +little for his dinner, and often had nothing +at all for his supper. For all the people in +the village were very poor.</p> + +<p>4. They could often spare him nothing +more than an old crust of bread, or some<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_2" id="Page_2">[Pg 2]</a></span> +scraps that even a dog would not have +liked. One day a man who was driving a +waggon came through the village.</p> + +<p>5. He had eight fine large horses to +pull it, and, as he walked by their side, +he spoke kindly to them, and never +whipped them. This made Dick think +that he must be a good man.</p> + +<p>6. "If he is kind to the horses," said +Dick to himself, "perhaps he will be kind +to a poor lad like me." So Dick went +up to speak to the carter and asked him +to let him walk along by the side of his +waggon.</p> + +<p>7. The two began to talk, and the man, +hearing from poor Dick that he had no +parents, and seeing how ragged his clothes +were, took pity on him. He told Dick +that he was going with the waggon to +London town. "And," added the man, +"you may come with me if you like.</p> + +<p>8. "I do not think that you can be much +worse off there than you are here; and +perhaps you may be better off in the +great city. You may ride in the waggon +if you please."<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_3" id="Page_3">[Pg 3]</a></span></p> + +<p>9. Dick was glad enough to do this, and +the good driver took care to share his food +with him on the +way. He took as +much care of the +horses and of Dick +as he did of himself. +Dick got safe +to London.</p> + +<p class="figcenter" style="width: 439px;"> +<img src="images/image003.png" width="439" height="450" alt="SETTING OFF." title="SETTING OFF." /> +<span class="caption">SETTING OFF.</span> +</p> + +<p>10. Now before +he had seen the streets of London, Dick +had thought that they were made of gold, +for an old man in the village at home had +told him so. But the old man had only<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_4" id="Page_4">[Pg 4]</a></span> +been in joke. He meant that folks often +became rich there.</p> + +<p>11. So Dick ran away from the waggon +in a great hurry, to find the golden pavements. +But he saw nothing except mud +and dirt, and a crowd of people all looking +very busy, who took no heed of him.</p> + +<p>12. Instead of being able to pick up +little bits of gold from the streets when he +wanted money, Dick now found that he +could not find even a penny to buy a loaf +for himself, and no one gave him one either.</p> + +<p>13. He stayed all night in the streets, +and, next morning, he got up and walked +about, asking those whom he met to give +him something to keep him from starving.</p> + +<p>14. Hardly any man or boy whom he +asked gave him a copper. But at last, a +woman, seeing his pale face, drew out two +pence and put them into Dick's thin hand.</p> + +<p>15. Being almost too tired and weak to +buy food, Dick laid himself down on the +doorstep of a big house. He almost wished +to die, for he felt so lonely and forlorn in +that great town, where no one had time to +think about a poor little ragged boy.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_5" id="Page_5">[Pg 5]</a></span></p> + +<hr style="width: 25%;" /> + +<p><i>Write:</i> Dick went to London with a +man. When he was there, he could get no +food. A kind woman gave him two pence.</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>Questions: 1. In what king's reign did Dick Whittington +live? 2. In what kind of place was he born? 3. Whom did +he meet going through the village? 4. How did Dick know +that the driver was a good man? 5. What did he do when he +first reached London? 6. What did the kind woman give to +Dick?</p></div> + + +<h3>2. THE STRAY CAT.</h3> + +<p>1. As Dick was hiding his face in his +hands and thinking these sad things, he +felt something very soft rubbing gently +against his neck, which was close to the +hard cold stone step, and he heard a +pleasant sound at his ear.</p> + +<p>2. It was the purring of a poor little +stray cat, which was trying to make friends +with him. Dick sat up, and stroked puss. +"Why, you are just like me!" said Dick. +"I believe that you have no home and no +friends either, you poor little thing."</p> + +<p>3. When the cat heard Dick speak so +kindly to her, she crept into his lap, +looking into his face as if to say, "Are<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_6" id="Page_6">[Pg 6]</a></span> +you going to let me come, or will you +drive me away, as all the rest of the world +does?"</p> + +<p>4. Finding that Dick put one arm round +her she curled herself up, purring loudly, +and seemed to think that she had found a +home with him on the doorstep.</p> + +<p>5. "Poor pussy!" said Dick, "how thin +you are, and how rough your coat is! +Come, I will go and get something for us +both to eat." Dick ran along the street +with the cat in his arms.</p> + +<p>6. She could not do enough to thank +him for taking care of her. For she had +been hunted through the streets for many +days. The people with whom she had +lived were gone away and left poor puss +behind to starve in an empty house.</p> + +<p>7. They went to a shop and bought milk +and bread. It was a fine feast for them +both, and I do not know which of them +liked it best.</p> + +<p>8. The rude boys in the street laughed +at Dick for running along with a cat in +his arms. But he was too brave a boy to +care for that. He only hugged his cat the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7">[Pg 7]</a></span> +tighter, and laughed at them in return. +So they soon left off.</p> + +<p class="figcenter" style="width: 370px;"> +<img src="images/image004.png" width="370" height="450" alt="BOTH IN NEED." title="BOTH IN NEED." /> +<span class="caption">BOTH IN NEED.</span> +</p> + +<p>9. That night, Dick had again no place to +sleep in but the doorway of a big house. +He made himself and his cat as snug as +he could, and had just fallen asleep when +he heard a cross voice say, "What are you +doing here, you lazy scamp?"<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8">[Pg 8]</a></span></p> + +<p>10. This was a cook, who was just coming +out. And at the same moment her master +came out behind her. He, too, saw Dick, +and said: "Why do you lie there, my +lad? You seem big enough to work. I +fear that you must be idle."</p> + +<p>11. "No, indeed, sir," said Dick. "I +would work with all my heart, but I know +no one to give me work, and I think that +I am ill from want of food and a dry, warm +bed."</p> + +<p>12. "Poor fellow!" said the rich merchant, +who was master of the house. +"Come here to me. Let us see what +is the matter with you."</p> + +<hr style="width: 25%;" /> + +<p><i>Write:</i> A poor little stray cat came to +Dick. He spoke kindly to her and went +to buy bread and milk for both. They +liked the food very much.</p> + +<blockquote><p>Questions: 1. What did Dick feel as he lay on the doorstep? +2. What did he say to the stray cat? 3. What did he buy +for them both? 4. Who came out of the door as Dick was +sleeping on the step? 5. Who came out after the maid? +6. What did the master of the house say to Dick?</p></blockquote><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[Pg 9]</a></span></p> + + +<h3>3. THE CROSS COOK.</h3> + +<p>1. As Dick came up to the merchant, +his knees trembled under him, and he +looked very ill and weak. He had put +the little cat under his jacket, so that the +merchant did not notice her.</p> + +<p>2. "You seem half starved," said the +merchant. And he told the cook to give +Dick a good meal at once, make him up +a bed in the garret, and let him stay +with them.</p> + +<p>3. He might do what dirty work in the +kitchen he could for the cook. Little Dick +would have been very happy now, but +for the cross cook, who was finding fault +and scolding all the day long.</p> + +<p>4. She would rush at poor Dick with +her broom, and hit him hard on the head. +And what was worse, she chased his poor +little cat right out of the house, and said +she would have no cats there.</p> + +<p>5. Dick found his pussy again, and took +her up into his own bare and empty garret, +where she was safe, for the cook never<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[Pg 10]</a></span> +went there. And pussy was his only friend +at that time.</p> + +<p>6. Dick was careful to carry food to his +cat, of which there was always plenty to +be had in that house. But things became +worse and worse in the kitchen.</p> + +<p>7. The temper of the cross cook was +tried more and more by the little mice, +which ran over all her nice pies and +puddings, and spoilt them as fast as she +made them.</p> + +<p>8. She flew into a passion with Dick +twenty times a day, but it was of no use +to do this. She set traps for the mice, but +they soon found out the trick, and would +not go near them.</p> + +<p>9. The cunning little things laughed at +cook and her clumsy traps, and made +merry all night long over the floor of her +room, running races, and keeping her +awake.</p> + +<p>10. So she grew crosser and crosser, till +at last Dick felt as if he could not stand it +much longer. But his master was always +kind, and he thought that he would never +leave him if he could help it.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[Pg 11]</a></span></p> + +<p>11. He thought that things might mend +and he tried to be patient. And his +cat was always ready with a loving greeting +for Dick when he came to his room.</p> + +<p>12. At last one day Dick's master called +all his servants upstairs into his room. He +said that a ship of his was going to sail +for a foreign land in a few days.</p> + +<p>13. He asked them if any of them +would like to send some things out in the +ship to be sold. In those days much +money was to be made by selling English +goods in other lands.</p> + +<p>14. All said that they would like to +send something. But poor little Dick said +not a word. He had nothing in the world +but the clothes he had on, and his cat.</p> + +<hr style="width: 25%;" /> + +<p><i>Write:</i> Dick was told that he might do +work for the cook. But she was very +cross to him and to his cat. He kept puss +in his own room and took care to feed her.</p> + +<blockquote><p>Questions: 1. What did the merchant say about Dick? +2. What did the cook say about the cat? 3. Where did Dick +keep her? 4. What was he careful to carry up for his cat? +5. What did the merchant ask his servants? 6. Why did Dick +say nothing when all the rest spoke?</p></blockquote><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[Pg 12]</a></span></p> + + +<h3>4. WHAT THE BELLS SAID.</h3> + +<p>1. Now the merchant had a little +daughter, called Alice. And she was a +kind little girl. She looked at the sad +face of poor Dick, and she said in a whisper +to her father, "Why does not that little +boy speak like the rest?"</p> + +<p>2. "You had better ask him," said the +father, giving his little girl a kiss before +he went out of the room.</p> + +<p>3. So Alice went up to Dick and asked +him why he had not sent some small thing +that could be sold for much money in the +foreign land, though it cost only a little +here.</p> + +<p>4. "All the rest are going to send," +said little Alice, "and when the ship +comes back they will get the money. +Why do you not send something in the +ship too?"</p> + +<p>5. "I have nothing to send," said poor +Dick, looking very sad. "I am a poor +boy. The cook is unkind to me, and I +have nothing of my own but a cat."<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[Pg 13]</a></span></p> + +<p>6. "I have got some money in my +purse, I will give it to you," said little +Alice. But Dick said that he should not +like to take money from the little girl.</p> + +<p class="figcenter" style="width: 276px;"> +<img src="images/image005.png" width="276" height="450" alt="ALL DICK HAD." title="ALL DICK HAD." /> +<span class="caption">ALL DICK HAD.</span> +</p> + +<p>7. Just then the merchant came back into +the room. He had heard what Dick said +about having nothing but a cat.</p> + +<p>8. "Fetch your cat, boy, and let her<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[Pg 14]</a></span> +go," said he. "I heard the captain of the +ship say that he wanted a cat to clear the +ship of mice. He will give you money for +her."</p> + +<p>9. "Oh no, sir," cried Dick, "I could +not give up my poor cat. She loves me, +and I love her. She has grown such a +beauty, sir, and she can almost talk. I +could not get on without her, please, sir."</p> + +<p>10. "Well, if you cannot be parted, +why not go too?" "So I could, sir," said +Dick. "Well, you are a smart boy, and +we will see. The captain lives near. You +had better run and ask him what he +thinks."</p> + +<p>11. Dick was not long in fetching his +cap. He almost flew along the streets, +and as he did so he heard Bow bells begin +to ring.</p> + +<p>12. He felt so full of high spirits at +the thought of ending his hard life in the +kitchen, with the cross cook, that the bells +seemed to be singing a merry tune to +him.</p> + +<p>13. Dick stopped for a moment to listen, +and as he did so, their chime came to his<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[Pg 15]</a></span> +ears like the sound of his own name. +They seemed to say:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Turn again, Whittington,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lord Mayor of London."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>14. "This must be my fancy," said Dick, +as he ran on to the house of the captain. +"But it is very pleasant to be spoken to +kindly, even by the bells. And I wonder +whether good fortune is in store for me at +last?"</p> + +<hr style="width: 25%;" /> + +<p><i>Write:</i> Dick could not part with his +cat. So his master said that he might go +with her in the ship. He went to ask the +captain.</p> + +<blockquote><p>Questions: 1. What did Alice ask Dick? 2. What did Dick +answer? 3. What did his master say when he came into the +room? 4. What was Dick's reply? 5. Where did he run? +6. What did he hear the bells say?</p></blockquote> + + +<h3>5. THE KING'S DINNER.</h3> + +<p>1. The ship, with Dick and his cat on +board, was soon at sea. But Dick began +to think that worse luck than ever was +going to befall him.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[Pg 16]</a></span></p> + +<p>2. For there was a heavy storm, and the +ship was nearly wrecked on the coast of a +land then unknown to the English. This +land was filled with black people called +Moors.</p> + +<p>3. When the captain and his men, with +Dick and the cat, landed on this shore, +the natives came in great numbers to gaze +at them. They had never seen people +with white faces before.</p> + +<p>4. As they came to know the captain +and his sailors better, these black men +would go on board the ship. The English +sailors showed them all the goods which +they had brought from England.</p> + +<p>5. The black men wished to buy them. +As they had gold in great lumps and +heaps, they were willing to give a high +price for what the servants had sent out +from the merchant's house.</p> + +<p>6. The captain, seeing how much pleasure +the things gave, sent some of the goods to +the king of the country. He was so much +pleased with them that he sent for the +captain and his friends to the palace.</p> + +<p>7. As Dick and his cat had been very<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[Pg 17]</a></span> +useful on the voyage, the captain took +them with him, and they soon reached the +palace.</p> + +<p class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> +<img src="images/image006.png" width="600" height="416" alt="THE DINNER TABLE." title="THE DINNER TABLE." /> +<span class="caption">THE DINNER TABLE.</span> +</p> + +<p>8. Here they sat on cushions and +carpets made of rich silk and worked in +gold and silver. And the king and queen +being seated at the upper end of the table, +the dinner was brought in.</p> + +<p>9. But no sooner were the dishes set in +front of them, in plates of gold and silver, +than a rushing sound was heard. In an<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[Pg 18]</a></span> +instant a whole army of mice and rats +came running in.</p> + +<p>10. They were so bold that they leaped +on the table and began to devour the food +from the king's own plate. In a few +minutes nothing would have been left.</p> + +<p>11. The guests had to drive them away, +and snatch a few hasty morsels before they +came back again. But the creatures seemed +to care for nothing, for they ran back as +fast as they were made to go.</p> + +<p>12. The captain was full of surprise. +"Are not these mice and rats a great +trouble to you?" he asked the king. "Oh +yes, they are indeed!" said he.</p> + +<p>13. "They not only eat up almost all we +have, but they disturb us even in our own +bedrooms. We are sadly afraid that there +will be a famine next year, for they are eating +up all the seed and corn in the land."</p> + +<p>14. The captain was ready to jump for +joy when he heard this, for he called to +mind the cat, which Dick had left in the +ship.</p> + +<p>15. As it was not far off, he bade Dick +run and fetch her at once. "I think we<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[Pg 19]</a></span> +can help you," he said to the king; but +he only shook his head, for he had tried +all ways to get rid of the rats and mice, +without success.</p> + +<hr style="width: 25%;" /> + +<p><i>Write:</i> The captain sold the goods for +a good price. He went to see the king of +that land. He found that there were +many rats and mice at the palace.</p> + +<blockquote><p>Questions: 1. What misfortune happened to the ship? +2. What sort of people did the captain find on the coast where he +landed? 3. What did they give instead of the goods? 4. Where +did the captain go with his friends next? 5. What went on at +the king's dinner-table? 6. What did the captain tell Dick to +fetch?</p></blockquote> + + +<h3>6. THE QUEEN AND THE KITTENS.</h3> + +<p>1. Taking puss in his arms, Dick was +surprised to find that she tried to get +away from him again, and to run down to +the cabin below. This was the first time +that she had done so, and he could not +make it out.</p> + +<p>2. She struggled to get away each time +that Dick tried to carry her out of the +ship, making an odd sort of "miew," and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[Pg 20]</a></span> +trying to coax him to come where she +led him.</p> + +<p>3. At last he ran after puss, down the +cabin steps, and at the bottom, in a dark +corner, he found that puss had hidden five +pretty little kittens!</p> + +<p>4. She was purring with all her might +over them, and she tried to say, "Did you +ever see five such sweet little things? How +could you ask me to leave them? They +would die if I did. Though I love you +dearly I cannot go away."</p> + +<p>5. So Dick found a warm piece of flannel, +and wrapping the baby pussies up in it, +he took the whole lot with him. Puss was +ready enough to come when she saw this.</p> + +<p>6. He made as much haste as he could. +Soon he came into the palace with the +kittens under one arm and their proud +mother purring under the other.</p> + +<p>7. No sooner did Dick enter than the +cat began to sniff the air. Then she +caught a glimpse of the rats and mice, +which were still feasting on the table. +The cloth was black with them.</p> + +<p>8. In one instant she sprang from his<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[Pg 21]</a></span> +arms. She laid a dozen rats and mice +dead at the king's feet in half a minute, +and all the rest were scared out of their +wits, and ran away.</p> + +<p class="figcenter" style="width: 311px;"> +<img src="images/image007.png" width="311" height="450" alt="SWEET LITTLE THINGS." title="SWEET LITTLE THINGS." /> +<span class="caption">SWEET LITTLE THINGS.</span> +</p> + +<p>9. They had never seen a cat before, for +there were none in that land. The king +had never seen one either; and his queen<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[Pg 22]</a></span> +did not know what sort of beast puss was +at all. But she thought her very pretty.</p> + +<p>10. "What is this strange, useful creature; +what is it called?" said the king, "and +where did you get it? I will give all I +have to buy it from you, rather than be +left without one."</p> + +<p>11. But though the king sent for a great +sack of gold, so heavy that it took three +men to bring it into the room, Dick would +not hear of selling his friend.</p> + +<p>12. "What is that bundle under your +arm?" said the captain to Dick. And +then the boy showed him the kittens.</p> + +<p>13. "Why these are even more pretty +than the beast itself," said the queen, and +she wished to have all the kittens in her +lap. Poor woman! she had never before +nursed a kitten in her life!</p> + +<p>14. "You had better sell these to the +king," the captain said in a whisper to +Dick. "Tell him that some day they will +grow up to be cats like yours, and in due +time will have little ones of their own."</p> + +<p>15. "But it would be cruel to take them +all away from their mother," said Dick, for<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[Pg 23]</a></span> +he had seen how quickly his cat had run +to the queen to beg for her little ones.</p> + +<p class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> +<img src="images/image008.png" width="600" height="555" alt="THE KING AND THE QUEEN." title="THE KING AND THE QUEEN." /> +<span class="caption">THE KING AND THE QUEEN.</span> +</p> + +<p>16. The cat was not afraid to stare even +into the face of a king, and ask him bravely +to put down the little kit which he had +taken into his royal hands.</p> + +<p>17. Puss had at last taken all her treasures +to a mat near the door, where she +was busy washing their faces. She did not<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[Pg 24]</a></span> +care to have so many folks pulling them +about.</p> + +<p>18. "You must leave one for the mother, +and sell the rest," said the captain. "She +will not fret long if you leave her one +child. And we cannot take them all five +back on the ship. There would be too +many."</p> + +<hr style="width: 25%;" /> + +<p><i>Write:</i> Dick found that his cat had five +little kits. He took them with him to the +house of the king. The queen was pleased; +she had never seen a kitten before.</p> + +<blockquote><p>Questions: 1. What was Dick surprised to find when he took +up his cat? 2. Where did she try to lead him? 3. What had +puss got in a corner? 4. How did Dick manage to bring the +kittens to the palace? 5. What did his cat do when she got +there? 6. What did the queen wish?</p></blockquote> + + +<h3>7. THE END OF PUSSY.</h3> + +<p>1. "But I should like them to stay +little always," said the queen, after she +had been told that the kittens would soon +grow big enough to catch mice.</p> + +<p>2. "That is a foolish remark, my love," +said the king. "They are here to kill<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[Pg 25]</a></span> +mice, and the sooner they get big, the +better.</p> + +<p class="figcenter" style="width: 377px;"> +<img src="images/image009.png" width="377" height="450" alt="PUSSY'S GRAVE." title="PUSSY'S GRAVE." /> +<span class="caption">PUSSY'S GRAVE.</span> +</p> + +<p>3. "And you forget that they will have +kittens by-and-by," added the king. "In +time we shall have,—what is their name? +oh, cats.</p> + +<p>4. "Well, we shall have cats enough to +keep the whole land free from mice and +rats." And he was ready to dance and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[Pg 26]</a></span> +clap his hands. Only that would not have +been proper for a king.</p> + +<p>5. The end of it was that Dick and the +captain set sail for England with a shipload +of gold, and puss went with them, with +her one baby. She did not miss the rest +much after a time.</p> + +<p>6. When Dick reached London again, +he was very rich indeed. But as he grew +older he learned that money cannot make +people happy, unless they do good to +others with it.</p> + +<p>7. He gave his friend the captain a +handsome present of gold, and he did not +forget one of his old friends at home. To +each one he gave what they most needed.</p> + +<p>8. Even the cross cook was not passed +over, for Dick thought that her bad temper +might be made better by a gift, and so it +was.</p> + +<p>9. But there was one above all to +whom he showed the greatest care. This +was his cat. Of course she did not live so +long as Dick did, for the lives of cats do +not often last more than about sixteen +years.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[Pg 27]</a></span></p> + +<p>10. By the time that Dick was the father +of some dear little children, his faithful +old puss was very very old and weak. Alice +was now his wife.</p> + +<p>11. Pussy spent all her time by the +warm fire, and she had all she wanted. +No one was ever unkind to her, and +though she was not able to catch mice +any more, she was treated with great +honour.</p> + +<p>12. One day, as Dick, now a fine rich +man in good clothes and in a grand house, +was sitting in his arm-chair, his old puss +dragged herself slowly up to his feet.</p> + +<p>13. She begged to get on his lap once +more. Dick, who knew well what she +meant, though she could not speak, stooped +and lifted her up.</p> + +<p>14. Pussy purred, as she lifted her dim +eyes to his face, gave one sigh, and lay +quite still. She was dead, and Dick +buried her himself, under a laurel tree in +his garden.</p> + +<p>15. "If it had not been for her I might +have died in the streets myself," said he. +"It was puss who made my fortune, and I<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[Pg 28]</a></span> +am certain of this one thing: those who +show mercy and love, will have the same +shown to them."</p> + +<hr style="width: 25%;" /> + +<p><i>Write:</i> Dick sold his kittens for gold. +But he let the mother-cat keep one. At +last his cat died of old age. Dick was kind +to her to the end of her life.</p> + +<blockquote><p>Questions: 1. What did the Queen want the kittens to do? +2. What did Dick find out about money as he grew older? 3. To +whom did he show the greatest care? 4. What about the cross +cook? 5. What did the old cat do one day? 6. What did +Dick say that he was quite certain of?</p></blockquote> + + + +<hr style="width: 45%;" /><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[Pg 29]</a></span></p> +<p class="figleft" style="width: 474px;"> +<img src="images/image010.png" width="474" height="300" alt="" title="" /> +</p> + +<h2>TRUSTY.</h2> + + +<h3>1. HUNGRY.</h3> + +<p>1. "I think that we shall have a heavy +fall of snow before long," said the landlord +of the little wayside inn, at which I had +called to get a morsel of bread and cheese.</p> + +<p>2. "Very likely it will snow," said I, +giving a glance at the dark heavy clouds, +and stopping to listen for a moment to the +moaning wind.</p> + +<p>3. "And in that case the sooner I start +the better, for I have a long distance to go, +and the light will fail early, in such weather +as this."</p> + +<p>4. The landlord turned and looked at +me, as I began putting on my great-coat. +"Do you think that it is wise of you to +venture across the moor, when it is likely +to be so stormy?" said he.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[Pg 30]</a></span></p> + +<p>5. "It is a rough road at the best of +times, but on a bleak night with snow +there is real danger. The trap will take +you over in no time when it comes in, or +as soon as it is light in the morning."</p> + +<p>6. "My friend," said I, "do not think of +such a thing. I would not be away from +home to-morrow for all the world. It is +the birthday of my only little girl, and she +would think the day quite spoilt if her +father were not there.</p> + +<p>7. "I shall step out briskly, and be at +home long before dark. It is not three +o'clock yet," I added, pulling out my watch.</p> + +<p>"Well, I wish you a safe journey, sir," +said the landlord. "And also, many happy +returns of to-morrow."</p> + +<p>8. "Thank you, landlord," replied I, in +the same hearty tone. I shook hands with +him, for his face was a beaming and kindly +one, and I had known him since I was a +boy.</p> + +<p>9. As I went towards the outer door, +the landlord just behind me, his man darted +forward from a dark corner, and began to +bustle out in front of me.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[Pg 31]</a></span></p> + +<p>10. "Get out, you brute!" he said, in +an angry voice, as he made a savage kick +at something which was crouching in the +shadow of the doorstep.</p> + +<p class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> +<img src="images/image011.png" width="600" height="384" alt="POOR DOGGIE." title="POOR DOGGIE." /> +<span class="caption">POOR DOGGIE.</span> +</p> + +<p>11. An instant after, with a dismal yelp +of despair, a forlorn dog slunk away from +the door, and ran to hide under an empty +waggon which stood in the middle of the +road.</p> + +<p>12. "Get out! Be off!" again shouted +the man, and he made a pretence of stooping +with great fury to pick up a stone.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[Pg 32]</a></span> +The wretched dog, wild with terror, left +his hiding-place.</p> + +<p>13. With his drooping tail between his +legs, he crept to the gate of the yard, where +he again lay down and blinked his great +sad eyes at us, licking his hungry mouth +as if to beg for food.</p> + +<p>14. I was deeply touched at the sight +of this poor creature's distress, and I could +not help thinking how warm and well fed +I was myself, as well as the other two +men, while this wretched dog, for no fault +of his own, was starving.</p> + +<p>15. "Poor thing!" I said, and turning +to the landlord, added, "Do pray let some +one bring him a few scraps and bones from +the kitchen. I will gladly pay for one +good meal for him."</p> + +<p>16. "Oh no, oh dear no!" cried the landlord +and the man, both in a voice of horror. +"If we gave him food in this yard we +should never get rid of him.</p> + +<p>17. "We should have a bother with +starving dogs here, all the year round, +sir. Pray do not give him food here, I +beg."<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[Pg 33]</a></span></p> + +<hr style="width: 25%;" /> + +<p><i>Write:</i> A man saw a hungry dog at an +inn. He wished to feed him, but the landlord +said that he should never get rid of +the dog if he had food there.</p> + +<blockquote><p>Questions: 1. What sort of weather was it when the man was +at the inn? 2. What did the landlord advise him to do? +3. What did the man answer? 4. What did the traveller see +outside the inn door? 5. What did he wish to do for the +starving dog? 6. What did the landlord and his man say?</p></blockquote> + + +<h3>2. A KIND MAN.</h3> + +<p>1. I now felt that this landlord was not +a truly good and kind man, or he would +have taken pity on the outcast dog. As I +passed through the gate, the poor creature +huddled close against the wall.</p> + +<p>2. He had been taught to expect a kick +or a blow from each person who passed. I +stopped for a moment to look at him, and +said, "Poor fellow!" in a gentle tone.</p> + +<p>3. In an instant all the love and grief +in his doggish heart welled over, and with +a sharp cry of pain, which was like a prayer +to me, he drew himself along the ground +to my feet, yelping and wagging his tail at +the same time.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[Pg 34]</a></span></p> + +<p>4. He began to lick and fondle my feet, +and made the shining polish on them quite +dim with his muddy paws.</p> + +<p>"Poor old fellow!" I said again. "Come, +you shall have one good meal if money can +buy it."</p> + +<p>5. I walked out into the street, and +called him to follow. He thought it was +too good news to be true, and only came +for a few steps, then stopped to look with +a timid gaze into my face as if to question +me.</p> + +<p>6. "Come along, doggie," I replied, "do +not be afraid. I shall not hurt you. I mean +to be good to you, though you can hardly +believe it. Come and get some dinner."</p> + +<p>7. Made bold by my tone and manner, +the dog stuck close to me, and we went +along the High Street. All the shops +were gay and smart, but at first I could +not see one which the dog would have +thought a good shop.</p> + +<p>8. At last I found one where food of +all kinds was sold, and I walked in, my +humble friend at my heels giving a joyful +sniff at the pleasant smells.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[Pg 35]</a></span></p> + +<p class="figcenter" style="width: 343px;"> +<img src="images/image012.png" width="343" height="450" alt="TRUSTY'S MEAL." title="TRUSTY'S MEAL." /> +<span class="caption">TRUSTY'S MEAL.</span> +</p> + +<p>9. Whole crowds of men and women +were eating at the little tables of which +the shop was full. I pushed my way up +to a counter, and said to the master of the +shop,</p> + +<p>10. "Just look at this poor dog. I +want him to have a good meal of meat.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[Pg 36]</a></span> +Give him plenty of scraps, and I will pay +you for them."</p> + +<p>11. The man looked at me as if he doubted +what I meant, and he seemed to think that +I must be crazy to wish to buy a dinner +for a dog.</p> + +<p>12. But when he saw that I was in +earnest, he quickly fetched a great heap of +scraps and bones, which he put down outside +the door.</p> + +<p>13. Upon these my dog friend fell, as if +he had been a starving wolf, but he did +not forget to glance up at me before he +began with such a grateful look, and to +give his tail one quick wag of thanks.</p> + +<p>14. I could not wait to see him eat as +much as he liked. "I must be off," said +I to the man.</p> + +<p>15. "Here Johnny," called the master of +the shop, when I was going away, "just +come here, and keep your eye on this stray +dog; see that he is not driven away till he +has eaten all he wants, and fetch him a +drop of water."</p> + +<p>16. I thanked the man for his kindness +and paid for the meat, and I did not forget<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[Pg 37]</a></span> +to leave a penny for the little boy who +was keeping guard over the poor dog.</p> + +<hr style="width: 25%;" /> + +<p><i>Write:</i> The poor dog was taken to a +shop and well fed. The kind man who +bought him a meal took care that he was +not driven away till he had eaten it.</p> + +<blockquote><p>Questions: 1. How did the landlord show that he was not a +truly kind and good man? 2. What did the poor dog do when +the traveller passed out at the gate? 3. Where did the kind +man take the dog? 4. What did he give the dog in the shop? +5. Why could not he wait to see the dog eat? 6. Who watched +while the dog ate his meal?</p></blockquote> + + +<h3>3. LOST ON THE MOOR.</h3> + +<p>1. As I went along, more than one person +who passed me on the way said, "We +shall have a wild night, sir, I advise you +to hurry into shelter."</p> + +<p>2. As I set foot upon the first part of +the wide, open moor, where the narrow +path could hardly be seen in the twilight, +a few flakes of snow began to fall.</p> + +<p>3. For a moment I began to wonder +whether it would not be better, even now,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[Pg 38]</a></span> +to turn back and stay in the town for that +night.</p> + +<p>4. But thinking that my wife and dear +little girl would be both sorry and anxious +when I did not appear, I put a stout +heart into the matter, and strode boldly +forward.</p> + +<p>5. The snowflakes came down thicker +and faster, my beard and the front of my +coat were quite white, the great brown +moor changed first to a grey, and then to +pure dazzling white too.</p> + +<p>6. The whirling flakes blinded me, I felt +giddy from the cold. The storm was now +upon me with full fury, the wind almost +lifted me from my feet.</p> + +<p>7. I trusted that the sudden gale would +soon pass over, and folding my arms close +to my body, tried to struggle forward still. +But so far from getting better, the weather +grew worse each moment.</p> + +<p>8. With a dreadful feeling of despair, +I found that I could no longer find my way. +I did not know where my home lay, nor +how I must turn my face in order to reach +it. I cried to God for mercy.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[Pg 39]</a></span></p> + +<p>9. I now felt that I had been very +foolish in trying to get across the moor on +such a night. Perhaps I might never see +my wife and dear child again.</p> + +<p>10. The bitter wind seemed to pierce +through my clothes, I was fast getting +drowsy and ready to fall down. Then the +snow would soon have buried me, and no +one would have seen me alive again.</p> + +<p>11. A groan broke from my lips as I +looked around at the waste of snow, but I +was at the same instant startled to hear a +low, plaintive whine close at hand.</p> + +<p>12. I turned and saw a large, thin, +starved-looking dog sitting close behind. +He gazed in a troubled way into my face, +when I turned round. It was my poor +fellow of the inn door!</p> + +<p>13. As he crept along over the snow to +my feet, he seemed with the same humble +love to say, "Do not send me away, let me +come with you. You are the only person +who has shown me mercy."</p> + +<p>14. I stooped and patted him on the +head. "Good dog!" I said, "have you +found me out? Come now, I wish you<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[Pg 40]</a></span> +could show me the way home, or else I am +afraid we shall both be frozen to death."</p> + +<p>15. He seemed to know what I meant +in some strange way, and just then I heard +far off a church clock strike, which I knew +must be in the town I had left behind.</p> + +<p>16. This was a help, for I now knew that +if I turned my back on the place from +which the sound came, I should be right in +keeping straight on.</p> + +<hr style="width: 25%;" /> + +<p><i>Write:</i> The storm grew worse. When +the man had lost his way on the moor, he +saw the dog which he had fed at the inn +sitting behind him.</p> + +<blockquote><p>Questions: 1. What did more than one person say as the man +began his walk? 2. As he began to cross the moor, what did +he see? 3. Did the weather grow any better? 4. What did he +see sitting close to him when he turned round? 5. What did +the dog seem to say? 6. What did the traveller hear far off?</p></blockquote> + + +<h3>4. TRUSTY FINDS THE WAY.</h3> + +<p>1. I pointed out to the dog the way I +wished to go, and with a wag of his tail, +the wise creature trotted on slowly in<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[Pg 41]</a></span> +front. He seemed to feel that he had the +charge of me and had been trusted.</p> + +<p class="figcenter" style="width: 333px;"> +<img src="images/image013.png" width="333" height="450" alt="A BITTER NIGHT." title="A BITTER NIGHT." /> +<span class="caption">A BITTER NIGHT.</span> +</p> + +<p>2. We had not gone far before he gave +a whine, and coming quite close to me, +stared in my face, and changed his course. +He seemed to beg me to turn aside to the +right.</p> + +<p>3. I went as he asked me, and as I<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[Pg 42]</a></span> +was going, I tried with my stick to poke +the ground from which the dog had wished +to turn. I wanted to know why he was +not willing to let me tread just there.</p> + +<p>4. I found that a deep pond, over which +a slight cover of ice and snow were spread, +was close beside us. It was an old pit in +which water had frozen.</p> + +<p>5. Had I set my foot on it I must have +sunk down and I never could have risen. +"A few inches closer to the edge and +I must have been drowned!" cried I +aloud, and did not forget to thank God for +the escape.</p> + +<p>6. The dog now stopped a few feet off as +if to watch whether I was coming, and +again trotted forward as I praised him +and began to follow.</p> + +<p>7. Soon he gave a second whine, and +again seemed to wish me to turn aside. I +trod in his footprints, and again was safe. +I was now nearly ready to faint from cold.</p> + +<p>8. "Go on, good dog," said I to my +faithful guide, "lead me home quickly, or +I shall die." He gave a hoarse bark in +reply, as if to bid me keep a good heart.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[Pg 43]</a></span></p> + +<p>9. I was just falling down, for I could +walk no further, when he gave a short, eager +bark of joy; at least it seemed like joy, I +thought, but my ears were deaf, and my +eyes dim.</p> + +<p>10. I gave one last hopeless glance +around, and saw something large and dark +in front. It was a wooden shed, the black +inside of which showed plainly against the +whiteness all around.</p> + +<p>11. I knew that it must be one of the +huts which the men used who were digging +peat on the moor, and the thought filled +me with terror, for I knew that these huts +were very far away from my home.</p> + +<p>12. But all other feelings went from me +now; I had a strong wish to rest, and that +was all. I crept into the hut and lay down, +thinking that I would wait there till the +storm was over.</p> + +<p>13. The dog came in after me, and laid +himself down close to my side. I felt +more sleepy than I had ever done in my +life before, my eyes ached, and bright lights +seemed to be flashing in front of them.</p> + +<p>14. I thought of my home, wife, and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[Pg 44]</a></span> +child, and then sleep stole upon me. Once +I woke with the hoarse bark of the dog +ringing in my ears. He was doing his best +to wake me from the sleep which must end +in death out there on the bitter moor.</p> + +<p>15. A second time he roused me, and I +felt that he had now crept very close to my +breast, and with his fore paws resting on +my shoulders, was licking my face with his +warm tongue.</p> + +<p>16. In the act of stroking him and speaking +a kindly word, I again sank to sleep, +and after that I forgot all about the dog, +the shed, and the cold moor. I dreamt +of home, my little girl, and my dear wife.</p> + +<hr style="width: 25%;" /> + +<p><i>Write:</i> The dog led the man to a hut. +On the way there he saved him from falling +into a deep pit. The dog did his best +to keep the man from falling asleep.</p> + +<blockquote><p>Questions: 1. What did the man point out to the dog? +2. What did he do to take care of the man on the way? +3. Where did he lead the man? 4. What did the man feel before +he was in the hut? 5. How did the dog try to keep him awake? +6. If he had been allowed to sleep in the snow what would have +happened to the man?</p></blockquote><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[Pg 45]</a></span></p> + + +<h3>5. SAVED BY TRUSTY.</h3> + +<p>1. I knew nothing more about myself +until I slowly waked in a warm room, and +saw many strange faces round me.</p> + +<p class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> +<img src="images/image014.png" width="600" height="344" alt="CALLING FOR HELP." title="CALLING FOR HELP." /> +<span class="caption">CALLING FOR HELP.</span> +</p> + +<p>"Oh, thank God!" cried a voice near +me, "the poor man is getting better."</p> + +<p>2. "What is the matter?" said I, for I +seemed not to know what all the fuss was +about.</p> + +<p>"Here, my dear sir, drink this," said +a voice, and a cup of steaming hot coffee +was placed at my lips.</p> + +<p>3. I drank it slowly, and then all that<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[Pg 46]</a></span> +I had gone through rushed into my mind. +"What is the time?" I asked of the person +who had given me the hot coffee. He +held my pulse, and I thought that he was +a doctor.</p> + +<p>4. "Within ten minutes of midnight," +was the answer. "And it has taken hours +to bring you round. I was almost giving +you up for dead."</p> + +<p>"You found me on the moor?"</p> + +<p>5. "Yes, half buried in the snow. You +may thank your dog for your life."</p> + +<p>"My dog? I have no dog," said I, for +I did not think of my poor friend at the +moment.</p> + +<p>6. "Yes; if it had not been for his faithful +barking and howling, we should not have +set out to seek you. My wife heard him, +and she said that some one must be lost on +the moor.</p> + +<p>7. "The dog guided us to the shed. He +had kept your face clear of snow by licking +it, and had kept a little warmth in +your body by lying on it; if he had not, +you would now have been dead. We dug +you out, and brought you here."<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[Pg 47]</a></span></p> + +<p>8. I thanked the doctor for his goodness, +but my mind was chiefly fixed on that +other friend, who was not dumb, for he +had spoken for me after his own plan.</p> + +<p>9. How great a reward he had given +me for a few bones and a friendly word!</p> + +<p>"Where is he now?" I asked in an +eager tone.</p> + +<p>"Who?—the dog? Oh, he is tied up in +the stable.</p> + +<p>10. "He was so much in the way, and +did so much to hinder us by his attempts +to show his fondness for you, that we had to +shut him up. Hark! Do you hear him?"</p> + +<p>11. As the doctor spoke, a long, doleful +howl was borne past the windows of the +room. It seemed to speak of pain, longing, +reproach: all feelings that a dog who +had been ill repaid for his love could put +into the sound.</p> + +<p>12. "Oh, let him out, please! let him +out, do!" cried I. "I cannot bear to hear +him howl like that."</p> + +<p>I then told them the story of the dog. +And in the midst of the surprise which all +felt at hearing it, he came in.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[Pg 48]</a></span></p> + +<p>13. At a word from me, he jumped up +by the side of the bed, and barked out all +his joy at seeing me again. You may be +sure that the dog was not left behind when +I started that next day for home.</p> + +<p class="figcenter" style="width: 387px;"> +<img src="images/image015.png" width="387" height="450" alt="GRATEFUL FRIENDS." title="GRATEFUL FRIENDS." /> +<span class="caption">GRATEFUL FRIENDS.</span> +</p> + +<p>14. And you may guess what my wife +and little girl thought of him. They gave +him the name of Trusty, which he had +well earned.</p> + +<p>15. He had a share of the birthday feast,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[Pg 49]</a></span> +which took place a day later than the right +one. No one at the table enjoyed a taste +of each dish more than Trusty.</p> + +<p>16. The fruit was the only thing which +he did not care for. His looks improved +day after day. He is my friend and the +dearly loved playmate of my little girl.</p> + +<p>17. I often look back with a most thankful +heart to the day that I met him at the +inn-door, and my wife has always a pat, a +loving word, and a treat in the shape of +some nice bone, for our Trusty.</p> + +<hr style="width: 25%;" /> + +<p><i>Write:</i> When the poor man waked from +his sleep he found himself in a room. The +dog had been tied up in a stable, but was +soon let loose.</p> + +<blockquote><p>Questions: 1. Where did the poor man find himself when he +woke? 2. Where had the dog been tied up? 3. What did the +man say when he heard the dog howling? 4. What did the +doctor tell him about the dog? 5. When was the birthday feast +held, and who enjoyed a taste of each dish? 6. What did the +dog become, and what was he named?</p></blockquote> + + + +<hr style="width: 45%;" /><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[Pg 50]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="OUT_IN_THE_COLD" id="OUT_IN_THE_COLD"></a>OUT IN THE COLD.</h2> + + +<h3>1. POOR OLD BROWNIE.</h3> + +<p>1. "What a sharp night it is, Peter, to be +sure!" said a pale woman to her husband, +as she sat rocking her baby in its cradle +by the fire.</p> + +<p class="figleft" style="width: 289px;"> +<img src="images/image016.png" width="289" height="400" alt="" title="" /> +</p> + +<p>2. She had been +but poorly, and +had felt the cold +very much. +"Very sharp, indeed!" +said her +husband. "I feel +pains in all my +poor old bones."</p> + +<p>3. "If you and I feel +cold here," said he, "by +the warm fire, after our +good supper, what must it be outside, for +those poor souls that have nothing to eat, +and no fire?"<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[Pg 51]</a></span></p> + +<p>4. "Ah, bad indeed!" said his wife. +"And for the poor dumb beasts, too. How +glad I am that we had that nice dry house +made for the cow this summer, and the +new place for the cocks and hens!</p> + +<p>5. "They would have been half frozen +under that broken roof as it used to be +when we first came here."</p> + +<p>6. Her eldest child, a little-girl, looked +up from her knitting. "The hens are all +quite snug, mother, Fluffy and Biddy and +the rest. I peeped in just now, after they +were gone to roost."</p> + +<p>7. "You are always a kind little one to +the dumb things," said her father, stroking +the soft brown head of Mercy, who had +just spoken. "And so is my little Nelly, +too," he added, looking fondly at the +second child, who sat on his knee.</p> + +<p>8. "It is getting late for the children, +Peter," said his wife. "Shall Mercy read +a bit, before we go to bed?" So Mercy, +who was a good scholar, took the Bible +from the shelf and read aloud a few verses +which her father found for her.</p> + +<p>9. They told of the manger, and of how<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[Pg 52]</a></span> +the ox and the ass stood by one bitter +night like this, when the infant Christ was +laid in it long ago. "Thank you, dear," +said her mother, when Mercy had done. +"Now run up to your warm bed."</p> + +<p>10. "Oh look, Mercy, how nice!" cried +little Nelly, "we have got a new blanket!" +"That is because the squire sent it to +mother; a big new thick one," said her +sister. "How warm we shall be!"</p> + +<p>11. Nelly began to make great haste, +while Mercy went to the window and +looked out.</p> + +<p>"How thick the snow is!" she said. +"And how white it looks in the moonshine!</p> + +<p>12. "But what is that dark thing standing +by the old shed?" Nelly ran up and +pressed her little face against the window +to peep out too. "Why, it is a donkey!" +she cried. "How did it get there?"</p> + +<p>13. "I tell you what," said Mercy, "it +is our poor old Brownie, that father sold +last week to Mr. Smith, that he might +pay the doctor's bill with the money.</p> + +<p>14. "He had spent all we had in getting +things for mother when she was ill, you<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[Pg 53]</a></span> +know, and in bread for us. So poor +Brownie had to go."</p> + +<p>15. "Why does he not go into the +shed? How stupid of him to stand there! +And why did he not stay with Mr. Smith, +I wonder?"</p> + +<p>"I suppose he could not help thinking +about us, and that is why he came back," +said Mercy. "Perhaps Mr. Smith has no +little girls to pet him, and maybe he is not +so good to him as father was."</p> + +<hr style="width: 25%;" /> + +<p><i>Write:</i> Two little girls went to their +warm beds. As they looked out at the +window they saw a donkey. It stood out +in the cold.</p> + +<blockquote><p>Questions: 1. What sort of night did Peter think it was? +2. What was his wife so glad to think of? 3. What did Mercy +say about the hens' house? 4. What did the children see when +they looked out at the window? 5. What did Mercy think was +the reason why the donkey had come back?</p></blockquote> + + +<h3>2. A KIND ACT.</h3> + +<p>1. Mercy and her little sister watched +at the window for a minute or two more, +but the creature did not move.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[Pg 54]</a></span></p> + +<p>2. And Mercy cried out, "Oh, I quite +forgot! Of course, the shed door is shut! +Father has put his tools there, his spade +and rake.</p> + +<p>3. "When Brownie was sold the straw +which was his bed was taken out, and +some sacks of corn and barley were kept +there instead.</p> + +<p>4. "Poor Brownie! I dare say he wonders +why his nice old house is shut up so +that he cannot get in!"</p> + +<p>5. "I will give him some bread from my +breakfast in the morning, because it is +Christmas Day," said little Nelly. "He +will like that, won't he?"</p> + +<p>6. Her sister made no answer, but, moving +from the window, she took down from +a peg her hat and thick jacket. She put +them on.</p> + +<p>7. "Why, Mercy!" said Nelly, who +looked with much surprise at what her +sister was doing; "what are you doing? +You cannot be going out now in the +snow?"</p> + +<p>8. "Do not make a noise," said Mercy. +"You know that mother is not well, and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[Pg 55]</a></span> +perhaps she is just dropping off to sleep. +I cannot bear to leave him freezing out +there all night,—Christmas Eve and all!</p> + +<p class="figcenter" style="width: 402px;"> +<img src="images/image017.png" width="402" height="450" alt="OUT IN THE COLD." title="OUT IN THE COLD." /> +<span class="caption">OUT IN THE COLD.</span> +</p> + +<p>9. "I could not creep under the warm +blanket and forget him. No one will +see him but us, for only our window<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[Pg 56]</a></span> +looks this way. So I am just going to +run out and get the shed open for him."</p> + +<p>10. "Oh, sister, you will be so cold! +Cannot you ask father to go?"</p> + +<p>"Oh, you heard him say that he had +pains in all his bones. Now be a good +child, Nelly, and get quick into bed. I +shall soon be back."</p> + +<p>11. With these words Mercy tied on a +great scarf which was once her father's +round her neck, crept down stairs without +making the least noise, and out at the back +door.</p> + +<p>12. Once out of shelter of the house, it +was, as she thought with a shiver, "a +bitter night." The snow was no longer +falling, but a keen wind swept over the +white face of the earth and stirred up the +snow.</p> + +<p>13. It piled heaps of it up into strange +shapes. The frost was so hard that the +feet of the child did not sink into it as she +ran along.</p> + +<p>14. Very soon she reached the shed, outside +of which the donkey stood, a picture +of patient despair. She plunged through<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[Pg 57]</a></span> +a great heap of drifted snow and reached +its side. She patted his rough coat.</p> + +<p>15. "Oh, Brownie," she cried, "how +cold you are! I must get this door open +for you somehow." She pulled it, she +jerked it, she kicked it, she shook down +showers of snow on herself, and that was +all.</p> + +<p>16. It was in vain to try. It was frozen +hard, and do what she would, she could not +stir it an inch. It was hopeless. "Oh, +what can I do for you, Brownie?" she +thought, ready to cry with grief.</p> + +<p>17. "I do so wish you were not so big, +and I could take you up the stairs into our +bed-room!" And Mercy half laughed at +the idea of taking the donkey to bed with +her.</p> + +<p>18. She gave one last, hard hit and a +rattle at the unkind door. "I cannot get +it open, Brownie, and I must go home +again. It will not do you any good if I +stay out here with you."</p> + +<p>19. Slowly the child moved away. If it +had seemed cold when she first came out, +it seemed ten times colder now. And she<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[Pg 58]</a></span> +saw the sad look which the poor beast +cast after her when she left him. Mercy +could not forget it.</p> + +<hr style="width: 25%;" /> + +<p><i>Write:</i> Mercy went out into the cold +that she might open the shed door. She +wished to let the donkey in. But she +could not open it.</p> + +<blockquote><p>Questions: 1. What did Mercy remember about the shed? +2. What did she put on? 3. Where did she go? 4. What +was the weather like outside the house? 5. What did she find +on trying to open the shed door? 6. What was it that Mercy +could not forget?</p></blockquote> + + +<h3>3. THE OLD SHED.</h3> + +<p>1. All of a sudden, as Mercy had quite +made up her mind to leave Brownie, and +was half way across the yard to her own +door, a thought struck her.</p> + +<p>2. There was an old shed which had once +been the stable of a donkey, quite at the +far end of the garden.</p> + +<p>3. Her father had turned it into a pigsty; +but he had left off keeping pigs for +some time. It was a clean place, for Peter<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[Pg 59]</a></span> +did not let his pigs live in a dirty sty as +some people do.</p> + +<p>4. Some dry straw was in it, and some +roots stored for the winter. It would be +just the place if only she could get Brownie +there.</p> + +<p>5. In a moment she turned back to hurry +again over the heap of snow to the place +where the donkey still stood. He could +do nothing for himself to make things +better.</p> + +<p>6. All that he could do was to bear +them without any complaint. Poor thing! +He was stiff with cold, and seemed not to +wish to move. But Mercy knew what +was for his good.</p> + +<p>7. She meant to do what was best for +poor Brownie, whether he knew it or not. +So she talked to him, patted him, and +coaxed him till at last he let her lead him +down to the old shed at the bottom of the +garden.</p> + +<p>8. "This is lucky for you, Brownie," +cried she, feeling very proud at her success. +There was a bundle of hay in one corner, +of which she shook down a nice soft armful.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60">[Pg 60]</a></span></p> + +<p>9. And then she gave Brownie one good +brisk rubbing with some of the straw, +to warm them both. She made him a bed +of straw too.</p> + +<p>10. Brownie was glad to nibble a mouthful +while this was being done. Then she +took some fine carrots from a shelf, and +put them in front of him. Oh, how +Brownie did munch those fresh juicy roots!</p> + +<p>11. Lastly, she found a bucket of clean +water which had not long been drawn from +the well, and which had only a thin coating +of ice on the top.</p> + +<p>12. It had been set in the shed ready +for making some mortar, with which father +was going to plaster up the cracks in the +wall.</p> + +<p>13. Brownie seemed almost more glad of +the water than of the food. He took a +long drink, and turned to thank Mercy +with his great deep dark eyes.</p> + +<p>14. "Now, poor old fellow, I think you +will do," said the child. "I could not bear +to leave you out this bitter night, and now +I must be getting home, for the snow has +soaked through my boots."<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61">[Pg 61]</a></span></p> + +<p>15. She stopped fondling and stroking +the donkey, but he would follow her, +rubbing his soft nose against her hand. +"Oh, go back again, do, dear Brownie!" +she said.</p> + +<p class="figcenter" style="width: 567px;"> +<img src="images/image018.png" width="567" height="450" alt="THE OLD SHED." title="THE OLD SHED." /> +<span class="caption">THE OLD SHED.</span> +</p> + +<p>16. "You really must not come out +with me!" Shutting the little gate, which +had once been the front door of the pigsty, +she ran back to the cottage.</p> + +<hr style="width: 25%;" /> + +<p><i>Write:</i> At last the little girl thought of<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_62" id="Page_62">[Pg 62]</a></span> +a shed. It was at the end of the garden, +and it was a clean place. She put the +donkey there and fed him well.</p> + +<blockquote><p>Questions: 1. What thought struck Mercy as she was going +back? 2. What sort of shed was it? 3. What did she do for +Brownie first? 4. What did she give him to lie on? 5. What +did she find for him to eat? 6. What did she give him besides +food?</p></blockquote> + + +<h3>4. A HAPPY CHRISTMAS.</h3> + +<p>1. But when she came to the back door +at which she had come out, Mercy found +a great trouble. She lifted the latch, but +the door did not open.</p> + +<p>2. She gave a pull, a second pull, and +then a tug with all her might; but it still +held fast. "Why," she thought, "I am as +badly off as the donkey. I shall have to +go into the pigsty with him!"</p> + +<p>3. She had been out much longer than +she thought. And while she had been +taking care of Brownie her father had +turned the big key in the door and gone +to bed.</p> + +<p>4. What was to be done? It would<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63">[Pg 63]</a></span> +never do to wake up poor tired father, +and bring him out in the cold too. So she +stood there trying to puzzle out some +plan for getting in.</p> + +<p>5. The bright moonlight showed her a +way to do it. The cottage was a low one, +and just under the window of the room +where she and Nelly slept, was a bench.</p> + +<p>6. Standing on tiptoe upon this, Mercy +found that she could reach the branches +of an old vine tree, which grew over the +walls of the little house.</p> + +<p>7. She could climb up into this, and so +get near the bedroom window. It was +easy enough to scramble up in summer +time, but not so easy now.</p> + +<p>8. The boughs were a sheet of ice, and +her fingers so cold that they could hardly +take hold of them. At last, after many +slips and frights, she was safely up.</p> + +<p>9. But what would little Nelly think of +seeing her sister outside the window, asking +to be let in, as their pussy cat often +did?</p> + +<p>10. She was sound asleep too, and had +to be wakened by many hard taps at the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_64" id="Page_64">[Pg 64]</a></span> +glass. First, Nelly felt fear at seeing a +face looking in at her.</p> + +<p>11. But she soon knew who it was. "Oh +Mercy," cried Nelly, "how long you have +been! What have you been at? And +why did you come back this way?"</p> + +<p>12. "Get into bed again, there's a dear," +said Mercy, "and I will tell you all about +it." Nelly kept awake to listen, as Mercy +told her the story.</p> + +<p>13. And she could not help clapping +her hands to think of how snug poor +old Brownie was now. Mercy knelt down +to say her prayers before she got into +bed.</p> + +<p>14. She felt very thankful that she had +been able to do one kindness to a creature +like that ass which once stood in the stall +beside the "new-born King."</p> + +<p>15. Next morning, as soon as the house +was tidy, Mercy ran out to see the donkey. +More snow had fallen in the night, and had +filled up all her footmarks, so that she might +have thought it all a dream.</p> + +<p>16. But just as she reached the pigsty +she heard a loud bray, which was Brownie's<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_65" id="Page_65">[Pg 65]</a></span> +way of saying "A Merry Christmas" to his +friends.</p> + +<p>17. "You did quite right, my child," +said her father, when Mercy told him of +her work the last night. "I think that +Smith does not treat him well.</p> + +<p>18. "And I will tell you what, children, +I am going to-morrow to see Mr. Smith and +buy our Brownie back again. I cannot get +on without him, I find.</p> + +<p>19. "Now that your mother is well again +we shall do better, and last week I put by +the money for Brownie. So you need +never say good-bye to him again."</p> + +<p>20. You may be sure that there was a +happy Christmas at the cottage for Peter +and his wife, and for the children, as well +as for poor Brownie.</p> + +<p>21. "How very glad I am that I went +out to him that night!" said Mercy to her +father. "It was not much to do, only it +was Christmas Eve, and I thought—"</p> + +<p>22. "You thought what?" said her +father.</p> + +<p>"Only," she said, in a low voice, "I +could not forget that Christ let the ox and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_66" id="Page_66">[Pg 66]</a></span> +the ass be with Him in the stable. And I +thought that He would not be pleased +if we left poor Brownie out in the cold."</p> + +<hr style="width: 25%;" /> + +<p><i>Write:</i> Mercy was forced to get in at +the window. She got up by the vine tree. +Her little sister let her in. Peter said he +should buy the donkey back.</p> + +<blockquote><p>Questions: 1. What trouble did Mercy find at her door? +2. How did she get up to the window? 3. What was Nelly +doing? 4. What did Peter say when his child told him what +she had done for the donkey? 5. What did he say about Mr. +Smith? 6. What did he mean to do for Brownie?</p></blockquote> + +<hr style="width: 45%;" /><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67">[Pg 67]</a></span></p> +<h2>THE STORY OF A FLY.</h2> + + +<h3>1. ROSE.</h3> + + +<p class="figleft" style="width: 254px;"> +<img src="images/image019.png" width="254" height="450" alt="" title="" /> +</p> + +<p>1. The first time +that I ever used my +wings was in flying +from behind a red +curtain. It was in a +warm nice breakfast-room. +The master of +it was called Mr. Sutton.</p> + +<p>2. I settled on a pretty +white cap on the head of his +wife. She was just making the +tea, and her husband was sitting +on the other side of the table.</p> + +<p>3. "Well," said Mr. Sutton, "when I +talk of lazy folks, of course I do not suppose +that any person thinks himself idle.</p> + +<p>4. "Some people think that so long as<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_68" id="Page_68">[Pg 68]</a></span> +they are doing something or other they are +busy. I suppose that I am an idle old +fellow myself, for spending time in reading +the paper.</p> + +<p>5. "The right thing to think is, have +I been doing what is of any use, eh?" +said the old man, pushing up his glasses +and looking at his little grandchild.</p> + +<p>6. "Have you done a single thing that +is of any use this morning, Rose?" Rose +hung her head for a moment. Then she +lifted her face brightly, and said, "Only +one little thing, grandpa."</p> + +<p>7. "What was it, dear?"</p> + +<p>"I am not quite sure that it was a real +good thing," Rose went on, "but I found a +poor little butterfly that had fallen into a +pool in the garden, where the rain had come.</p> + +<p>8. "Its wings were wet, and it could not +fly up. So I took it up and put it in the +sun on the wall, and soon it was well."</p> + +<p>9. Mrs. Sutton looked at Rose in a loving +way. "I am quite sure that it was a 'real +good thing' if you are not," said the old +lady. "And so that was partly why you +were late?"<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69">[Pg 69]</a></span></p> + +<p>10. "Yes, granny."</p> + +<p>"Well, the little butterfly is all the +better, though you were the worse for +having cold toast. But that is not much +to bear for the sake of saving a little life, +is it?"</p> + +<p>11. And all this time I had been feasting +on the sweet white lumps of sugar. No +one took any notice of me, and so I went +on, till one lump began to grow quite small.</p> + +<p>12. "Look, here is a little house-fly!" +said Rose. "He is standing quite still on +a lump of sugar. What is he doing, +granny?"</p> + +<p>"He is eating it, dear."</p> + +<p>"Can he bite it up?"</p> + +<p>13. "Bite it up! No," said Mr. Sutton, +putting down his paper and coming up to +us. "The fly has no teeth, he has a trunk. +He sends down some juice through his +trunk on to the sugar.</p> + +<p>14 "This juice melts it, and then he +sucks it up again."</p> + +<p>"How clever!" said Rose. "I wish he +would let me touch him." And she put +out one finger very softly towards me.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_70" id="Page_70">[Pg 70]</a></span></p> + +<p>15. Now though I am a brave fly now, +I could not bear at that time to see the +hand of any person come near me. Though +I would perch on the top of it, I did not +like to be touched by it.</p> + +<p>16. So I flew up in a great hurry, and +pitched on some dark stuff which smelt +like new hay, and which stood on the side +table in a box. Rose did not see where I +went. "Oh, how fast he went off!" she +said.</p> + +<hr style="width: 25%;" /> + +<p><i>Write:</i> Rose saved the life of a butterfly. +She found it in a little pool. She set it in +the sun to dry its wings. It was a useful +thing to do.</p> + +<blockquote><p>Questions: 1. What had Rose found in the garden? 2. +What did she do for the little butterfly? 3. How did the fly eat +sugar without any teeth? 4. What did Rose wish to do? +5. What did the fly think about being touched? 6. What did +he do when he saw the hand of Rose near him?</p></blockquote> + + +<h3>2. IN THE TEA-CADDY.</h3> + +<p>1. "Now, granny," said Rose, when the +breakfast was done, "I will not forget, to-day +at least, to lock up the tea-caddy."<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_71" id="Page_71">[Pg 71]</a></span></p> + +<p>2. So she took up the sugar-basin, fitted +it into a little place made for it inside the +box where I sat, and, before I had any idea +of what she was doing, she shut down the +lid.</p> + +<p>3. I was now, for the first time, left in +the dark. And I began to think what a +pleasant thing the sunshine was, and to +wonder when I should be let out again.</p> + +<p>4. But I must say that I found the sugar +a great comfort. I went on eating it as long +as I could. If I was to be locked up at all, +I could not have been locked into a better +place.</p> + +<p>5. The sugar-basin was full and there +were enough lumps in it to last a fly of my +size all his life. But of course one might +get tired of it, in time.</p> + +<p>6. But I was not tired yet. So I ate and +ate, until I began to feel my legs ache and +my wings very heavy. Just then I heard a +loud noise, and a light broke into my prison.</p> + +<p>7. It was Rose turning the key in the +lock and lifting the lid of the tea-caddy. +"Oh, granny!" cried she, "here is a poor +fly that can hardly move."<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_72" id="Page_72">[Pg 72]</a></span></p> + +<p>8. "I am afraid, dear, that the poor fly +must thank himself for that," said Mrs. +Sutton, looking closely at me. "He has +been a little glutton, I fear, and has eaten +so much sugar that he can hardly move."</p> + +<p>9. "Poor little fellow," said Rose, "I will +not hurt him. He shall go out of doors +on to the cool grass and get well again.</p> + +<p>10. "I dare say that, though he is not +quite so pretty as a butterfly, he likes to +be alive." So Rose took me up between +her finger and thumb as gently as she +could, but oh, what great big hands they +seemed to me!</p> + +<p>11. And my poor sides were pinched +black and blue. That is the reason why +I cannot bear one of the great hands +which belong to men and women to catch +hold of me.</p> + +<p>12. You see we tiny flies are made so +lightly, and we are so small. A mere +touch will crush our dainty wings, or break +our slender legs, or hurt our eyes.</p> + +<p>13. How thankful I am that we have +eyes that can see behind and all round us +as well as in front!<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_73" id="Page_73">[Pg 73]</a></span></p> + +<p>14. We are able to get away, thanks to +these eyes, when we see a great hand +coming to catch us. Even a baby's hand +seems like that of a giant to us.</p> + +<p class="figcenter" style="width: 231px;"> +<img src="images/image020.png" width="231" height="450" alt="ROSE DID HER BEST FOR ME." title="ROSE DID HER BEST FOR ME." /> +<span class="caption">ROSE DID HER BEST FOR ME.</span> +</p> + +<p>15. But dear Rose did her best for me, +and put me in a spoon to carry. At the +same time I did wish that the sugar had +not been quite so nice, and that I had not +taken so much of it.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_74" id="Page_74">[Pg 74]</a></span></p> + +<p>16. The fresh air of the garden, the +sunshine, and the flowers did me a great +deal of good, after being shut up in the tea-caddy. +At night I slept in a lily bell.</p> + +<hr style="width: 25%;" /> + +<p><i>Write:</i> The fly was shut into a tea-caddy +by mistake. He ate so much sugar +that he could hardly fly. Rose put him +out of doors to get well.</p> + +<blockquote><p>Questions: 1. What did Rose do after breakfast? 2. What +did the fly do inside the tea-caddy? 3. What did Rose say when +she opened it again? 4. What did her grandmother say? +5. What did Rose do for the fly? 6. Why does not the fly like +to be touched?</p></blockquote> + + +<h3>3. I FALL INTO THE CREAM.</h3> + +<p>1. The next morning I flew in at the +window. Rose had soon done her breakfast, +and she locked up the caddy again, with +me outside this time.</p> + +<p>2. Though I did not fancy any sweets +on that morning, I saw something in a +small jug on the table which I thought +looked even nicer. It was yellow and +rather thick.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_75" id="Page_75">[Pg 75]</a></span></p> + +<p>3. I went down to see what sort of stuff +it was. It could not hurt me, at any rate, +to dip one of my feet in, or the tip of my +trunk, and see whether cream was better +and more wholesome than sugar.</p> + +<p class="figcenter" style="width: 511px;"> +<img src="images/image021.png" width="511" height="450" alt="SOMETHING IN A SMALL JUG." title="SOMETHING IN A SMALL JUG." /> +<span class="caption">SOMETHING IN A SMALL JUG.</span> +</p> + +<p>4. I slid with care down the sides of the +jug, holding firmly on with the little soles +of my feet, which, I am thankful to say,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_76" id="Page_76">[Pg 76]</a></span> +have suckers on them which make it easy +for me to run where I like without falling.</p> + +<p>5. I tasted cream for the first time In my +life. What a happy moment it was! I +tasted it a second time, a third, and a +fourth time, and after that I became so +greedy for more that I lost my balance +and in I went plump!</p> + +<p>6. At first I kicked about as hard as I +could, and tried to keep my wings clear. +But they soon got cold, and stuck to my +sides.</p> + +<p>7. And then I could only go round +and round the place, looking with despair +at the steep sides of the cream-jug, which +seemed far larger and steeper than they +had done before my sad mishap.</p> + +<p>8. I was growing tired of the struggle, +my body began to sink in the cream, and +even my eyes were dimmed by it, so that I +could hardly see where I was going.</p> + +<p>9. Thomas the servant came in to take +away the breakfast things, and the jolt he +gave the cream-jug in moving it closer to +the tea-pot nearly drowned me. I was +half dead.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_77" id="Page_77">[Pg 77]</a></span></p> + +<p>10. But Rose was again my friend, +though she did not mean to do what she +then did. Rushing into the room to fetch +a book which she had left on the window +seat, she ran against Thomas, and pushed +his elbow.</p> + +<p>11. This jerked the cream-jug so that it +upset and I was upset with it. I felt myself +crawling along in a great white flood +over the table-cloth, but still I had land +under my feet.</p> + +<p>12. "My dear Rose," said Mrs. Sutton, +"how often I have begged you not to rush +into the room in that rough way. You +nearly knocked down Thomas, and see how +his sleeve is messed with greasy cream!"</p> + +<p>13. "I am very sorry, granny," said +Rose, "but I forgot this book, and Miss +Bush is waiting."</p> + +<p>"I am sorry too," said Mrs. Sutton, "and +so is Thomas, I dare say."</p> + +<hr style="width: 25%;" /> + +<p><i>Write:</i> The fly wished to taste cream. +He fell into the jug and was nearly +drowned. Rose pushed the servant, the +jug upset, and the fly crawled out.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_78" id="Page_78">[Pg 78]</a></span></p> + +<blockquote><p>Questions: 1. What did the fly wish to taste next? 2. What +had he on his feet which helped him to walk? 3. What became +of him after the fourth sip of cream? 4. Who came into the +room to fetch the breakfast things? 5. Who came in next? +6. What happened to the cream-jug and to the fly?</p></blockquote> + + +<h3>4. SWEET AS HONEY.</h3> + +<p>1. Rose had to go away, to finish her +lessons, and Thomas also went out of the +room to get a cloth to wipe up the spilt +cream.</p> + +<p>2. I was in danger of being swept +away by this, but, just as Rose was going +out at the door, she saw me still in the +midst of the cream.</p> + +<p>3. In an instant I found myself nearly +drowned again in a spoonful of it, and the +next moment I was again placed on the +grass of the lawn.</p> + +<p>4. Rose had scooped me up in the spoon +and carried me there. I really think that +she had a liking for me. How thankful +I felt to be in the grass!</p> + +<p>5. I hid myself under a daisy flower and +took a good rest, for I felt very tired after +my struggles. A good shower of rain came<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_79" id="Page_79">[Pg 79]</a></span> +on, and I was quite glad to hear it patter +on the leaves.</p> + +<p class="figcenter" style="width: 412px;"> +<img src="images/image022.png" width="412" height="400" alt="" title="" /> +</p> + +<p>6. For I still felt a trifle sticky, and was +glad to get my legs moist, so that I might +wash myself all the better. At this time +the sun was so warm, that I lived out of +doors for some days.</p> + +<p>7. I think that three days passed before +I sat again on the white cap of Mrs. +Sutton. But one morning, when she sat<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_80" id="Page_80">[Pg 80]</a></span> +at the open window, I thought I should +like to pay my old friend a visit.</p> + +<p>8. It was breakfast time again. Mr. +Sutton was reading the paper through his +new glasses, and Rose was busy eating her +breakfast.</p> + +<p>9. As I had had nothing but a few tastes +of dew, and such small meals as were to be +had from the flowers, for three days, I was +rather hungry.</p> + +<p>10. I thought that Rose would spare me +a bit of what was on her plate. But, as I +was on the way to it, I had to pass a pot of +something which had a better smell than +what she was then eating.</p> + +<p>11. It was honey. It made me forget +all about Rose, and her bread and butter. +I pitched on the honey-pot, and began to +feast as hard as I could.</p> + +<p>12. But before I had eaten much, I +saw Rose take some and spread it on a +piece of bread. At the same moment Mrs. +Sutton rose and put the honey into a cupboard.</p> + +<p>13. "The flies will get at this, if it is +left without a cover," she said. "I cannot<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_81" id="Page_81">[Pg 81]</a></span> +think why Thomas has brought it in to +table without one."</p> + +<p>14. Now I thought this a most unkind +speech. They were all eating twenty +times as much as I could do in a week at +each mouthful. Yet the honey was put +into a dark cupboard out of my reach!</p> + +<hr style="width: 25%;" /> + +<p><i>Write:</i> The fly was glad to clean his +wings and legs. He came back to the +room and sat on the cap of the old lady. +He was pleased to get some honey.</p> + +<blockquote><p>Questions: 1. What did Rose do for the fly in the cream? +2. What did the fly do in the garden? 3. What did the fly find on +the breakfast-table? 4. Where did he pitch next? 5. What did +the old lady do with the honey-pot? 6. What did the fly think +of what she said?</p></blockquote> + + +<h3>5. A NEW MISHAP.</h3> + +<p>1. This vexed me, I must say, so I went +and buzzed against the window panes for +a little while, to see if that would do me +any good.</p> + +<p>2. At the end of that time I heard Rose +say, "Granny, I do not want this bread<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_82" id="Page_82">[Pg 82]</a></span> +and honey now. May I keep it for my +lunch?"</p> + +<p>3. "Yes, dear," said her granny. It +seemed a wonder to me that Rose should +wish to leave her bread and honey till some +hours later, when she might have had it at +once.</p> + +<p>4. Mr. Sutton got up and went away to +his study. His wife rose too, and she told +Rose to put the plate of bread and honey +on the sideboard, that Thomas might take +it away till lunch time.</p> + +<p>5. But Rose forgot to tell Thomas, and +he did not seem to see the plate, so there +the tempting dish was left all the morning. +The sun began to shine upon it, and I +sniffed and sniffed many times.</p> + +<p>6. At last I left the white cap where I +was sitting, and went towards it. I settled +upon something far nicer now than either +sugar or cream. I sipped and sucked away +for some time.</p> + +<p>7. At last I thought that I had eaten +enough and had better tear myself away +before I had taken more than was good +for me. But, to my horror, I found that<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_83" id="Page_83">[Pg 83]</a></span> +when I tried to lift up my legs I could not +stir them!</p> + +<p>8. In my other troubles I had at least +been able to move a little. I could climb +up and down the mountains of sugar, and +I could swim about in the ocean of cream.</p> + +<p>9. But now I was fixed fast, either to be +eaten by Rose without her knowing it, or +to die a wretched death in the kitchen if +she did not choose to finish me off.</p> + +<p>10. I had never thought very much of +my out-door cousins, the bees. It seemed +to me that they made a great fuss and +took a lot of trouble for nothing, in making +honey for men and women to take away.</p> + +<p>11. How much better to eat it straight +from the flowers! And now I thought +worse of the bees than ever, because I was +sticking fast in their stuff.</p> + +<p>12. I tried in vain to drag out one +front leg after the other, and next my +middle and back legs. It was just as a +man would feel if he were stuck in a bog.</p> + +<p>13. The sound of the lunch bell went to +my heart. The sight of the nice bread +and honey, which Rose had left at breakfast,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_84" id="Page_84">[Pg 84]</a></span> +would be sure to make her feel hungry. +She very soon saw me!</p> + +<hr style="width: 25%;" /> + +<p><i>Write:</i> The fly stood on a plate of bread +and honey. He stuck fast and felt as a +man might do in a bog. Rose took him +out and set him free.</p> + +<blockquote><p>Questions: 1. What did Rose do with her bread and honey? +2. What did the fly do when he smelt it? 3. What happened to +him when he settled on the honey? 4. What did he try to do in +vain? 5. What did he soon hear? 6. What did Rose very soon +see when she came to lunch?</p></blockquote> + + +<h3>6. THE FLY'S EYE.</h3> + +<p>1. I feel sure that she did not know me, +for she cried out, "Oh, granny! here is a +nasty fly on my bread and honey. I dare +say that the horrid thing has been crawling +all over it!</p> + +<p>2. "I wish a spider would come and +catch it!" went on Rose, quite crossly, +"for I do not like to kill it myself!" And +here she gave me a little poke with a +fork. But not hard enough to hurt me.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_85" id="Page_85">[Pg 85]</a></span></p> + +<p>3. "Why, Rose, what is the matter?" +said her granny. "I thought that you +were fond of the little, busy, useful flies +that come to dance and play in the house?"</p> + +<p>4. "Well, I cannot see what good they +do," said Rose, "getting into the cream +and sticking on to the bread and honey." +Something had put little Rose out of +temper. But I felt sure it would not last +long.</p> + +<p>5. "I wish he would not get on to my +plate," said she, bending down her face to +hide it, for she began to feel ashamed. +"But I will not hurt him."</p> + +<p>6. And she took one of her granny's +knitting needles in her hand. I shook +with fear when I saw this great spear +coming; but Rose used it in a most gentle +and kind way.</p> + +<p>7. She lifted my body out after setting +my legs free, and though I felt strained +and tired after it, I left nothing behind +me, no, not even any of the brushes and +combs on my feet.</p> + +<p>8. "I will put him out into the garden," +said she. But, as my wings had got no honey<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_86" id="Page_86">[Pg 86]</a></span> +on them, I saved her the trouble, by flying +away.</p> + +<p>9. If Rose had only known half the +trouble I had in washing my feet after the +honey, she would have been ready to forgive +me for tasting her lunch.</p> + +<p>10. "I am glad you did not go on feeling +cross with the poor little fly, Rose," said +Mrs. Sutton. "We should miss them +much if we had none, for they help to keep +our houses sweet and clean.</p> + +<p>11. "No maid with her broom could +get at all the tiny cracks and corners where +the flies go. The eyes of no woman in the +world could see what the fly can.</p> + +<p>12. "Do you know that his round ball of +eye is made up of many hundreds of bits, +and that each bit can see a new way?"</p> + +<p>13. Rose clapped her hands. "Then can +the fly see a hundred ways at once?" said +she. "Oh, how I wish I could do that!"</p> + +<p>14. "You can move your eyes about," +said her granny, "which does just as well. +The fly cannot move his. And you would +not like to be born in the kitchen sink, +would you?"<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_87" id="Page_87">[Pg 87]</a></span></p> + +<p>15. "Is that where flies are born?" said +Rose, drawing near to her granny and looking +into her face.</p> + +<p>16. "Yes," said Mrs. Button, "the fly is +born in a sink, or in any place where dirty +stuff is found. The young flies eat the dirty +stuff and get rid of it. I will tell you some +day how the little things come into the +world."</p> + +<hr style="width: 25%;" /> + +<p><i>Write:</i> After being set free from the +honey the fly went off. He cleaned his +legs and went back to the old lady. She +told Rose that flies were of great use.</p> + +<blockquote><p>Questions: 1. What did Rose use to lift the fly up? 2. In +what way did she use the knitting-needle? 3. What did the fly +feel when he saw the knitting-needle coming? 4. What can the +fly do to keep a house clean? 5. What sort of eye has the fly? +6. Tell me where flies are born?</p></blockquote> + + +<h3>7. BABY FLIES.</h3> + +<p>1. "Could you not tell me now?" said +Rose, for she wanted to hear about the +little flies. And I too felt very glad to +hear more about my childhood. So I sat +still to listen.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_88" id="Page_88">[Pg 88]</a></span></p> + +<p>2. "Perhaps you think that the child +of a fly looks just like itself; only smaller," +said Mrs. Sutton. "But the house-fly +lays a great many little eggs.</p> + +<p>3. "She finds some old dirty rubbish, +like rotten cabbage or stuff that is left by +careless cooks lying about. In this she +puts her eggs, and then she dies. Little +grubs are born from them.</p> + +<p>4. "They begin to eat as soon as they +are born, and very soon they turn into flies, +after going to sleep for a while first in a kind +of little hard skin or shell. They change +into flies while they are inside this shell."</p> + +<p>5. "What do the flies do when they +cannot find any dirty rubbish?" said Rose.</p> + +<p>"Then they go to look for it in other +places," said her granny. "So you see, if +we do not wish to have flies in our houses +we must have no rubbish."</p> + +<p>6. "Then the flies are little servants to +us, granny?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, to be sure."</p> + +<p>"I wish I could see a baby-fly," said +Rose.</p> + +<p>7. "You would not think it at all pretty,"<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_89" id="Page_89">[Pg 89]</a></span> +said Mrs. Sutton. "It is a whitish maggot. +But some ugly looking things are very useful +to us."</p> + +<p>"I like pretty things best," said Rose.</p> + +<p>8. "Well, the fly is pretty enough when +he is grown up. He has to wait, you see." +I was pleased to hear the kind old lady say +this, and I nodded my head and washed +my face with my feet.</p> + +<p>9. "And so it is your birthday on Monday, +Rose," went on her granny. "And +I suppose it is time to be thinking about +the party and the fun we are to have?"</p> + +<p>10. Rose looked up, beaming with delight +at these words. Though she had not +been born as a grub in a sink, I thought +that she looked pretty too.</p> + +<p>11. "We must get Miss Bush to write +the letters for us, Rose, and ask the little +girls, and boys to come and spend the day +with you. Run now and see if she will be +so good as to do it now."</p> + +<p>"Oh, very well," said Rose. And she +went out with a skip.</p> + +<hr style="width: 25%;" /> + +<p><i>Write:</i> A house-fly is born in the sink.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_90" id="Page_90">[Pg 90]</a></span> +The egg from which it comes is laid in dirt +and rubbish. The grub which creeps out +eats up the dirty stuff.</p> + +<blockquote><p>Questions: 1. Where does the house-fly lay its eggs? 2. What +are the young flies like at first? 3. What do they do as soon +as they are born? 4. What do they eat? 6. If we do not +wish to have many flies, what must we do? 6. What treat was +Rose going to have?</p></blockquote> + + +<h3>8. SAVED AGAIN.</h3> + +<p>1. I heard a little girl say, "Oh, Rose, +there is a fly in your glass of wine."</p> + +<p>"Poor thing!" said the little girl next +her, "take it out!"</p> + +<p>"No, no!" said her brother; "let it +alone. Let us see how he swims."</p> + +<p>2. All this time I felt very bad. I was +drowning, yet this boy could look on and +talk like that.</p> + +<p>3. Something seemed to take away all +my breath and strength. I heard the boy +say, "If I fell into a pond I could not +swim so well."</p> + +<p>4. "Why, no," said Rose, "the fly has not +a coat and trousers, as you have. But<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_91" id="Page_91">[Pg 91]</a></span> +I do not think it is fun to see him drowning, +so I will take him out." And she pushed +the handle of a spoon with care under +me.</p> + +<p class="figcenter" style="width: 473px;"> +<img src="images/image023.png" width="473" height="450" alt="" title="" /> +</p> + +<p>5. I could hardly crawl when I got on +to the table-cloth. She saw it and placed +me on a green laurel leaf outside. I sat +there half dead, and yet I heard what they +were all saying inside the summer-house.</p> + +<p>6. "Lucy," said Rose to the little girl, +"you would have been glad if you could<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_92" id="Page_92">[Pg 92]</a></span> +have been lifted out like that poor fly, +when you fell into the pond at home, would +you not?</p> + +<p>7. "You went to the bottom before any +person came to help you. Were you in a +great fright? How did you feel?"</p> + +<p>8. "Why," said Lucy, "I was in a great +fright when I first fell in, but after that I +think that I must have been asleep, for I +forgot it all. I knew nothing after my +tumble down the bank, till I heard my +mother near me.</p> + +<p>9. "She was saying, 'God bless you, +darling,' and then I found myself lying in +bed."</p> + +<p>"Ah," said her brother Tom, "Neptune, +our dog, had a famous supper that night."</p> + +<p>10. "Why?" asked a little boy, from +the other end of the table.</p> + +<p>"Oh, did you not know that it was +Neptune who pulled my sister out of the +water?" said Tom.</p> + +<p>11. "He saw her go in, and without +being told, he got her out. She would +have been drowned without him. She had +been told not to go near the pond, but<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_93" id="Page_93">[Pg 93]</a></span> +she ran down to it, without leave, when no +one was looking."</p> + +<p>12. The other little girl here grew very +red. "You need not have said that, Tom," +said she. But Tom was a bit of a tease. +He only laughed and said that his sister +was always doing what she was told not.</p> + +<hr style="width: 25%;" /> + +<p><i>Write:</i> Rose took the fly out of her +glass. She put him on a leaf to get dry. +Tom told them about his big dog. It +saved the life of Lucy.</p> + +<blockquote><p>Questions: 1. What did Rose do for the fly in her glass? +2. What did the dog do for Lucy? 3. What did Tom say that +his dog could do? 4. What else would he bring out from the +bottom? 5. What did Neptune have on the night when he +saved Lucy's life?</p></blockquote> + + +<h3>9. GRANNY'S CAP ON FIRE.</h3> + +<p>1. I did not feel much desire to taste +any food next morning. The long swim +on the day before had taken away my wish +for eating and drinking.</p> + +<p>2. I nearly flew down to the flower +which Rose had put in water, but I changed<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_94" id="Page_94">[Pg 94]</a></span> +my mind. On the whole I prefer the smell +of jam to that of roses.</p> + +<p>3. I felt that a little walk would do me +good, so I went round the tray once or +twice, and then I tried to do the same +thing on the tea-urn, but it was too hot +for my feet.</p> + +<p>4. I left that quickly enough, and after +running across the toast on Mr. Sutton's +plate, and crawling up his paper, only to +be driven away, I went to the window.</p> + +<p>5. Here I was so lucky as to meet a few +of my friends, and we had a little dance in +the sunshine, which quite brought back my +health and spirits.</p> + +<p>6. The day thus passed by, and it was +very warm indeed later on. After tea Mr. +and Mrs. Sutton were seated in the drawing-room, +one on each side of a little table, +with a candle between them.</p> + +<p>7. The old lady was knitting, and her +husband was reading aloud the paper to +her. I think he was reading to amuse +himself more than his wife.</p> + +<p>8. I could feel, as I sat on her cap, that +her head was nodding now and then, as if<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_95" id="Page_95">[Pg 95]</a></span> +she were dozing. Mr. Sutton at last saw +this. And laying down the paper he said, +two or three times, "You are sleepy, my +dear."</p> + +<p>9. Each time that he said this, granny +woke up, sat very upright, and said, "Oh +no, not at all, my love." But she went off +again to sleep as soon as the reading +began.</p> + +<p>10. At length she was in so sound a nap +that she did not notice when Mr. Sutton +put down the paper, after reading a long, +dull account of something or other.</p> + +<p>11. He took off his glasses, laid them on +the folded paper, and saying something to +himself about resting his eyes, fell fast +asleep too.</p> + +<p>12. Granny's head now nodded lower +and lower. First she gave a nod, and +then her husband gave a bow, just as if +they were being most polite to each other +in their sleep.</p> + +<p>13. Her cap was very near the wax +candle once or twice, and there was a +smell of burning. She now began to nod +sideways, and each time that she did so<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_96" id="Page_96">[Pg 96]</a></span> +there was a great smoke and a frizzling +noise.</p> + +<hr style="width: 25%;" /> + +<p><i>Write:</i> Rose went to spend the day with +Lucy. The fly sat on the cap of the old +lady. She fell asleep and the cap caught +on fire.</p> + +<blockquote><p>Questions: 1. Where did Rose go? 2. Where did the fly stay? +3. What were Mr. and Mrs. Sutton doing that evening? 4. What +did Mr. Sutton say when his wife's head nodded? 5. What did +he do himself? 6. What happened to the old lady's cap?</p></blockquote> + + +<h3>10. A NARROW ESCAPE.</h3> + +<p>1. I was afraid of losing my perch, her +nice white cap, on which I had now grown +to feel quite at home. It seemed as if it +were turning into ashes like those in the +grate, and it felt too hot.</p> + +<p>2. I flew up, for I could sit there no +longer. And then I pitched on the top of +Mr. Sutton's head, just in the bald place, +and stamped with one foot as hard as I +could.</p> + +<p>3. I also ran about and tickled him a +good deal. He woke up in a great hurry,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_97" id="Page_97">[Pg 97]</a></span> +for he raised his hand to drive me away, +and in doing so, gave himself a smart tap.</p> + +<p>4. This roused him. And he awoke +just in time to save the cap and the hair +of his wife from being in a blaze of fire.</p> + +<p>5. "Dear, dear, dear!" said he. "Why, +my love, what an escape you have had!"</p> + +<p>"Nonsense, my dear," said the old lady, +"I have not been asleep, I assure you." +But it was of no use for her to say and +think this.</p> + +<p>6. There was the burnt cap on her head. +"I was not quite asleep," said she. "Oh +no, neither was I," said her husband, +laughing.</p> + +<p>7. And then, looking grave, he said, +"You were in great danger though, my +dear. I read only a day or two ago, of +an old lady who had been burnt to death +from setting her cap on fire."</p> + +<p>8. I had been in great danger too, though +no one seemed to think of that. What +between the flames, and the knock that +Mr. Sutton aimed at me, I might have +been killed.</p> + +<p>9. Thomas was now heard coming up the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_98" id="Page_98">[Pg 98]</a></span> +gravel walk. He had been sent to fetch +Rose home. She was full of news to tell, +about all the things she had seen and +heard that day.</p> + +<p>10. "It is a great mercy, my dear, that +you have a bit of your granny left," said +Mr. Sutton. "If it had not been for a +fly, which tickled the top of my head, +your granny's cap would have been on +fire."</p> + +<p>11. "Well, well, Mr. Sutton," said the +old lady, who, somehow or other, did not +seem to like hearing about the cap being +on fire.</p> + +<p>12. "You see here I am, without even +being singed. And I was not half so sound +asleep as you were, my dear. Depend +upon it I am too old and too wise to let +my cap catch fire."</p> + +<p>13. Mr. Sutton did not say any more +about the cap, since it seemed to vex his +wife.</p> + +<p>"Ah," said Rose, "if I had been at +home you would not both have fallen +asleep."</p> + +<p>14. "That is very likely," said granny,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_99" id="Page_99">[Pg 99]</a></span> +smiling. "Well, and how did you enjoy +yourself?" Rose said that she had been +very happy.</p> + +<p>15. She had seen Neptune dive, and +she had been drenched by the shaking +which the big doggie gave himself when +he came out of the water.</p> + +<hr style="width: 25%;" /> + +<p><i>Write:</i> The fly pitched on the head of +the old man. He gave a stamp with his +foot to wake him up. The old man put +out the fire.</p> + +<blockquote><p>Questions: 1. Where did the fly pitch on leaving the cap? +2. What did he do to the old man's head? 3. What did Mr. +Sutton do when he woke up? 4. What did he say to his wife? +5. Who came home with Thomas? 6. What sort of day had +Rose spent?</p></blockquote> + + +<h3>11. A GLASS TO MAKE THINGS BIG.</h3> + +<p>1. "What shall I look at next?" said +Rose, who had a glass thing in her hand, +next day. "Oh, this fly!"</p> + +<p>2. The lunch was on the table, and I +was just making a hearty meal on a pat +of butter. I knew that Rose would not +hurt me. So I stood quite still.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_100" id="Page_100">[Pg 100]</a></span></p> + +<p>3. "How very strange!" said the little +girl. "He looks as big as a horse. His +wings are like shining lace, and he has +hairy brushes on his feet.</p> + +<p>4. "Now he is cleaning his head with +one of them. I am glad that flies are not +really so big as he seems now.</p> + +<p>5. "What a buzzing we should have, +and what should we do when such huge +things flew about the room or walked on +the ceiling!</p> + +<p>6. "There would be no room for us to +move, and the house would be too small. +Fancy having such a creature as this fly +looks now jumping and prancing over one's +bread and jam!"</p> + +<p>7. I was not pleased with this speech; +I knew that my colour was rather dingy, +but I had always thought my shape to be +light and graceful, and this Rose had taken +no notice of.</p> + +<p>8. Neither had she so much as looked at +my trunk, of which I am truly proud. So +I flew away in a pet from under the glass, +and settled on the loaf in the middle of +the table, out of her reach.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_101" id="Page_101">[Pg 101]</a></span></p> + +<p>9. "But for you, dear grand-father, I +should never have thought such tiny creatures +worth taking any notice of. Why, +they are made just as well as big ones, or +better."</p> + +<p class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> +<img src="images/image024.png" width="600" height="442" alt="WHAT SHALL I LOOK AT NEXT?" title="WHAT SHALL I LOOK AT NEXT?" /> +<span class="caption">WHAT SHALL I LOOK AT NEXT?</span> +</p> + +<p>10. "Not better, dear, but quite as +well. They are all the work of God's +hand, and so all must be alike good. Do +you know that you owe the pretty crimson +sash that you have on to a very little +creature?"</p> + +<p>11. "Oh yes, the silkworm," said Rose.</p> + +<p>"Yes, and the red colour was made from<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_102" id="Page_102">[Pg 102]</a></span> +the dead body of an insect too. There is +a sort of blight which gives this red colour +after it is dead.</p> + +<p>12. "Merchants bring them from +abroad, after they have been taken from +the plants on which they live. As they +kill the coffee plants they must be swept +off, and they are made into dye."</p> + +<p>13. Grand-father would have said much +more, but just then Rose saw Tom and +Lucy walking up the lawn to the open +window.</p> + +<p>14. Behind them walked gravely Neptune +the dog, with his master's stick in his +mouth, which he thought it a great honour +to carry.</p> + +<hr style="width: 25%;" /> + +<p><i>Write:</i> Rose saw the fly through her +glass. She felt glad that the fly was not +so big as he looked then. He was as well +made as if he were large.</p> + +<blockquote><p>Questions: 1. What did Rose look at through her glass? +2. What did she think about the fly? 3. What did Mr. Sutton +say about great and little creatures? 4. Whom did Rose see +in the garden? 5. Who walked behind carrying his master's +stick?</p></blockquote><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_103" id="Page_103">[Pg 103]</a></span></p> + + +<h3>12. A LONG SLEEP.</h3> + +<p>1. About this time I began to feel a chill +in the air. I did not like this, for it made +me feel drowsy. So I kept in the warmth +of the drawing-room all day.</p> + +<p>2. But I was shocked to see that many +of my friends began to get quite unfit to +run or fly about. Their wings seemed +heavy, and some of them crept into holes +where they went to sleep.</p> + +<p>3. One day I went down to the table +and found one of the gayest flies I had +ever known, lying on his back upon the +cloth.</p> + +<p>4. He was cold and stiff. Nearly all +the friends I had made that summer were +dying or dead around me, or else they +had crept into corners out of sight.</p> + +<p>5. I knew that something must be done, +or I too should one day be found lying on +my back with my legs in the air, and +Thomas would sweep me away, as he did +the other flies.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_104" id="Page_104">[Pg 104]</a></span></p> + +<p>6. I made up my mind to choose the +best place I could, and there seemed none +better than the old red curtain from which +I had first come out into that pleasant +room.</p> + +<p>7. I therefore ran about on the wall +behind it for some time, looking for a +proper hole. I found just the nook I +wanted, where a bit of the wall paper +was peeling off.</p> + +<p>8. I had hardly crept into it when I was +fast asleep. To my good sense and +quickness I owe my life. If I had not been +a clever fly, I should have died, I dare +say, like the rest.</p> + +<p>9. As it is, here I am, alive and merry. +When I woke the next warm spring day, +there was little Rose and Mr. and Mrs. +Sutton sitting at breakfast just as they +had done when first I saw them.</p> + +<p>10. Rose was perhaps a little taller, and +the bald place on her grand-father's head +may have been a wee bit wider.</p> + +<p>11. But the jam was just as good, the +honey and sugar as sweet, and the white +cap just as clean and nice to sit on. The<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_105" id="Page_105">[Pg 105]</a></span> +flowers in the garden, too, smell as fresh +as ever—still I prefer the jam.</p> + +<p>12. If I might say one word at parting, +it would be this. Do not forget that there +is room in this big wide world for a poor +little fly as well as for boys and girls.</p> + +<p>13. And if you enjoy life and like a +good game at play,—why, so do we! So +let us have our harmless games and do +our tiny bit of work for you in peace.</p> + +<hr style="width: 25%;" /> + +<p><i>Write:</i> As soon as it felt cold the fly +went to sleep. He did not wake up till +the next spring. There is room in the +world for flies as well as for boys and girls.</p> + +<blockquote><p>Questions: 1. What did the fly now begin to feel? 2. What +did he see on the table? 3. Where did he hide himself? +4. When did he wake from his sleep? 5. What change did he +see in Rose? 6. What does the fly say as a parting word?</p></blockquote> + + + +<hr style="width: 45%;" /><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_106" id="Page_106">[Pg 106]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="BETTY_AND_SNOWDROP" id="BETTY_AND_SNOWDROP"></a>BETTY AND SNOWDROP.</h2> + + +<h3>1. PEEP! PEEP!</h3> + +<p>1. There was once a young hen. She +had led a very quiet life in a village until +she was nearly one year old. Then, all at +once, she found that people began to make +a great fuss about her.</p> + +<p>2. You will never guess why, and so, as +I think you may like to hear all about her, +I will begin at once and tell you. Betty,—that +was the name of this hen,—was +one of ten fluffy little yellow chicks.</p> + +<p>3. She was dressed in soft bright down +when she first crept out of her egg-shell. +She had a sharp beak and bright clever +black eyes.</p> + +<p>4. One morning, as her mother was strutting +about the yard with all her children +behind her, crying "cluck, cluck!" as she +scratched up bits for them among the straw, +Gip, the little pet dog, ran up.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_107" id="Page_107">[Pg 107]</a></span></p> + +<p>5. He was only a puppy, and he meant +nothing but play. Perhaps he mistook the +small round chicks for a lot of little balls +rolling about. At any rate he snatched up +Betty, who was the finest of them, in his +mouth.</p> + +<p class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> +<img src="images/image025.png" width="600" height="369" alt="THE FARMYARD." title="THE FARMYARD." /> +<span class="caption">THE FARMYARD.</span> +</p> + +<p>6. With a roguish look at their fat old +mother, he began to scamper off with her. +"Cackle, cackle!" screamed the old hen. +"Put the baby down this moment, sir!" +And the mother flew at Gip before he had +gone six yards.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_108" id="Page_108">[Pg 108]</a></span></p> + +<p>7. She jumped upon his back, and began +to flap his head with her wings as hard as +she could, while she made digs at his back +with her beak.</p> + +<p>8. The pretty dog, finding himself treated +in this way, soon dropped the chicken out +of his mouth. Little Betty rolled out from +between his white teeth and fell flop! to +the ground.</p> + +<p>9. She was not a bit hurt, for she toddled +back to join her brothers and sisters, who +were all crying "peep! peep!" in a great +fright. They were afraid of seeing her +eaten up alive.</p> + +<p>10. But though her child was none the +worse, the mother-hen began to batter and +beat poor Gip as if he had maimed it for +life. And she never forgave the little dog +after that day.</p> + +<p>11. When she saw him coming, even at +a distance, she pushed out her head, stuck +all her feathers on end, and spread out her +tail like a bush.</p> + +<p>12. Perhaps it was the dreadful fright +which Betty felt while she was in the jaws +of Gip, which made her so grave and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_109" id="Page_109">[Pg 109]</a></span> +thoughtful a chicken as she soon became. +She walked better than the rest.</p> + +<p>13. She held herself upright, and her +mother was never heard to say, "heads +up!" as she did to the other chickens. +Her mistress said one morning that Betty +was "the pride of the brood."</p> + +<p>14. Her two brothers were very greedy +chickens, I am sorry to say. And as they +grew older, they began to fight sadly for +each worm or grain of corn which they +found.</p> + +<p>15. Though Betty and the rest of the +chickens grew up white as snow, one of +these young cocks had a speckled breast, +and the other had two black feathers in his +tail. This spoilt their look.</p> + +<p>16. They were both taken away one day +by a strange man, in spite of all that their +mother could say. She bustled up and +tried to rescue her sons. Although they +were both in the habit of eating too much, +she loved them in spite of all.</p> + +<hr style="width: 25%;" /> + +<p><i>Write:</i> A little chick was picked up by +a puppy. He did not kill it, but put it<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_110" id="Page_110">[Pg 110]</a></span> +down when the hen came after him. The +chicken was not hurt.</p> + +<blockquote><p>Questions: 1. How many brothers and sisters had Betty? +2. What did the puppy do one day? 3. What did the old hen +do? 4. What did Betty's mistress call her? 5. What sort of +chickens were the two brothers? 6. What became of them?</p></blockquote> + + +<h3>2. BETTY IS SPOILT.</h3> + +<p>1. Time passed on, and Betty grew fast +in size and beauty. Her mistress made +up her mind to send her to the Poultry +Show at the Crystal Palace.</p> + +<p>2. The cook and all who saw her said +that Betty ought to go, her beauty was +so great. She was quite a perfect pattern +of what a white hen of her sort ought to +be.</p> + +<p>3. She would be certain to win a first +prize of the first class, they all thought. +Poor Betty! From the day that it was +settled for her to go to the Poultry Show +her troubles began.</p> + +<p>4. When first it was made known in +the yard she became rather vain, in spite +of all that her mother could say. The<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_111" id="Page_111">[Pg 111]</a></span> +fact was that the old hen felt proud of it +herself, and Betty knew it.</p> + +<p>5. She would be always pluming the +feathers of her daughter, cackling loudly, +and calling to strange chickens to come +and admire the lovely back and smooth +wings of her child.</p> + +<p class="figcenter" style="width: 341px;"> +<img src="images/image026.png" width="341" height="450" alt="COCK-A-DOODLE-DO!" title="COCK-A-DOODLE-DO!" /> +<span class="caption">COCK-A-DOODLE-DO!</span> +</p> + +<p>6. The young cocks from next door +sat on the railings to chatter, and even<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_112" id="Page_112">[Pg 112]</a></span> +forgot to quarrel. They stared at Miss +Betty as she walked with her beak in the +air, and they made rude remarks.</p> + +<p>7. "Why don't you grow a pair of spurs +and learn to crow?" they called out. When +Mrs. Dorking, Betty's mother, heard these +speeches from the young cocks she flew +into a great passion.</p> + +<p>8. "I will set the dog at you, you young +scamps, if you do not be off this moment," +cried she. So they dropped off one by +one, for they did not know that the old +hen was not able to carry out her threat.</p> + +<p>9. As Betty became vain she became +idle too. Instead of making her mother +and sisters happy with her pretty playful +ways, and making herself useful and +pleasant at home, she grew pettish.</p> + +<p>10. And instead of working to help +earn her own living, by catching flies, +scratching up worms, and watching under +the old oak tree for cock-chafers, she +would lose patience, and call loudly to the +cook to bring her food.</p> + +<p>11. And, strange to say, the cook would +come too, and, not content with waiting<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_113" id="Page_113">[Pg 113]</a></span> +on Betty, would drive away each fowl and +chick that came up to share what she had +brought.</p> + +<p>12. She let none of them have a bit till +Betty had eaten all that she pleased. Was +not this enough to spoil any young hen? +Betty was fast getting pert. All this was +because of her good looks and her five +toes.</p> + +<p>13. You will see after a while that she +would have been more happy if she had +been born ugly, or with four toes, like her +sisters.</p> + +<hr style="width: 25%;" /> + +<p><i>Write:</i> Betty was to go to a show. +She grew vain when she heard this. And +as she became vain she grew idle too. +She was spoilt.</p> + +<blockquote><p>Questions: 1. Where did Betty's mistress think of sending +her? 2. What did they all think that she would get at the show? +3. What made her grow proud? 4. What did she do instead of +earning her living? 5. What did the young cocks say? 6. What +answer did the old hen make to them?</p></blockquote><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_114" id="Page_114">[Pg 114]</a></span></p> + + +<h3>3. SOAP AND WATER.</h3> + +<p>1. After a little more time had passed, +Betty was taken out of the yard. They +did not let her stay with her sisters and +the other fowls any longer, but she was +placed in a large room by herself.</p> + +<p>2. Here she was fed on all sorts of +dainties. She had chestnuts, minced liver, +new milk, and fresh lettuce. Life was +now a feast to Betty, but she found it +rather dull.</p> + +<p>3. "I would rather have one worm or a +spider," said she, with a sigh. How she +longed for a good scamper with her +sisters! "I am sure that we should never +squabble now," said the poor, lonely little +thing.</p> + +<p>4. But this time alone did not last long. +One morning a worse thing was done to +her. She was taken by the cook and +plunged into a warm bath. It was not +of the least use for her to kick and +scream.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_115" id="Page_115">[Pg 115]</a></span></p> + +<p>5. The cook did not care. She rubbed +Betty gently with a soaped flannel, talking +to her in a soothing way all the time, and +then set her down before the fire to dry.</p> + +<p>6. But Betty's fright was soon over, and +she was not at +all hurt, of +course. Yet +she might have +caught her +death of cold, +and all this because +of the +show! that her +feathers might +look fine.</p> + +<p class="figcenter" style="width: 368px;"> +<img src="images/image027.png" width="368" height="450" alt="A WARM BATH." title="A WARM BATH." /> +<span class="caption">A WARM BATH.</span> +</p> + +<p>7. If the cook +had let Betty +alone to clean +them, she would have done it better. +The soap was bad for them, so was the +water.</p> + +<p>8. Betty felt very pleased when the +cook went to call all the other servants. +She wished them to admire the snowy +whiteness of her feathers. "If she does<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_116" id="Page_116">[Pg 116]</a></span> +not win a first prize I will eat my head!" +said the cook.</p> + +<p>9. "You will have a fine big meal, then," +said the housemaid, "and I should not +wonder if you have not spoilt her feathers +for ever by washing them. You never +ought to have done it, and the poor thing +may get ill."</p> + +<p>10. But thanks to the care taken of her, +Betty did not get ill, though the nasty +soap made her feel sick; and the cook +saw that she had made a mistake in washing +Betty.</p> + +<p>11. "All creatures can clean themselves," +said the housemaid, "leastways +all birds can, at any rate, and we do +harm by meddling."</p> + +<p>12. "I think we ought to keep her +under a wash-tub or in a basket until the +day for the show," said the cook. "She +will be sure to get dirty again in that +barn."</p> + +<p>13. When a nice new hen-coop was +turned over her, Betty began to think +about her mother. "What a horrid time +she must have spent when we were little,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_117" id="Page_117">[Pg 117]</a></span> +and she had to stay in a coop!" said the +young hen to herself.</p> + +<p>14. "And yet I think that I am even +worse off than she was, for I have to stay +here without any little chickens to amuse +me, or to run under my wings."</p> + +<hr style="width: 25%;" /> + +<p><i>Write:</i> The young hen was washed. +It was bad for her and made her feathers +rough. She grew tired of being shut up +though she was well fed.</p> + +<blockquote><p>Questions: 1. Where was Betty placed alone? 2. What did +she say to herself about her food? 3. What did the cook do to +her? 4. What did the housemaid tell her? 5. Where was +Betty put next? 6. What did she think about in the coop?</p></blockquote> + + +<h3>4. AT THE SHOW.</h3> + +<p>1. "No, I have nothing to amuse me," +said Betty, "but the thought of how handsome +I am. It is nice to think of that, +and yet I am almost tired of hearing it."</p> + +<p>2. Betty would have given one of the +best feathers in her tail for a good race +after a beetle, or for a good scratch for +grubs down by the manure heap, which +was the best place.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_118" id="Page_118">[Pg 118]</a></span></p> + +<p>3. But she had hardly yet begun her +trials. On the next day, the coachman took +her in a hamper to the show. Betty +screamed as she was put into it, for she +did not like it at all.</p> + +<p>4. "I will behave well, no matter what +happens," said poor Betty. But she felt +afraid of the noise, the pushing, and the +crowd of people and poultry at the Palace.</p> + +<p>5. There were Spanish cocks and hens, +who were lofty and silent. There were +little silver bantams who chuckled. Some +hens were tiny dwarfs like the bantams, +others were giants like the Cochin China +fowls.</p> + +<p>6. There were gamecocks, too, looking +like fierce soldiers. Among all the smart +poultry Betty found herself passed over +and called "only a pullet."</p> + +<p>7. All the other fowls were called +"loves" and "dears," while hardly any +people took notice of her plain white dress +and rosy head-dress. But one gentle lady +came by, who stopped near Betty.</p> + +<p>8. She pointed Betty out to a child who +was with her, saying that she was one of<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_119" id="Page_119">[Pg 119]</a></span> +the best hens of her kind which she had +ever seen.</p> + +<p>9. The lady added, "No fowls lay better +eggs than these pretty Dorkings.</p> + +<p>"They make the best mothers, they are +English in their habits, and therefore +stronger than birds from foreign lands."</p> + +<p class="figcenter" style="width: 490px;"> +<img src="images/image028.png" width="490" height="450" alt="THE PRETTY DORKING." title="THE PRETTY DORKING." /> +<span class="caption">THE PRETTY DORKING.</span> +</p> + +<p>10. The air at the Crystal Palace was +hot and close. Betty began to wish herself +at home again. She could not eat, +though food was there.</p> + +<p>11. And though her feathers were all<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_120" id="Page_120">[Pg 120]</a></span> +ruffled and in a mess, she did not feel able +to put them to rights. Yet she knew that +she ought to tidy herself.</p> + +<p>12. One of the hens near began to mock +at her. She said with a pretence of being +polite: "May I put your tail tidy for you, +madam, since it seems too much trouble +for you to do it yourself?"</p> + +<p>13. And then the sly thing gave a +tweak and pulled out Betty's longest +feather.</p> + +<p>14. A hen near gave a dab with her +beak at Betty's pink comb, and made it +bleed. And though she said after that +she did not mean to hurt her, that did not +heal the sore place.</p> + +<hr style="width: 25%;" /> + +<p><i>Write:</i> At the show Betty found it hot +and close. She did not care to eat. The +other hens played tricks with her. She +wished herself at home.</p> + +<blockquote><p>Questions: 1. When Betty was in the coop what did she long +for? 2. When she got to the show what did she see? 3. How +did she feel? 4. How did the other hens behave to Betty? 5. +What did the lady say about her? 6. What happened to her +comb?</p></blockquote><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_121" id="Page_121">[Pg 121]</a></span></p> + + +<h3>5. A SAD MISHAP.</h3> + +<p>1. After a time Betty felt better. The +other fowls left off teasing her. They had +only been in rough play, and did not mean +to worry her too much.</p> + +<p>2. She dipped her bill into a dish of +water which was there, picked a bit of +lettuce, and said to herself that she would +make the best of a bad job.</p> + +<p>3. Betty was still as vain of having five +toes on each foot as any fine young lady +could be of wearing new shoes. She was +always holding up one foot or else the +other. No doubt she meant to show off.</p> + +<p>4. There was a great cackling and noise +in some of the pens after a while, and +Betty heard that the judges were coming. +These were the people who were to give +the prizes, and she felt now more vain than +ever.</p> + +<p>5. She made up her mind to present her +foot to the judges, and even to push it out +between the wires of her pen, as far as she<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_122" id="Page_122">[Pg 122]</a></span> +could. "They cannot help giving me a +prize when they see my five toes!" she +said to herself.</p> + +<p>6. But just as she had thrust her toe +right out between the wires, after much +trouble, she heard an odd voice from the +next pen say, "Hullo, what's that? Is it a +grub?"</p> + +<p>7. A queer big bird with a long neck +had caught sight of the foot, and he gave a +great snap at it as he saw it move. Betty +tried to pull her toes back, but the big bird +would not let go.</p> + +<p>8. At last it ended by his pecking off +the nail and first joint of poor Betty's +middle claw. She was in much pain and +screamed loudly.</p> + +<p>9. Up rushed a man, the keeper, who +took Betty out in a great hurry. "We +must have no wounded or sick birds here +for the judges to see," he said.</p> + +<p>10. And he put poor Betty quickly +away into one of the pens which had been +used for bringing fowls to the show. It +was empty but for two or three poor hens +who were either dead or dying.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_123" id="Page_123">[Pg 123]</a></span></p> + +<p>11. These were fowls which had been +hurt on the way, by being shaken or +roughly used. They had been put into +baskets too small for them, or had been +badly used in some other way. It is bad +for birds to travel.</p> + +<p>12. Here Betty sank down on the +ground. At first she could do nothing +but think of her poor toe; she +pushed it into some soft stuff which lay on +the floor, and this stopped the bleeding.</p> + +<p>13. How sad she felt! All her fine +hopes of a prize were gone. She was a +cripple now for life, and no one would care +for her fine looks any more.</p> + +<p>14. "I wonder what is the use of +shows?" thought Betty. "Why do people +want other people to tell them that their +cocks and hens are pretty?"</p> + +<p>15. After the bustle and fuss of the day +were over, one of the keepers came with a +boy to look after the dead and dying.</p> + +<p>16. "She was as great a beauty as ever +I did see," said the man. "A perfect pullet!—that +she was. But, dear me! she is not +perfect now that her toe is gone.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_124" id="Page_124">[Pg 124]</a></span></p> + +<p>17. "She is good for nothing now but to +lay eggs and bring up chicks. She was +worth a couple of pounds; now she would +only fetch a couple of shillings.</p> + +<p>18. "Here, Jack, tie a bit of rag round +the stump, and give her food and water in +that spare box. I cannot bear to wring +her neck, as we are forced to do with +many, to put them out of pain."</p> + +<hr style="width: 25%;" /> + +<p><i>Write:</i> Poor Betty had her toe bitten +off. She was put into a place out of sight. +Here she was in great pain, and had lost +all hopes of a prize.</p> + +<blockquote><p>Questions: 1. After a time how did Betty feel? 2. What did +she do with her foot? 3. What happened to one of her toes? 4. +Where was she put after her toe was bitten off? 5. What was +the boy told to do for Betty? 6. What did the man say that she +was fit for now?</p></blockquote> + + +<h3>6. A NEW HOME.</h3> + +<p>1. Poor Betty had plenty of time to +think over all her troubles. But after two +or three days she heard a sound which +made her feel very happy.</p> + +<p>2. It was the voice of her old friend the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_125" id="Page_125">[Pg 125]</a></span> +coachman, who had come to fetch her +away. She cackled to him in a most +loving way; but, alas! the coachman had +nothing to say to her.</p> + +<p class="figcenter" style="width: 345px;"> +<img src="images/image029.png" width="345" height="450" alt="THE NEW HOME." title="THE NEW HOME." /> +<span class="caption">THE NEW HOME.</span> +</p> + +<p>3. He was cross and sulky because +Betty had not won a prize.</p> + +<p>"Poor thing!" said the cook when Betty<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_126" id="Page_126">[Pg 126]</a></span> +got home, "what an object she looks to be +sure! She is as light as a feather.</p> + +<p>4. "The mother that hatched her won't +know her again. I declare that I don't +believe this is our Betty at all, but some +old rubbish of a bird they have sent us +instead!"</p> + +<p>5. "Oh yes," said her mistress, coming +up to look, "it is our Betty. But I beg +of you to get rid of her at once. I cannot +bear the sight of her after thinking she +would get a prize."</p> + +<p>6. "Shall I step out and do it at once?" +said the cook, calmly.</p> + +<p>"No, no!" said the mistress. "Do not +kill her. Give her away. She will be a +useful hen to some one else, and is sure to +lay plenty of eggs."</p> + +<p>"Very good, ma'am," replied the cook.</p> + +<p>7. There was no washing this time before +Betty was sent away. That was one comfort. +She was huddled, just as she was, +into a hamper, and sent as a present to a +friend of the cook.</p> + +<p>8. This friend was the wife of a farmer, +and she was such a kind, good, rosy, happy,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_127" id="Page_127">[Pg 127]</a></span> +pleasant woman, that it was quite a treat +to look at her. She lived about five miles +from Betty's old home.</p> + +<p>9. The large farm-yard into which Betty +now stepped from her hamper, was like a +new world to her. She began at once to +dig with those of her sharp claws which +were left.</p> + +<p>10. And finding chalk like that which +had been under the soil at home, she +nodded her head and chuckled, for she +was pleased. No hen can be happy without +chalk, after she is old enough to lay +eggs.</p> + +<p>11. She knew that the yard in which +she now was, would be a fine place for +her young brood. They would not be +likely to get the cramp or catch colds.</p> + +<p>12. The fowl-house was built on a gentle +slope, and below, at some little distance, +was a pond with two or three green islands +in the middle of it. Here some water +birds, such as Betty had never seen before, +were paddling about.</p> + +<p>13. She could not think how they did it. +The yard had good shelter from rough,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_128" id="Page_128">[Pg 128]</a></span> +cold winds, for a fir wood was at the back +of it. And the houses for cattle and horses +stood with their backs to it on two sides.</p> + +<p>14. The houses where the hens were to +sit on their eggs, were sprinkled with chalk +laid over dry coal ashes. This was to keep +the floor clean and wholesome.</p> + +<p>They were swept out often. The +perches for roosting were not thin sticks, +but nice stout boughs of trees, so that the +feet could clasp them without slipping.</p> + +<hr style="width: 25%;" /> + +<p><i>Write:</i> The new home to which Betty +was sent pleased her. She thought that +she should soon forget her sorrows. The +fowl-house was nice and clean.</p> + +<blockquote><p>Questions: 1. To whom was Betty sent? 2. What sort of +woman was the farmer's wife? 3. When Betty stepped out of +her hamper what did she begin to do? 4. What did she find? +5. What was the hen-house like?</p></blockquote> + + +<h3>7. TWELVE LITTLE CHICKS.</h3> + +<p>1. Her friends at the old home had all +walked on dry land. But here she found +many ducks and drakes, besides odd-looking +fowls with feathers down their legs.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_129" id="Page_129">[Pg 129]</a></span></p> + +<p>2. Spring came, and Betty paced the +yard with twelve fine chickens behind her. +All of them had five toes on each little +foot, as their mother had when she was +born. So they were all right.</p> + +<p>3. Down the velvet back of each chick +were stripes of dark brown, which was the +proper pattern for their first short coats. +After a time they would put off baby-clothes, +and be dressed in pure white like +their mother.</p> + +<p>4. As her chicks slept under her wings, +or chirped with their merry little voices, +she forgot all else but her darlings. What +did it matter having one claw too few, +now that she had her dear babies?</p> + +<p>5. Betty took care to keep her children +neat, and to teach them good manners. +"You may gobble up a worm, children, +as fast as you like, when you find it, so +that no one else may get it," said she.</p> + +<p>6. "But don't let me see two of you +having a fight, or both tugging at the +same worm. You must not ruffle up +your feathers at each other, or fight, +though you may do so if you meet a rat."<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_130" id="Page_130">[Pg 130]</a></span></p> + +<p>7. As Betty was such an anxious and +watchful mother herself, she could not help +feeling quite vexed at the way in which +Snowdrop, one of the ducks, went on.</p> + +<p>8. This big white duck did not seem to +mind a bit whether her children were a +credit to her or not. "See!" said this +good hen, pointing to her twelve clean +little chicks. "Where will you find such +children as mine?</p> + +<p>9. "I spend all my time in teaching them +how to behave themselves. I show them +how to walk nicely, and how to pick up +their meals in a proper way.</p> + +<p>10. "I show them how to keep their +feathers combed and brushed. But you, +bad mother that you are, allow your poor +little yellow ducklings to shuffle in the +mud up to their wings.</p> + +<p>11. "And twice I have seen them at the +very edge of the pond. It made me +shudder! It will be a wonder if they +do not get drowned, or catch their death +of cold. How thin and pale they look!"</p> + +<p>12. As Betty said these words to Snowdrop, +the old duck shook her bill, and after<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_131" id="Page_131">[Pg 131]</a></span> +a few more quacks turned her back and +waddled off.</p> + +<p class="figcenter" style="width: 579px;"> +<img src="images/image030.png" width="579" height="450" alt="BETTY'S CHICKS." title="BETTY'S CHICKS." /> +<span class="caption">BETTY'S CHICKS.</span> +</p> + +<p>13. Soon after this, a magpie came down +to tell all the fowls in the yard that one of +Snowdrop's ducklings had been eaten by a +rat, and that a second had been stolen by +a hawk.</p> + +<p>14. Two more of them had run away +under the gate and had strayed towards a +tent where some gipsies lived. As they<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_132" id="Page_132">[Pg 132]</a></span> +never came back, it was thought that the +gipsies had taken them off.</p> + +<p>15. A fifth of the brood, which had been +weakly from birth, had caught cold in a +bitter wind and died. And the last had +pined away from feeling lonely after +losing all its brothers and sisters.</p> + +<hr style="width: 25%;" /> + +<p><i>Write:</i> The hen had now twelve chicks. +She took more care of her children than +the duck did of hers. Betty thought Snowdrop +a bad mother.</p> + +<blockquote><p>Questions: 1. What other creatures did Betty see in the +yard? 2. How many chickens had she? 3. What did she +teach them? 4. What was the name of the duck? 5. What +sort of mother was she? 6. What did Betty say to her?</p></blockquote> + + +<h3>8. A VISIT TO SNOWDROP.</h3> + +<p>1. As Betty's brood was now grown +old enough to go into the world, she had +plenty of time to pay Snowdrop a visit. +So she went off one fine morning and +found her near the brink of the pond.</p> + +<p>2. Snowdrop was using her orange bill +as a shovel to catch leeches in the mud.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_133" id="Page_133">[Pg 133]</a></span> +Betty told her that she had come to have +a chat with her. She wished to speak +about the way in which she had brought +up her children.</p> + +<p>3. "I am sure, my dear Snowdrop," +said Betty, "that cold water was the +death of all your lost ducklings, no matter +what you or any other bird may say.</p> + +<p>4. "You are a strong duck, and so it +has not hurt you yet. But you see that +your frail little ones are all gone. It is +all through your careless habit of letting +them dabble in the mud all day and get +their feet wet."</p> + +<p>5. "Nonsense!" said Snowdrop, as, with +an eye dark and bright as that of Betty, +she glanced at her own orange legs and +webbed feet.</p> + +<p>6. "Nonsense! It is all nature, and runs +in the blood," she said. "My mother +before me, and her mother before that, +knew that water never hurts a duck. It +hurts us to be kept dry!</p> + +<p>7. "And as for catching cold or getting +fits, or cramp, or the pip—can you do +this?" And as she spoke, Snowdrop<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_134" id="Page_134">[Pg 134]</a></span> +waddled down the steepest part of the +bank.</p> + +<p>8. She set her breast for a moment +against the tiny ripples of the pond until +she was in water deep enough to swim in. +Then, all of a sudden, she turned herself +upside down.</p> + +<p>9. Her head went below, and nothing +of her could be seen above but a tail, and +two yellow legs. She stayed so long like +this, grubbing for water-snails, that Betty +began to fear she should never see her +head again.</p> + +<p>10. But she popped it out again in a few +minutes, and came sailing with a saucy +quack back again to the bank. "Do I +look any the worse?" said she.</p> + +<p>11. Betty held her tongue. She still +thought, as she had done before, that no +matter what Snowdrop did, cold water was +bad for ducklings.</p> + +<p>12. A young Bantam hen, who was +standing by, said to Betty, "Where can +you have come from, and what sort of egg +did you creep out of, not to have seen a +duck swim before?" said the Bantam.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_135" id="Page_135">[Pg 135]</a></span></p> + +<p>13. "All the yard knows that they are +the best sailors in the world! But for you +and me, our ruffles are too well starched +for such a way of life."</p> + +<p class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> +<img src="images/image031.png" width="600" height="420" alt="UPSIDE DOWN." title="UPSIDE DOWN." /> +<span class="caption">UPSIDE DOWN.</span> +</p> + +<p>14. Here was a new wonder to Betty. +Though a shower of rain soaked all her fine +feathers through, and made them limp as +old rags, Snowdrop came out of the pond +dry and warm, her plumes crisp and +neat.</p> + +<p>15. Not a trace of water was to be seen +on her. Well, to be sure! Betty could +not make it out. After all there must be<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_136" id="Page_136">[Pg 136]</a></span> +a thing or two which even the wisest hen +does not know.</p> + +<p>16. "I advise you to carry oil in your +feathers when you learn to swim," said +Snowdrop, as she skimmed off again over +the pond. "That is my plan, but ducks +are too wise to boast about it."</p> + +<hr style="width: 25%;" /> + +<p><i>Write:</i> Betty went to see the duck. +She felt much surprise at seeing her swim +and dive. But she still thought that water +was not good for ducklings.</p> + +<blockquote><p>Questions: 1. Where did Betty find Snowdrop? 2. What +did Betty say to her? 3. What did the Bantam hen say? +4. What did Snowdrop do to show Betty? 5. What did Betty +still think about ducklings? 6. How was it that the duck's +feathers were not wet?</p></blockquote> + + +<h3>9. SNOWDROP'S NEST.</h3> + +<p>1. Weeks went by. Snowdrop thought +that it was time for her to bring some more +little ducklings into the world, instead of +those which she had lost.</p> + +<p>2. So, down among the green rushes at +the very brink of the pond, she made a +nest. It was not much more than a<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_137" id="Page_137">[Pg 137]</a></span> +bundle of straws which the wind had +swept into that place but it did very +well.</p> + +<p>3. Snowdrop had poked the straws into +a heap with her beak. She trod them +down with her feet, made a round hole +with her breast in the middle, and put a +few feathers inside.</p> + +<p>4. In this rough nest she laid seven pale +green eggs, and very pretty they looked. +Betty no sooner heard of this, than she ran +as fast as she could to the spot. She had +a kind thought in her head.</p> + +<p>5. She had now no little ones of her +own; and somehow, though she laid an egg +each day in the wicker nest, it was always +gone before night. So she had nothing to +sit on.</p> + +<p>6. And so it had come into her good +heart that she would offer to sit on Snowdrop's +eggs for her. "I promise you to +do it well," said she to the duck.</p> + +<p>7. "If you trust me with your eggs I +will treat them just as if they were my +own. And when the young are hatched +I will nurse the dear little things, teach<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_138" id="Page_138">[Pg 138]</a></span> +them, and bring them up better than you +could do yourself."</p> + +<p>8. The duck, who just then saw her +drake bowing his head to her as he swam +along, thought that she would like to join +him on the pond.</p> + +<p>9. Snowdrop loved pleasure. Why +should she sit cooped up on a nest for +four weeks, when she might be having fun +on the pond? Betty was willing to do it +for her.</p> + +<p>10. She liked hunting for slugs and +worms, or swimming races with her drake, +better than sitting still. So she said +"yes" to Betty's offer and marched off.</p> + +<p>11. The good little hen climbed as well +as she could on to the nest; but she did +not half like the look of it. Why, the eggs +were ready to roll out at the sides! And +her body was not so big as that of Snowdrop, +neither were her wings so wide.</p> + +<p>12. It was a great job for her to keep the +large eggs under cover at all, but she shook +out her feathers and spread out her wings +as far as they would go, though it made +them ache.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_139" id="Page_139">[Pg 139]</a></span></p> + +<p>13. Then she felt nervous because the +pond was so near. "It is bad for eggs to +get damp!" she said to herself. "What +could make that foolish Snowdrop choose +such a place? And I dare say that I shall +get the cramp too."</p> + +<p>14. But she sat on bravely for all that. +Betty never left the eggs of which she was +taking care, except for a few moments when +she was forced by hunger to run to the +yard.</p> + +<p>15. The good farmer's wife saw her +racing there one day. She watched her +pick up some corn in a great hurry and +then rush off. She went after Betty and +saw her get into the nest of the duck, to +sit there after her hasty meal.</p> + +<hr style="width: 25%;" /> + +<p><i>Write:</i> The hen wished to sit on the +eggs of the duck. She did not leave them +except to get food when she was hungry. +The wife of the farmer found the eggs.</p> + +<blockquote><p>Questions: 1. What did Snowdrop make among the rushes? +2. How many eggs did she lay? 3. What did the hen offer to +do? 4. What did Snowdrop say? 5. How did Betty get food? +6. Who saw her running back to the eggs?</p></blockquote><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_140" id="Page_140">[Pg 140]</a></span></p> + + +<h3>10. THE WEE DUCKS.</h3> + +<p>1. "Pretty dear!" said the farmer's +wife to Betty, as she saw her climb gently +on to the eggs and spread out her small +wings as far as she could.</p> + +<p>2. "This will never do," she went on. +"If you want to hatch them, my pretty, +you had better do it in your own nest."</p> + +<p>3. So she stooped down, stroked Betty's +white back softly, and then, with a firm, +gentle hand, pushed her aside while she +took all the seven eggs into her apron.</p> + +<p>4. At first Betty did not like it. She +did not know what Snowdrop would say, +and besides, she had a longing inside her +to finish the job. She wanted to see the +dear little things come from the shells.</p> + +<p>5. "I shall love them as my own," said +she, "unless the farmer's wife takes them +from me." But she was quite happy when +she saw the eggs placed safely in her own +snug dry nest.</p> + +<p>6. Betty sat on the eggs for three long<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_141" id="Page_141">[Pg 141]</a></span> +weeks. She knew that was the proper +time to wait for her own broods. But +still no sign of the young ones was to be +seen.</p> + +<p class="figcenter" style="width: 510px;"> +<img src="images/image032.png" width="510" height="450" alt="HER OWN SNUG NEST." title="HER OWN SNUG NEST." /> +<span class="caption">HER OWN SNUG NEST.</span> +</p> + +<p>7. "I do believe that cold water has +killed them before they are born!" said +poor Betty, "for they never ought to have +been laid so near a pond."</p> + +<p>8. She sat on and on, for a fourth week. +And, at the end of that time, she had her +reward. There was a little faint tapping +sound inside the shells.</p> + +<p>9. The baby ducks were trying to get<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_142" id="Page_142">[Pg 142]</a></span> +out of prison. She helped them by picking +away bits of the shell as it broke, to let the +light in at their tiny windows.</p> + +<p>10. At last seven little yellow things as +soft as satin cried, "peep, peep!" in a +pretty whisper round her feet. Their bills +and their feet were rather flat, it is true, +but what of that? Betty loved them as if +they were her own chicks.</p> + +<p>11. "Of course I do not expect that they +will be quite so handsome, so clever, or so +good as if born from my own eggs," said +she.</p> + +<p>12. "They will be poor weak little +things. I can see that they are rather +stupid, even now, from their staying in +the shells a week longer than they ought.</p> + +<p>13. "But I must take a little extra care +with them!" Very proud was Mother +Betty, but in spite of all her fondness, the +young ducks gave her much trouble.</p> + +<p>14. They would not come when they +were called. And they would play in the +gutter. They dabbled with their little +yellow feet in the black mud, as often as +ever they could.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_143" id="Page_143">[Pg 143]</a></span></p> + +<p>15. They liked digging in a dirty ditch +for worms better than feeding from a nice +clean plate. And they will gobble snails, +shells and all, no matter what Betty said.</p> + +<hr style="width: 25%;" /> + +<p><i>Write:</i> It was four weeks before the +eggs were hatched. Betty found that the +young ducks did not like to feed as chicks +did. They loved to dabble in the mud.</p> + +<blockquote><p>Questions: 1. What did the farmer's wife say when she saw +Betty climb into the nest? 2. Where did she put the eggs? 3. +How long did Betty sit on them? 4. Where did the young ducks +want to play? 5. What did they wish to eat? 6. Why did +Betty think them stupid?</p></blockquote> + + +<h3>11. AN AWKWARD LOT.</h3> + +<p>1. But Betty was a hopeful hen. She +did not give up trying to teach the young +ducklings and bring them up well. She +kept them with great care from speaking +to any of their own kind.</p> + +<p>2. She would not let them play with +other ducklings. They had never seen +that dreadful pond yet. She would not +let them waddle within sight of it.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_144" id="Page_144">[Pg 144]</a></span></p> + +<p>3. As to their bad manners, their love +of dirt and snails and wet, she could only +think that it came from their having once +laid as eggs in that old straw cradle of theirs, +among the green rushes.</p> + +<p>4. "Or else it is because their feet are +the wrong shape," said Betty, as she looked +down at the yellow boots of her foster-sons +and daughters. On the whole they did +not behave so very badly, she thought.</p> + +<p>5. They came up with the chickens at +meal times, even if they did go straight +back to that vile gutter the moment they +had gobbled all they could get.</p> + +<p>6. "What a clever hen is Betty Dorking!" +the others said. "She has brought +up the duck's brood and will make chickens +of them!" It is true that the wise old +gander laughed at this notion.</p> + +<p>7. He said, "You never see a silk purse +made out of any other thing but silk," and +all his wives nodded their heads and +cackled. They said it was witty, though +they had no idea what the speech meant.</p> + +<p>8. As the golden ears were taken by +heaps into the rick-yard, the birds felt as<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_145" id="Page_145">[Pg 145]</a></span> +glad as the farmer and his wife did. The +great sheaves were stacked and the fowls +gleaned after them.</p> + +<p>9. Betty, as well as the rest, picked up +plenty of loose grains. There was a little +squabbling once, and the turkey-cock trod +on one of Betty's ducklings.</p> + +<p>10. The great bird said nothing but +"gobble gobble!" and did not even show +that he was sorry. The peacock was not +too proud to come walking in among the +rest, in a dainty way, holding up his train.</p> + +<p>11. He liked wheat as much as any of +them. But he could not bear soiling his +dress. Betty now thought it was time to +take her foster-children into the world, +before winter came.</p> + +<p>12. They were grown to a fair size, and +as yet no cold water had ever come near +them, except a few splashes, which their +nurse could not prevent.</p> + +<p>13. After a good deal of driving and +shrieking to them, she got her brood into +a small crowd, to see if they were neat. +She smoothed their downy heads, she +plumed their soft wings with loving care.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_146" id="Page_146">[Pg 146]</a></span></p> + +<p>14. Then she said, "My dears, you are +all as tidy as you can be made. I am now +going to take you on a visit to your own +mother, whom you have never yet seen.</p> + +<p>15. "Behave well, and give me no +cause to feel shame when she sees how I +have brought you up. Now, Forward! +March!"</p> + +<hr style="width: 25%;" /> + +<p><i>Write:</i> The young ducks had never +seen a pond. Their foster-mother made +them tidy. She wished to take them into +the world and show them their mother.</p> + +<blockquote><p>Questions: 1. What did the other hens say of Betty and her +brood? 2. What did the gander say? 3. What bird came to +pick up wheat with the fowls? 4. What did the turkey-cock +do? 5. What did Betty say to her ducklings before taking them +into the world? 6. To whom did she wish to show them?</p></blockquote> + + +<h3>12. THEIR OWN MOTHER.</h3> + +<p>1. And where was Snowdrop to be +found? At the pond, of course, swimming +round and round with half-a-dozen other +ducks and drakes as happy and careless as +herself.</p> + +<p>2. She swam towards the brink when<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_147" id="Page_147">[Pg 147]</a></span> +she saw Betty coming. The ducklings +waddled as fast as they could lay their flat +feet to the ground, as soon as they caught +sight of the pond.</p> + +<p class="figcenter" style="width: 383px;"> +<img src="images/image033.png" width="383" height="450" alt="THE FIRST SWIM." title="THE FIRST SWIM." /> +<span class="caption">THE FIRST SWIM.</span> +</p> + +<p>3. Betty could not keep up with them, +for she had never quite lost a limp, after<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_148" id="Page_148">[Pg 148]</a></span> +having her toe bitten off. "See," she said +to Snowdrop, as she hobbled up, "here are +your children.</p> + +<p>4. "Look at them well! How unlike +they are to any ducklings you ever brought +up yourself! There are no ducks in the +whole yard that can compare with them. +Just watch how well they behave."</p> + +<p>5. "Quack!" said Snowdrop. +"It is all because of the pains I have +taken," said Betty.</p> + +<p>"Quack, quack!" said Snowdrop again.</p> + +<p>6. "They have never been tempted to +go into horrid cold water. They have never +even seen a pond till now. What do you +say to that?"</p> + +<p>7. "Quack, quack, quack!" replied the +snowy sailor, glancing her bright eye upon +her little ones. The next moment the +merry little ducks were sailing after her +round the pond!</p> + +<p>8. They dived head foremost, they +grubbed for leeches, they paddled with +their flat feet as if they had done nothing +else since they were out of the shell.</p> + +<p>9. Poor Betty with outspread wings<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_149" id="Page_149">[Pg 149]</a></span> +danced round the pond crying at the +top of her shrill voice, "Come back! come +back! You will all be drowned."</p> + +<p>10. But it was useless. The little ducks +would obey her no longer. They went on +swimming about after their own lily-white +mother.</p> + +<p>11. Snowdrop swam to the edge at last, +and spoke thus to Betty. "I thank you +for the good you meant to me and mine. +But dry land will not give us your sharp +toes to scratch with, any sooner than water +will give you web-feet to swim with.</p> + +<p>12. "All that you have taught my children +on dry land, I shall be pleased to repay by +teaching the next brood you have to swim +and dive." At this the gander stretched +out his throat and laughed.</p> + +<p>13. "You should allow yourself more time +to think," said old Dame Turkey, the wife +of the turkey-cock, as she stood on one +leg to listen.</p> + +<p>14. "You are always in a hurry and a +bustle. Don't mind so much about the +affairs of other people, and take things +calmly, as I do. If you had been more<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_150" id="Page_150">[Pg 150]</a></span> +like me, you would not have made this +mistake about the duck."</p> + +<p>15. "We have not all the same habits,—the +same nature," said Mistress Betty, +softly. "And I see that it is of no use +trying to make other folks' children like +our own." Dame Turkey nodded her head +in a very wise manner.</p> + +<p>16. She must have been a very clever +old dame, for she knew when to keep +silent. As for Betty, she grew to be a very +modest, useful hen, with no pride or conceit +about her.</p> + +<p>17. At the present time, though she is +getting old, she is still a worthy fowl. +She lives at the same farm, and would +divide her last worm with a chicken or a +friend. But she has never tried to turn +ducklings into chicks again.</p> + +<hr style="width: 25%;" /> + +<p><i>Write:</i> The little ducks saw the pond. +They ran to it and went in. It was of no +use for the hen to call them back. They +went after their own mother-duck.</p> + +<blockquote><p>Questions: 1. Where was Snowdrop to be found? 2. What +did the ducklings do when they saw the pond? 3. What did the +guinea-hen call out? 4. What did Betty do? 5. What did Dame +Turkey say? 6. What sort of hen did Betty become?</p></blockquote> + + + +<hr style="width: 45%;" /><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_151" id="Page_151">[Pg 151]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="WORDS_FOR_SPELLING" id="WORDS_FOR_SPELLING"></a>WORDS FOR SPELLING.</h2> + + +<h3>DICK AND HIS CAT.</h3> + +<ul> +<li>1.</li> +<li> +fa'-mous</li> +<li>Whit'-ting-ton</li> +<li>walk'-ed</li> +<li>pave'-ments</li> +<li>in-stead'</li> +<li>door'-step</li> +<li>for-lorn'</li> +<li> </li> +<li>2.</li> +<li> +hid'-ing</li><li> +pleas'-ant</li><li> +ei'-ther</li><li> +</li><li> +3.</li><li> +</li><li> +emp'-ty</li><li> +pas'-sion</li><li> +laugh'-ed</li><li> +pa'-ti-ent</li><li> +greet'-ing</li><li> +for'-eign</li><li> +</li><li> +4.</li><li> +</li><li> +daugh'-ter</li><li> +whis'-per</li><li> +beau'-ty</li><li> +fetch'-ing</li><li> +may'-or</li><li> +</li><li> +5.</li><li> +</li><li> +wreck'-ed</li><li> +reach'-ed</li><li> +pal'-ace</li><li> +cush'-i-on</li><li> +leap'-ed</li><li> +mor'-sel</li><li> +fam'-ine</li><li> +</li><li> +6.</li><li> +</li><li> +sur-pris'-ed</li><li> +strug'-gled</li><li> +coax</li><li> +flan'-nel</li><li> +wrap'-ping</li><li> +caught</li><li> +glimpse</li><li> +feast'-ing</li><li> +in'-stant</li><li> +scar'-ed</li><li> +roy'-al</li><li> +trea'-sure</li><li> +</li><li> +7.</li><li> +</li><li> +Eng'-land</li><li> +learn'-ed</li><li> +hand'-some</li><li> +friends</li><li> +need'-ed</li><li> +great'-est</li><li> +faith'-ful</li><li> +treat'-ed</li><li> +purr'-ed</li><li> +laur'-el</li> +</ul> + + +<h3>TRUSTY.</h3> + +<ul><li> +1.</li><li> +</li><li> +land'-lord</li><li> +bread</li><li> +cheese</li><li> +ven'-ture</li><li> +beam'-ing</li><li> +bus'-tle</li><li> +crouch'-ing</li><li> +shad'-ow</li><li> +dis'-mal</li><li> +blink'-ed</li><li> +voice</li><li> +</li><li> +2.</li><li> +</li><li> +hud'-dled</li><li> +cra'-zy</li><li> +guard</li><li> +</li><li> +3.</li><li> +</li><li> +ad-vise'</li><li> +twi'-light</li><li> +anx'-i-ous</li><li> +daz'-zling</li><li> +whirl-'ing</li><li> +strug'-gle</li><li> +pierce</li><li> +starv'-ed-looking</li><li> +</li><li> +4.</li><li> +</li><li> +whine</li><li> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_152" id="Page_152">[Pg 152]</a></span>tread<br /> +prais'-ed</li><li> +foot'-prints</li><li> +faith'-ful</li><li> +guide</li><li> +hoarse</li><li> +ea'-ger</li><li> +wood'-en</li><li> +white'-ness</li><li> +feel'-ings</li><li> +flash'-ing</li><li> +rous'-ed</li><li> +shoul'-ders</li><li> +tongue</li><li> +</li><li> +5.</li><li> +</li><li> +steam'-ing</li><li> +pulse</li><li> +bur'-i-ed</li><li> +howl'-ing</li><li> +guid'-ed</li><li> +dumb</li><li> +friend'-ly</li><li> +dole'-ful</li><li> +re-proach'</li><li> +birth'-day</li><li> +en-joy'-ed</li> +</ul> + + +<h3>OUT IN THE COLD.</h3> + +<ul><li> +1.</li><li> +</li><li> +froz'-en</li><li> +roost</li><li> +moon'-shine</li><li> +stu'-pid</li><li> +</li><li> +2.</li><li> +</li><li> +watch'-ed</li><li> +freez'-ing</li><li> +Christ'-mas</li><li> +stirr'-ed</li><li> +</li><li> +3.</li><li> +</li><li> +pig'-sty</li><li> +com-plaint'</li><li> +coax'-ed</li><li> +car'-rots</li><li> +jui'-cy</li><li> +mor'-tar</li><li> +soak'-ed</li><li> +</li><li> +4.</li><li> +</li><li> +puz'-zle</li><li> +tip'-toe</li><li> +scram'-ble</li><li> +sheet</li><li> +ice</li><li> +wak'-en-ed</li><li> +foot'-marks</li> +</ul> + + +<h3>THE STORY OF A FLY.</h3> + +<ul><li> +1.</li><li> +</li><li> +cur'-tain</li><li> +break'-fast-room</li><li> +pret'-ty</li><li> +mak'-ing</li><li> +la'-zy</li><li> +grand'-child</li><li> +grand'-pa</li><li> +house'-fly</li><li> +touch'-ed</li><li> +pitch'-ed</li><li> +</li><li> +2.</li><li> +</li><li> +tea'-cad-dy</li><li> +sug'-ar-ba-sin</li><li> +com'-fort</li><li> +ache</li><li> +glut'-ton</li><li> +seem'-ed</li><li> +dain'-ty</li><li> +</li><li> +3.</li><li> +</li><li> +yel'-low</li><li> +whole'-some</li><li> +gree'-dy</li><li> +bal'-ance</li><li> +des-pair'</li><li> +cream'-jug</li><li> +mis'-hap</li><li> +jerk'-ed</li><li> +crawl'-ing</li><li> +grea'-sy</li><li> +</li><li> +4.</li><li> +</li><li> +hon'-ey</li><li> +lawn</li><li> +scoop'-ed</li><li> +dai'-sy</li><li> +tri'-fle</li><li> +</li><li> +5.</li><li> +</li><li> +buzz'-ed</li><li> +side'-board</li><li> +tempt'-ing</li><li> +o'-cean</li><li> +wretch'-ed</li><li> +</li><li> +6.</li><li> +</li><li> +spi'-der</li><li> +a-sham'-ed</li><li> +knitt'-ing</li><li> +need'-les</li><li> +spear</li><li> +strain'-ed</li><li> +</li><li> +7.</li><li> +</li><li> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_153" id="Page_153">[Pg 153]</a></span>child'-hood<br /> +list'-en</li><li> +ser'-vants</li><li> +mag'-got</li><li> +</li><li> +8.</li><li> +</li><li> +drown'-ing</li><li> +strength</li><li> +trow'-sers</li><li> +a-sleep'</li><li> +Nep'-tune</li><li> +tease</li><li> +</li><li> +9.</li><li> +</li><li> +gran'-ny</li><li> +seat'-ed</li><li> +doz'-ing</li><li> +po-lite'</li><li> +frizz'-ing</li><li> +</li><li> +10.</li><li> +</li><li> +rous'-ed</li><li> +blaze</li><li> +nei'-ther</li><li> +knock</li><li> +drench'-ed</li><li> +dog'-gie</li><li> +</li><li> +11.</li><li> +</li><li> +ceil'-ing</li><li> +pranc'-ing</li><li> +speech</li><li> +cof'-fee</li><li> +</li><li> +12.</li><li> +</li><li> +gay'-est</li><li> +Thom'-as</li><li> +en-joy'</li><li> +peace</li> +</ul> + + +<h3>BETTY AND SNOWDROP.</h3> + +<ul><li> +1.</li><li> +</li><li> +qui'-et</li><li> +guess</li><li> +scratch'-ed</li><li> +rogu'-ish</li><li> +scream'-ed</li><li> +todd'-led</li><li> +maim'-ed</li><li> +jaws</li><li> +bust'-led</li><li> +res'-cue</li><li> +</li><li> +2.</li><li> +</li><li> +spoilt</li><li> +beau'-ty</li><li> +crys'-tal</li><li> +cer'-tain</li><li> +plum'-ing</li><li> +ad-mire'</li><li> +rail'-ings</li><li> +quar'-rel</li><li> +pas'-sion</li><li> +catch'-ing</li><li> +cock'-chafers</li><li> +</li><li> +3.</li><li> +</li><li> +dain'-ties</li><li> +chest'-nuts</li><li> +minc'-ed</li><li> +squab'-ble</li><li> +plung'-ed</li><li> +soap'-ed</li><li> +flan'-nel</li><li> +sooth'-ing</li><li> +white'-ness</li><li> +house'-maid</li><li> +med'-dling</li><li> +</li><li> +4.</li><li> +</li><li> +bee'-tle</li><li> +ma-nure'</li><li> +poul'-try</li><li> +chuck'-led</li><li> +Dork'-ing</li><li> +for'-eign</li><li> +comb</li><li> +</li><li> +5.</li><li> +</li><li> +teas'-ing</li><li> +let'-tuce</li><li> +wear'-ing</li><li> +prize</li><li> +wound'-ed</li><li> +rough'-ly</li><li> +bleed'-ing</li><li> +cou'-ple</li><li> +</li><li> +6.</li><li> +</li><li> +cack'-led</li><li> +hatch'-ed</li><li> +hud'-dled</li><li> +chalk</li><li> +pad'-dling</li><li> +sprink'-led</li><li> +whole'-some</li><li> +boughs</li><li> +slip'-ping</li><li> +</li><li> +7.</li><li> +</li><li> +pat'-tern</li><li> +ba'-bies</li><li> +feath'-ers</li><li> +wad'-dled</li><li> +mag'-pie</li><li> +stray'-ed</li><li> +gip'-sies</li><li> +</li><li> +8.</li><li> +</li><li> +shov'-el</li><li> +leech'-es</li><li> +or'-ange</li><li> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_154" id="Page_154">[Pg 154]</a></span>wa'-ter-snails<br /> +tongue</li><li> +soak'-ed</li><li> +skimm'-ed</li><li> +</li><li> +9.</li><li> +</li><li> +pok'-ed</li><li> +hatch'-ed</li><li> +ner'-vous</li><li> +</li><li> +10.</li><li> +</li><li> +re-ward'</li><li> +pris'-on</li><li> +ex'-tra</li><li> +ditch</li><li> +</li><li> +11.</li><li> +</li><li> +awk'-ward</li><li> +speak'-ing</li><li> +daugh'-ters</li><li> +laugh'-ed</li><li> +no'-tion</li><li> +rick'-yard</li><li> +sheaves</li><li> +glean'-ed</li><li> +squab'-bling</li><li> +pea'-cock</li><li> +daint'-ty</li><li> +shriek'-ing</li><li> +plum'-ed</li><li> +</li><li> +12.</li><li> +</li><li> +caught</li><li> +hob'-bled</li><li> +out'-spread</li><li> +calm'-ly</li><li> +mis'-tress</li><li> +si'-lent</li><li> +con-ceit'</li> +</ul> + +<hr style="width: 45%;" /> +<p class="center"> +<small>CHISWICK PRESS:—CHARLES WHITTINGHAM AND CO.</small><br /> +<small>TOOKS COURT, CHANCERY LANE, LONDON.</small><br /> +</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 45%;" /> +<h3><a 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