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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of My Treasure, by Thomas W. Handford
+
+This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with
+almost no restrictions whatsoever.  You may copy it, give it away or
+re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included
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+
+
+Title: My Treasure
+
+Author: Thomas W. Handford
+
+Illustrator: Kate Greenaway
+
+Release Date: May 1, 2011 [EBook #36005]
+
+Language: English
+
+Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1
+
+*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK MY TREASURE ***
+
+
+
+
+Produced by Chuck Greif, The Baldwin Library of Historical
+Children\'s Literature in the Department of Special
+Collections at the University of Florida\'s George A.
+Smathers Libraries and the Online Distributed Proofreading
+Team at http://www.pgdp.net
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration: JUMBO BROKEN LOOSE.]
+
+
+
+
+MY
+
+TREASURE.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+EDITED BY
+
+THOMAS W. HANDFORD,
+
+("ELMO.")
+
+CHICAGO AND NEW YORK.
+
+BELFORD, CLARKE & CO.
+
+1888.
+
+COPYRIGHT,
+
+BELFORD, CLARKE & CO.
+
+1887.
+
+
+
+
+CONTENTS.
+
+
+                                                                    PAGE.
+  A Queer Play-House                                                  50
+  A Reckless Ride                                                      8
+  At the Shore                                                        82
+  Baby Ralph's Letter                                                 64
+  Bell and her Pet Dog                                                42
+  Belle and her Brothers                                              95
+  Betty and Polly                                                     33
+  Brave Hal                                                           80
+  Dolly Knits, then Hides                                         70, 71
+  Dot's New Friend                                                    78
+  Frankie Minds Mamma                                                 58
+  Going to Bed                                                        18
+  Going to Boston                                                     67
+  Hattie and the Butterfly                                            72
+  Jane and Rob                                                    46, 47
+  Little May's Pet                                                    36
+  Little Mother Hubbard                                               84
+  May and her Papa                                                    41
+  Meg and Little Bell                                                 32
+  Milk for Baby's Supper                                              30
+  Moll and Jane's Picnic                                              94
+  Mr. Fox is Sure                                                     68
+  New Eyes                                                            86
+  Old Charlie Runs                                                    90
+  Only a Bird                                                         54
+  Our Little Hand-Organ Man                                           66
+  Playing at Soldiers                                             20, 21
+  Polly and her Dead Bird                                             93
+  Poor Joe                                                            60
+  Rebie's New Home                                                    48
+  Rose and the Little Beggar                                          88
+  Sick Molly                                                          62
+  The Disobedient Mouse                                           22, 23
+  The Fishing-Boat Nancy                                              10
+  The Gypsy Camp                                                      74
+  The Pet Rabbit                                                      39
+  The Shark                                                           26
+  The Three Kittens                                               44, 45
+  The Two Stags                                                       38
+  Tom, Grace and Lou                                                  37
+  Walter's Butterflies                                                76
+  What a Kiss Did                                                     56
+  Who is to Blame?                                                    52
+
+
+  POETRY.
+
+                                                                    Page.
+  Baby Boy                                                            28
+  Bertie and Rover                                                    24
+  Cowslips                                                            16
+  Doll and I                                                          40
+  "Fly Little Bird Away"                                          34, 35
+  May Day                                                             19
+  My Treasure                                                          7
+  "Out of the Wild Northeast                                          92
+  Tad and the Lobster                                                 31
+  The Blacksmith                                                      15
+  The Disobedient Mouse                                           22, 23
+  The Little Rill                                                     12
+  The Robin                                                           14
+
+
+  ILLUSTRATIONS.
+
+  Jumbo Broken Loose                                       _Frontispiece._
+
+                                                                    PAGE.
+  A Queer Play-House                                                  51
+  A Reckless Ride                                                      9
+  At the Shore                                                        83
+  Baby Boy                                                            28
+  Baby Ralph's Letter                                                 65
+  Bell and her Pet Dog                                                43
+  Belle and her Brothers                                              95
+  Bertie and Rover                                                    25
+  Betty and Polly                                                     33
+  Brave Hal                                                           81
+  Cowslips                                                            17
+  Doll and I                                                          40
+  Dolly Knits, then Hides                                         70, 71
+  Dot's New Friend                                                    79
+  "Fly Little Bird Away"                                          34, 35
+  Frankie Minds Mamma                                                 59
+  Going to Bed                                                        18
+  Going to Boston                                                     67
+  Hattie and the Butterfly                                            73
+  Jack and Jill                                                       29
+  Jane and Rob                                                    46, 47
+  Little May's Pet                                                    36
+  Little Mother Hubbard                                               85
+  May Day                                                             19
+  May and her Papa                                                    41
+  Meg and Little Bell                                                 32
+  Milk for Baby's Supper                                              30
+  Moll and Jane's Picnic                                              94
+  Mr. Fox is Sure                                                     69
+  My Treasure                                                          7
+  New Eyes                                                            87
+  Old Charlie Runs                                                    90
+  Only a Bird                                                         55
+  Our Little Hand-Organ Man                                           66
+  "Out of the Wild Northeast"                                         91
+  Playing at Soldiers                                             20, 21
+  Polly and her Dead Bird                                             93
+  Poor Joe                                                            61
+  Rebie's New Home                                                    49
+  Rose and the Little Beggar                                          89
+  Sick Molly                                                          63
+  Solid Comfort                                                       91
+  Tad and the Lobster                                                 31
+  The Blacksmith                                                      15
+  The Disobedient Mouse                                           22, 23
+  The Fishing-Boat Nancy                                              11
+  The Gipsy Camp                                                      75
+  The Little Rill                                                     13
+  The Pet Rabbit                                                      39
+  The Shark                                                           27
+  The Three Kittens                                               44, 45
+  The Two Stags                                                       38
+  Tom, Grace and Lou                                                  37
+  Walter's Butterflies                                                77
+  What a Kiss Did                                                     57
+  Who is to Blame?                                                    53
+
+
+
+
+I WONDER, I WONDER.
+
+MY TREASURE.
+
+THOMAS W. HANDFORD.
+
+    Bright with smiles and wreathed with flowers.
+      Happy be thy morning hours;
+      Cloudless skies above thy head,
+      Fair the earth for thee to tread,
+      Songs of birds thy path attend;--
+      All the good that heaven can send,
+      Crown with joy thy morning hours,
+    Wreathed with smiles and bright with flowers.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+A RECKLESS RIDE.
+
+
+Reckless Ina, she was called, because she did so many reckless things.
+But her name was Ina Bradford. She had no brothers, so she used to tell
+her father that she would be his boy. And it was no trial to Ina do
+boy's work.
+
+Dish-washing she particularly disliked. And as to sewing--why, she had
+rather go ragged any time than sew up the rents in her dress.
+
+The one thing that Ina enjoyed more than anything else in the world, was
+riding on horseback. Her father kept several horses. And he was
+perfectly willing she should use any of the farm horses whenever she
+liked. But Black Jupiter she must never touch. He was a large,
+high-spirited horse, very unsafe for a young girl. But oh! how Ina
+longed to get on Jupiter's back.
+
+One day when her father had gone away Ina resolved to try. She put
+bridle and saddle on without trouble. But the moment Black Jupiter felt
+her weight on his back, he started on a run up the street. At first Ina
+thought it great fun, but by and by her arms ached so she could scarcely
+hold the bridle. And when Jupiter jumped at the cackling of a goose, Ina
+would have fallen if a strong, brave boy had not caught the bridle. Ina
+did not care to ride Black Jupiter again.
+
+[Illustration: A RECKLESS RIDE.]
+
+
+
+
+THE FISHING BOAT NANCY.
+
+
+Here is the fish-ing boat Nan-cy. But where is the fish-er-man? Oh! he
+has gone up the beach to his house to see his wife and his lit-tle
+daugh-ter. He was in a great hur-ry, for he did not wait to take down
+his sails, but on-ly made the boat fast to an old pile.
+
+The rea-son of his haste was that his lit-tle daugh-ter Bess is quite
+ill. He had to go to sea this morn-ing, for he is a poor man, and must
+work ev-er-y day, but when he left Bess was in a fe-ver. All day long he
+has been ve-ry anx-ious. But now good news is wait-ing him. At four
+o'clock the fe-ver left her, and she is much bet-ter, and is wait-ing
+for her pa-pa to come in. How glad he will be! But he can-not stop long
+now, on-ly just to give her a kiss, for the boat must be ta-ken care of,
+and the fish that he has caught must be sent to mar-ket; so back he will
+go, but he will work now with a light-er heart, for his fear is gone.
+
+[Illustration: THE FISHING BOAT NANCY.]
+
+
+
+
+THE LITTLE RILL.
+
+
+    Drop by drop the lit-tle rill
+      Feeds the lim-pid stream be-low,
+    Gleam-ing, spark-ling down the hill,
+      Till it joins the riv-er's flow.
+               * * *
+    Drop by drop the whole night long;
+      Drop by drop the long night through,
+    Sing-ing low and soft its song;
+      Leaps the rill, in meas-ure true.
+               * * *
+    Drop by drop like gems of light,
+      Danc-ing where the sun-beams play,
+    Grows the stream-let clear and bright,
+      Where the sweet ferns line the way.
+               * * *
+    Like a mol-ten sil-ver tide
+      Led by fai-ries, here and there;
+    Now by rug-ged moun-tain side;
+      Now by pas-ture green and fair.
+
+[Illustration: THE LITTLE RILL.]
+
+
+
+
+THE ROBIN.
+
+
+    LIT-TLE rob-in, wild bird,
+    Sing-ing sweet and blithe,
+    Care-less of Time's hour glass
+    And his crook-ed scythe,
+    Prod-i-gal of pleas-ure
+    In a harm-less way,
+    Greet-ing in the sun-shine
+    This thy hol-i-day.
+
+    When the or-phan chil-dren
+    Wan-dered in the wood,
+    We shall stillre-mem-ber
+    Thou wert kind and good;
+    As their cheeks grew pa-ler,
+    And with tears were wet,
+    Thou didst sprin-kle o'er them
+    Man-y a vi-o-let.
+
+    Cheer us in the au-tumn,
+    When the rains be-gin,
+    While the gay flow-ers with-er,
+    And the woods grow thin.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+THE BLACKSMITH.
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    CLANG, cling, clang, cling!
+    Bel-lows, you must roar; and, an-vil, you must ring;
+    Ham-mer, you and I must work, for ding, dong, ding!
+    Must dress my Kate and ba-by, and bread for us must bring.
+
+
+
+
+COWSLIPS.
+
+
+    Yel-low, yel-low cow-slip,
+      Grow-ing in the grass,
+    Thou dost bloom so bright-ly,
+    Thou dost smell so sweet-ly,
+    That the ve-ry cat-tle
+      Light-ly o'er thee pass.
+            * * *
+    Yel-low, yel-low cow-slip,
+      Chil-dren gath-er thee
+    In the ear-ly sum-mer,
+    In the dew-y morn-ing,
+    When his nest be-side thee,
+      Leaves the lark so free.
+            * * *
+    Yel-low, yel-low cow-slip,
+      Shin-ing in the sun,
+    When the tall grass mead-ows
+    Yield un-to the mow-ers,
+    Then thy life is end-ed,
+      Pen-sive lit-tle one.
+
+[Illustration: COWSLIPS.]
+
+
+
+
+GOING TO BED.
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+May and Kate and Lou and wee Tom-my have been sit-ting by the fire in
+the nur-se-ry for the last hour look-ing through their books. But now
+the books have all been put on the shelf and nurse has made them ready
+for bed. Mam-ma has come up, as she al-ways does, to hear their pray-ers
+and have a short chat with them af-ter they are tuck-ed up in their
+cribs. The chat has to be short, for these lit-tle peo-ple fall a-sleep
+in no time.
+
+
+
+
+MAY DAY.
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    One day, all
+    in the sweet
+    spring weath-er,
+    Two lit-tle folk
+    went out to-geth-er.
+    Oh the bright May-day!
+    Sun was shin-ing,
+    birds were
+    sing-ing,
+    Flow-ers bloom-ing,
+    May-bells ring-ing!
+      Oh the glad May-day!
+
+    So they two went forth a May-ing,
+    Laugh-ing, dan-cing, sing-ing, say-ing
+      "Oh the bright May-day!
+    What care we for moth-er's warn-ing?
+    Who would bide at home this morn-ing?
+      Oh the glad May-day!"
+
+
+
+
+PLAYING AT SOLDIER.
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+"SHOUL-DER arms!" said Dick. "For-ward, march!" If you had been in the
+room next to the hall where the chil-dren were play-ing that rain-y day,
+you would have thought that an ar-my was march-ing back and forth, they
+made such a noise. Then, all at once, the noise stopped. "The ar-my will
+lie down, and go to sleep for the night," said Dick. The ar-my lay down
+to play sleep, and in a twin-kling it fell in-to a real sleep. Ev-er-y
+man was in the land of Nod. Jane, who had been out to the barn for a
+bas-ket of ap-ples, was so sur-prised at the sight, that three great red
+ones fell out on the floor be-fore she could catch them. Just at that
+mo-ment the boys' eyes o-pened, and they had the ap-ples in less than no
+time.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+THE DISOBEDIENT MOUSE.
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    SAD is the tale
+    I have to tell,
+    Of what a lit-tle
+    mouse be-fell.
+    "My darl-ing child,"
+    His moth-er said,
+    "There are two things
+    That you must dread.
+    One is the mon-ster
+    called a cat;
+    And one a trap.
+    Ne'er go
+    near that,
+    No mat-ter how the cheese may smell:
+    You'll rue the day. Mark
+    my words well."
+
+    And mous-ey lis-tened to her say.
+    Had he but heed-ed! Well-a-day!
+    That ver-y night he smelled some cheese.
+    Quoth he, "What o-dors sweet are these?
+    I'll go and see: per-chance the cook
+    Has dropped a bit. Here's for a look!"
+    A-las! a-las! dear chil-dren all,
+    He dis-o-beyed. Be-hold his fall.
+    He saw the trap, with bits of cheese.
+    "I'll on-ly take just one of these,--
+    A sin-gle one, not an-y more."
+    Click went the spring; down fell the door!
+
+    How sleek looks puss-y! How well fed!
+    Poor mous-ey's moth-er weeps in bed.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+BERTIE AND ROVER.
+
+
+    "O Ro-ver! I love you,"
+      Young Mas-ter Ber-tie said.
+    To prove his words were true,
+      He hugged the dog's rough head.
+               * * *
+    Ro-ver knew not one half
+      His lit-tle mas-ter said;
+    But when he heard him laugh,
+      He quick-ly raised his head.
+               * * *
+    He loved to run a-bout
+      A-mong the lambs and sheep,
+    Which lay in groups a-bout,
+      Ap-pa-rent-ly a-sleep.
+               * * *
+    He'd leap a five-barred gate,
+      And then, with con-scious pride,
+    For Bertie's com-ing wait
+      Up-on the oth-er side.
+
+[Illustration: BERTIE AND ROVER.]
+
+
+
+
+THE SHARK.
+
+
+What great fish is this? It is a shark. He is fast now, and the men will
+soon have him up on the ship's deck, where they will make an end of him.
+
+Sharks are ve-ry fierce. They are so large, too, that they can eat up a
+man with-out a-ny trou-ble. In some parts of the world peo-ple nev-er
+dare go in bath-ing, be-cause of them. You can see in the pic-ture what
+great teeth they have. This fel-low has been at ma-ny a bad piece of
+work, I have no doubt; but now all his pranks are at an end. He has
+fol-lowed the ship mile af-ter mile to pick up a-ny scraps that were
+thrown o-ver, and they have tast-ed so well, that when he saw a great
+piece of pork come splash in-to the wa-ter, he swal-lowed it down
+with-out stopping to think that there might be a hook in it. Then all at
+once he found that he was fast. Strug-gle as hard as he could, it was of
+no use; he was held fast.
+
+[Illustration: THE SHARK.]
+
+
+
+
+BABY BOY.
+
+
+    "Ho! mas-ter ba-by boy.
+    Where are you go-ing?
+    Dark are the win-try skies:
+    Soon 'twill be snow-ing.
+    Back to the nur-se-ry,
+    Where the fire's
+    glow-ing."
+         * * *
+    "I doe back"--
+    stamps his foot.
+
+    "No! I are doe-ing
+    Down to my busi-ness.
+    A big boy I'm drow-ing.
+    Just where my pa-pa does,
+    Dat's where I'm doe-ing."
+
+
+
+
+JACK AND JILL.
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+THESE are Jack and Jill. Do you not see their pail? They fill it with
+salt wa-ter.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+"WHAT a sweet lit-tle lamb!" said May. "No: it is a wolf. I must run: he
+will eat me."
+
+
+
+
+MILK FOR BABY'S SUPPER.
+
+
+"PLEASE, Mrs. Wright, moth-er would like to bor-row a cup of milk for
+ba-by's sup-per. Our cow has strayed a-way, and Tom has gone to find
+her."--"Of course she shall have it, Tom," said Mrs. Wright. "How is
+ba-by?" Tom's lit-tle ba-by sis-ter had been ver-y ill, and they had all
+been a-fraid that she would not live. But now she was much bet-ter. Tom
+told Mrs. Wright this, and then ran home.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+TAD AND THE LOBSTER.
+
+
+    THERE was a
+    little lad
+    Whose name was Tad,
+    Down by the sea.
+    "A-ha! a-ha" cried he:
+    "A play-fellow I see,
+    Com-ing to play
+    with me."
+
+    [Illustration]
+
+    But soon he
+    changed his cry:
+    The tears came
+    in his eye.
+    "Let go!" he
+    cried; "let go!
+    You don't play
+    fair, you know.
+    O mam-my,
+    quick! Boo-hoo!
+    He'll bite my
+    finger through!"
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+MEG AND LITTLE BELL.
+
+
+MEG and her lit-tle sis-ter Bell went for a walk in the mea-dow. A cow
+came down to the brook to drink. Bell was pick-ing some flow-ers, and
+did not see her un-til she was close up-on her. Then she gave a loud
+cry, and ran to Meg, and clutched tight hold of her dress. Meg soon set
+her fears to rest; and the cow looked on with wide o-pened eyes, as much
+as to say, "What a fool-ish child this is! I give her milk ev-er-y day."
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+BETTY AND POLLY.
+
+
+BET-TY came to make a call on Pol-ly. So Pol-ly got out all her toys,
+and put them on the floor in a great heap, and they each sat down
+be-side them. Bet-ty liked best of all a stuffed rab-bit that squeaked
+when you squeezed it; and she tucked it un-der her arm, and took it all
+a-bout from room to room with her. Pol-ly at last, when she saw how much
+she liked it, gave it to her for her ver-y own; and Bet-ty went home
+hap-py, with the rabbit on her arms.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+"FLY LITTLE BIRD AWAY."
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+    A LIT-TLE girl
+    Read in her book,
+    How a wick-ed boy
+    A wild bird took
+    From out its nest
+    In the green-wood tree.
+    A cap-tive now
+    'Tis forced to be,
+    And flut-ters its poor
+      wings all day long,
+    And beats the bars of its cage so strong.
+
+    "Poor lit-tle bird!"
+    She soft-ly cried;
+    Then on her head
+    Her hood she tied,
+    Took down the cage
+    Of her own bird,
+    Opened the door,
+    With joy-ous word.
+    "Fly, lit-tle bird, a-way,"
+      quoth she,
+    "Back to your home in the green-wood tree."
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    A-way, a-way,
+    The glad bird flew,
+    Far out of sight,
+    In heav-ens blue.
+    The wee girl watched
+    With won-der-ing eye,
+    Till it had fad-ed
+    In the sky,
+    Then sat her down, and cried, "Boo-hoo!
+    My bird is gone! What shall I do?"
+
+    Her pin-a-fore
+    With tears was wet:
+    "My bird a-gain,
+    "I'll nev-er get."
+    At last she raised
+    Her weep-ing eye,
+    And there at hand,
+    What should she spy
+    But bird-ie hop-ping in
+      his door,
+    Tired of his freedom,
+      back once more.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+LITTLE MAY'S PET.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+"Come in, puss," said lit-tle May, "and you shall have a nice cup of
+milk for your break-fast. And I will put a fresh rib-bon on your neck,
+too." Puss walked in at once, for he was ve-ry hun-gry. For more than an
+hour she had been watch-ing at a mouse-hole, but the mouse would not
+come out and be caught. So at last she had grown tired of wait-ing.
+
+
+
+
+TOM, GRACE AND LOU.
+
+
+TOM and Grace and Lou had been down to the brook the day be-fore, and
+had caught three frogs. They got one of pa-pa's old ci-gar box-es, and
+lined it with leaves, and cut small holes in it, that the air might pass
+in and out.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+The next morn-ing they o-pened the box, and put them on the grass: they
+looked ver-y ill. "Let's take them back to the brook," said Lou. As soon
+as the frogs saw the wa-ter, they jumped, and were seen no more.
+
+
+
+
+THE TWO STAGS.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+HERE we are out in the wild woods. What a pret-ty lit-tle glade it is,
+with a spring of fresh wa-ter in it! But see, there are two stags here,
+fight-ing as if they were bit-ter foes. Their great wide-spread ant-lers
+are locked in-to each oth-er's. It some-times hap-pens in these fights
+that the ant-lers get so fast-ened to-geth-er that the stags can-not get
+them a-part. Then they both die. This will show you how quar-rels of-ten
+have ve-ry sad ends.
+
+
+
+
+THE PET RABBIT.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+TOM and Grace hur-ried through their break-fast, and ran out to feed
+their pet rab-bit. Grace did not ev-en wait to put on her hat. But, when
+they came to the hutch, there was no rab-bit there.
+
+"We must tell John to look for him," said Grace. "There he is! Let's
+run." So they ran down the path to meet the gar-den-er's boy. John said
+that he would look just as soon as he took the bas-ket of let-tuce to
+the cook.
+
+
+
+
+DOLL AND I.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+    "OH, dear! Oh, dear!
+    'Tis al-most nine.
+    The birds all sing,
+    The sun does shine.
+    Poor Doll and I
+    To school must go:
+    I don't see why,
+    We hate it so.
+    I hate those let-ters. They twist and turn.
+    There's no use try-ing: I'll nev-er learn.
+               * * *
+    Hur-rah! hur-rah!
+    At last it's two!
+    I am so glad!
+    What shall we do?
+    Come, Doll, let's run.
+    I'll nev-er go,
+    When I get big,
+    To school, I know;
+    But ev-er-y min-ute of the day
+    I'll spend just as I like, in play."
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+MAY AND HER PA-PA.
+
+
+PA-PA and mam-ma will soon have sup-per; for I see Jane bring-ing it in
+on a tray. But, un-til they do, May is to ride a cock-horse on her
+pa-pa's knee. Pa-pa goes to town to business ev-er-y day, and, when he
+comes back, May and her sis-ter Fan run to meet him. They take his hat,
+and bring his slip-pers, and put him in the big chair in front of the
+fire; and then they climb up in-to his lap, and play with him. He
+rath-er seems to like it.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+BELL AND HER PET DOG.
+
+
+This dog's name is Puck, and a ve-ry wide-a-wake dog he is, as you may
+see from the pic-ture. His mis-tress is a lit-tle girl named Bell, and
+he is ve-ry fond of her. At night he sleeps coiled up at the foot of her
+bed. Some-times when she wakes she finds him ly-ing on the pillow, with
+his head close to her cheek, and one ve-ry cold night he man-aged to get
+in bed un-der the clothes. He is a ve-ry clever dog. If you tell him to
+beg, he will sit on his hind paws and wave his fore paws in the air. If
+he is thirs-ty, he will bring his cup for you to fill it with wa-ter for
+him.
+
+The first time Bell ev-er saw her dog was in the street. He had lost his
+mas-ter, and came to her for help. She could not find his home for him,
+so she took him home with her, and there he has lived ev-er since. Now
+he has for-got-ten his old mas-ter en-tire-ly, and cares for on-ly
+Bell.
+
+[Illustration: BELL AND HER PET DOG.]
+
+
+
+
+THE THREE KITTENS.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+"MEW-MEW!" said two lit-tle wee black kit-tens. Grace stooped down, and
+picked one of them up. "Mew!" it said, and then tried to play with the
+neck-lace she had on. The oth-er kit-ten did not like this at all. She
+pulled at Grace's dress with her small black paw. So then she was tak-en
+up too, and both soon snug-gled down in Grace's lap, and went fast
+a-sleep. But where was the mam-ma cat all this time? She had gone back
+to the barn, where all her kit-tens were born, to bring an-oth-er one to
+the house, to show her mis-tress what a fine fam-i-ly she had. She had
+hard work to get in; for John, the man, had closed the doors. She
+walked a-round the barn, and at the back she found a win-dow o-pen. Ned,
+the don-key, had his head out of it; but she scram-bled in be-side him,
+and took up an-oth-er kit-ten in her mouth, and ran back to the house
+a-gain.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+When she reached it, she found that Jane had closed the front-door. She
+mewed as loud as she could; but it was some time be-fore an-y one heard
+her, and o-pened it. But at last she reached her mis-tress safe-ly with
+her third child. She her-self was white, and so was one of the kit-tens.
+The other two were as black as coals.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+JANE AND ROB.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+KATE was ver-y un-hap-py. She had left her best doll in the path in
+front of the house the night be-fore; and some one had stepped on it in
+the dark, and it was crushed in-to bits. So Kate was cry-ing; for poor
+Ar-a-min-ta Jane was her pride and joy. Just then her broth-er Rob came
+in. "Why, you poor lit-tle girl!" he said. "I am so sor-ry! If you will
+come out with me, I will show you how to play crick-et; and you shall
+use my new bat." Kate cheered up ver-y much at this, and ran to put on
+her hat. Rob was so kind to her that she had a ver-y good time, and
+for-got all a-bout Ar-a-min-ta Jane in the fun of the game.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+REBIE'S NEW HOME.
+
+
+"IS she coming to-night, mamma?" asked Marion.
+
+"Yes, dear, I think so. We shall know very soon now. Papa will be here
+in about ten minutes."
+
+Marion and Elvie Reade ran to the window. They were very anxious to see
+this little cousin who was coming home with papa.
+
+"Rebie'll be our new sister; won't she?" said Elvie.
+
+"Yes. And papa said we must be real kind to her, for she hasn't any papa
+or mamma now."
+
+"Yes, we will. I guess--Oh! there's papa, now. And--oh! Marion! Rebie's
+crying. Let's go kiss her."
+
+Out ran the two little girls, while mamma stood in the doorway with
+little Ernest, and aunt Maria stood on the steps.
+
+Little Rebie couldn't help crying, yet she liked her new home for all
+that. But her cousins kissed her so lovingly, that Rebie soon smiled
+through her tears.
+
+And when baby Ernest said, "Ernie love oo, tousin Rebie," she laughed a
+soft little laugh. Then they thought Rebie wouldn't feel lonely any
+more.
+
+"I think your papa _most_ as good as my papa," Rebie whispered to Elvie
+after they had gone to bed that night. Elvie thought him a _little_
+better, but she was too polite to say so.
+
+[Illustration: REBIE'S NEW HOME.]
+
+
+
+
+A QUEER PLAY-HOUSE.
+
+
+HARRY and little Violet thought it the very best play-house in the
+world. And I don't think Gyp would have enjoyed any other half so well.
+It was papa's big boat.
+
+They could sit in it and see mamma when she came to the door of the
+little house near by, where they lived. And they could watch papa as he
+went out in his small boat, or dory, as he called it. Harry could see
+him far out on the water by standing up on the side of the boat. Little
+Violet was afraid to climb up so high.
+
+Sometimes Harry and Violet took their dinner and ate it in the boat.
+Then Gyp always shared it with them. He would sit beside them in the
+boat, or perhaps lie on the sand and wait for Harry to throw him his
+share bit by bit.
+
+The children liked to make Gyp speak for his dinner. But best of all,
+they liked to toss it up, and see Gyp spring and catch it in his mouth.
+
+One day, when they were playing near the water, Violet's sun-bonnet blew
+off, and a wave washed it out beyond her reach. Then Gyp was ready to
+help his little mistress. He swam out, seized it in his mouth, and soon
+laid it at Violet's feet. She was so glad she hugged him, wet as he was.
+And he repaid her, by shaking himself and sprinkling her all over.
+
+[Illustration: A QUEER PLAY HOUSE.]
+
+
+
+
+WHO IS TO BLAME?
+
+
+POOR little Carlos stood thinking. He did not know what to do. He wanted
+to tell the truth, yet he didn't like to have mamma blame him for
+breaking Sylvia's doll. And he didn't think he was all to blame either.
+The butterfly and Dandy both helped, he thought.
+
+This was the way it happened. A beautiful large butterfly came through
+the open window into the dining-room, then flitted out into the hall.
+Carlos and his dog Dandy gave chase. Once, in his eagerness, he stumbled
+over Dandy. And in trying to escape a fall he knocked the doll to the
+floor. There was the body in one place, the head in another. Why did
+Sylvia leave it right in his way?
+
+At last Carlos decided to do the best thing--go and tell mamma all about
+it.
+
+Mamma listened patiently. Then she told Carlos that it would have been
+better not to try to catch the butterfly. The pretty thing would die if
+he caught it and shut it up.
+
+Mamma told Carlos that Sylvia was partly to blame for leaving her doll
+in such a place. But Carlos must be more careful next time.
+
+Carlos felt very happy as he ran out of doors with Dandy. And he thought
+it the nicest way in the world, to go and tell mamma everything.
+
+[Illustration: WHO IS TO BLAME?]
+
+
+
+
+ONLY A BIRD.
+
+
+CAN you see the old man behind his rows of cages? In them are many poor
+little birds. They cannot fly about in the pure sweet air. The old man
+sells them. That is the way he earns his money.
+
+Then why does he look so displeased? The young man, with the empty cage
+in his hand, has just bought a bird and laid the money on the counter.
+
+The young man loves birds so well that he bought one on purpose to set
+it free.
+
+The old man is wishing he could get the bird and sell it again. He
+thinks it foolish to throw away money. And he tells the young man so.
+
+"Not thrown away, my friend," says the young man. "It is well spent if
+it gives pleasure even to the smallest creature."
+
+"'Twas only a bird," insists the old man.
+
+"But God made the birds. And not one falls to the ground without his
+notice. I think we shall have to give an account of the way we treat his
+birds."
+
+"Well, I wish I had that one again."
+
+"And I wish I could open all these cages."
+
+[Illustration: ONLY A BIRD.]
+
+
+
+
+WHAT A KISS DID.
+
+
+BABY Bell thought she could do just as she pleased everywhere, and with
+everybody. And she generally did. She even trotted into Mrs. Burnett's,
+a sad, lonely woman, who lived all alone by herself in the next house.
+
+One day she came pattering into the room where Mrs. Burnett sat. She
+clung to her dress. She looked up lovingly into the sad face. Then she
+lisped forth,--
+
+"_Miss Nett_, Baby Bell tiss you."
+
+Then she put up her sweet lips to give a kiss. Who could resist such a
+baby? Not even Mrs. Burnett. She took the child on her lap, and covered
+her face with kisses and tears. Baby Bell looked on wonderingly.
+
+When papa came for her she said, "_Miss Nett_ tryin', Baby Bell tiss her
+lots."
+
+Mrs. Burnett explained. "I lost a baby just her age. I felt since that I
+had no one to love me. But Baby Bell loves me, I am sure. I hope she
+will come often."
+
+"As often as you and she wish," said papa.
+
+"Baby Bell tum ev'y day--tum see _Miss Nett_. Baby Bell love _Miss
+Nett_," added the baby, looking back over papa's shoulder.
+
+[Illustration: WHAT A KISS DID.]
+
+
+
+
+FRANKIE MINDS MAMMA.
+
+
+UNCLE SOL was going to take a party of boys out in his boat. All had
+scrambled in but one little fellow, the smallest of the party.
+
+"Tumble in, Frankie," said Uncle Sol. But still Frankie hesitated.
+
+"Don't you want to go?" asked the old sailor.
+
+"Yes, sir," answered Frankie, slowly, "but mamma doesn't like to have me
+go on the water."
+
+"Why?"
+
+"She's afraid since papa was drowned."
+
+"Don't go, then, my boy. Don't worry your mother. She's had trouble
+enough already;" and Uncle Sol began to push the boat out into the
+water.
+
+"Pooh! Come on!" shouted Horace, the tallest boy in the boat. "Your
+mother'll never know. We'll keep dark."
+
+"Don't you go to learnin' Frankie any bad ways," said Uncle Sol,
+sternly. "Boys never come to much in the world unless they mind their
+mother. I've always noticed that."
+
+Horace sat down rather ashamed of his bold words. And little Frankie
+looked at Uncle Sol gratefully, saying, "I know mama'll be glad to have
+me come home:" and with a happy laugh he ran away from the boat.
+
+[Illustration: FRANKIE MINDS MAMMA.]
+
+
+
+
+POOR JOE.
+
+
+"YOU may put on your coat now, Hugh, and take these things to Mrs.
+Larry. You have barely time before school, you must hurry."
+
+"Must I go this morning, mother, why can't I go to-night, or this noon?"
+
+"There'll not be time at noon. And before night Joe may want some of
+these things. You may do, however, just as you think you would like to
+have Joe do, if he was in your place and you in his. Poor Joe needs
+better food than his mother is able to buy. You wouldn't have him suffer
+for the sake of skating, would you?"
+
+Hugh thought a minute. At last he said, "I know if I was in Joe's place,
+I should want somebody to bring me a heap of things. Guess I'll go,
+mother."
+
+His mother smiled to hear him whistle as he ran from the yard. Just
+before school he rushed in.
+
+"Say, mother, can I buy Joe some oranges? He's white--he's white as your
+ruffled apron. I've fifty cents. I'll spend half for Joe."
+
+Hugh's mother kissed him before she said yes. And her eyes filled with
+glad tears as he ran out whistling more merrily than before.
+
+[Illustration: POOR JOE.]
+
+
+
+
+SICK MOLLY.
+
+
+"GUESS I'll hurry home," said the rough miner when some of his mates
+urged him to go to the saloon, "Molly'll miss me."
+
+Nothing seemed so pleasant at night as to see his little Molly standing
+in the doorway to greet him when he came home. But to-night she was not
+in her usual place.
+
+"Where's Molly?" he quickly asked, entering the kitchen. Before his wife
+could speak, he saw Molly in her mother's arms with her eyes closed.
+
+"What is it?" he asked, in a hushed voice.
+
+"I--don't--know," sobbed the poor mother. "She complained--of being
+tired. And she wanted--me to hold her. I've held her--nearly all day.
+I'm _so_ glad--you've come, Jake. Do run for the doctor."
+
+"Yes, I will;" and without another word he hurried to the village.
+
+"Will she live?" were his first words after the doctor entered the
+house.
+
+"I hope so," was the cheery answer. "Put her feet in warm water as soon
+as possible. And here is a powder for her. I'll come over in the
+morning. Think she'll be better then."
+
+To the miner's great delight, Molly's blue eyes opened the next morning.
+But if he had gone to the saloon, it might have been different.
+
+[Illustration: SICK MOLLY.]
+
+
+
+
+BABY RALPH'S LETTER.
+
+
+GOLDEN-HAIRED, blue-eyed, sweet-mouthed Baby Ralph lay, a cunning little
+white heap, in his willow cradle.
+
+While he slept, papa and mamma came softly into the room--dropped the
+lightest and sweetest of kisses on the dear baby face, then stole
+quietly out and away to the big city. Did Baby Ralph like this? You will
+hardly think so when you read his letter. Here it is:
+
+     "MY OWN PAPA AND MAMMA,--Does you want to hear 'bout me? You
+     thinked I didn't know you runned way off and left your little baby
+     boy all 'lone. But I did. And I waked up and cried--and cried. And
+     Auntie May looked sober--and grandma looked sober--and grandpa
+     whistled--and I cried hard. Then Auntie May put something in my
+     bottle. 'Twas good, and I didn't cry. But Auntie May bringed water,
+     and put some on my face, and I didn't like it. And I cried
+     awful--so awful Auntie May stopped. Wish you's here, 'cause I don't
+     feel good. If my papa and my mamma's here I'd feel gooder--wouldn't
+     fuss any bit. Wish you's here, I do, to kiss your own
+
+     BABY RALPH."
+
+Did this bring Baby Ralph's papa and mamma? Yes, indeed. And they took
+him and Auntie May back to the big city.
+
+[Illustration: BABY RALPH'S LETTER.]
+
+
+
+
+OUR LITTLE HAND-ORGAN MAN.
+
+
+NEARER and nearer the sitting-room door came the patter of little feet.
+And this queer song was heard over and over:
+
+"Herbie--is--_organ_-hand man!"
+
+Then in pranced our little three-year-old Herbie, his eyes bright, his
+right hand going round and round to imitate the hand-organ man. Under
+his left arm was a cricket.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+"Look here!" said papa, laughing heartily, "you've got the cart before
+the horse. It's hand-organ, not organ-hand."
+"Herbie--is--_organ_-hand-man!"
+
+His eyes only shone the brighter as he persisted in his funny mistake.
+
+
+
+
+GOING TO BOSTON.
+
+
+"WHERE let's go to-day?" asked Elsie, as the three children ran out of
+doors.
+
+"Guess we'll go to Boston," answered Abe. And little Andy echoed,
+"Boston--Boston to-day."
+
+So all three ran to the trunk of a large tree, lying on the ground. Tip,
+their dog, followed. They never went anywhere without Tip.
+
+Andy held the whip, so he sat nearest the horse and drove. Careful Abe
+sat next. He had to hold Andy for fear of a fall. Elsie had nothing else
+to do so she held her hat up on a stick. "So folks'll see we're comin',"
+she told Abe.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+MR. FOX IS SURE.
+
+
+FOXES are very sly. If they want a tender chicken for dinner, they don't
+walk into the poultry yard in broad daylight. Our Mr. Fox knows better
+than that. He waits till all is still at night. Then he steals across
+the yard, and peeps into the hen-house.
+
+All is quiet, so he steps in. Now he stops a moment to listen. He wants
+to be sure that the big dog asleep near the house isn't after him. He
+hears nothing, so he looks around for the hens.
+
+There they are, asleep on a high roost. Can he get them? His eyes shine.
+His mouth waters. He must have one somehow.
+
+He is careful not to make a bit of noise--the sly fellow.
+
+Mr. Fox is sure he can get one now. He reaches up till his black nose
+nearly touches the rooster's long tail-feathers.
+
+He is all ready for a spring, when a rush and a loud barking is heard.
+The dog has scented the fox. So, instead of getting a nice, fat chicken
+for dinner, Mr. Fox has to run for his life. And the dog is close
+behind. So close that Mr. Fox fears that he himself may make a dinner
+for the dog. But he reaches his hole safely.
+
+[Illustration: MR. FOX IS SURE.]
+
+
+
+
+DOLLY KNITS, THEN HIDES.
+
+
+CUNNING little Dolly often gets into mischief. She thinks she can do
+just what grandma and mamma do. One day grandma fell asleep and her
+knitting dropped to the floor.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Dolly soon spied it, and the spectacles, too. She picked both up and
+climbed into a big chair. Before beginning to knit she thought of
+something else.
+
+"Dess Dolly'll put on drandma's tean tap."
+
+So she got the clean cap from the table, and climbed into the big chair
+again. After putting on cap and spectacles, Dolly tried to knit. But she
+only pulled the needles out, and tangled the yarn. And grandma was
+stirring, too. What would she say to Dolly when she woke up?
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Dolly was afraid grandma wouldn't like it, so she slipped from the chair
+and hid behind the clock.
+
+"Where's my work?" asked grandma. "Has Dolly been here?"
+
+"Dolly's done 'way," answered a voice behind the clock.
+
+
+
+
+HATTIE AND THE BUTTERFLY.
+
+
+LITTLE Hattie Vaughn was playing in the back yard, when she saw a
+beautiful butterfly light on a clover blossom just outside the gate. She
+wished she could catch it. So she opened the gate and walked softly the
+butterfly.
+
+Her hand was almost on it, when the butterfly rose lightly in the air
+and sailed away toward the woods.
+
+Hattie watched it. Soon it settled down on a wild lily the other side of
+a rail fence. Hattie crawled through the fence and came close to the
+pretty butterfly again.
+
+But just as her hand came near, away it flew further into the woods.
+Hattie followed. By and by she lost sight of the butterfly. She was
+tired, and wanted to go home. But she did not know the way. She was
+lost. She began to cry, and cried herself to sleep.
+
+Brother Dick found her sleeping under a large tree. Dick and his father
+had been looking for Hattie some time. He sat down beside her and
+thought he would not wake her till his father came. But the moment his
+father spoke, Hattie opened her eyes. She was not afraid with her father
+and Dick near.
+
+[Illustration: HATTIE AND THE BUTTERFLY.]
+
+
+
+
+THE GYPSY CAMP.
+
+
+THE camp was not near the village. It was near the woods. The Gypsies
+chose the place because they could get plenty of dry brush to burn. And
+there was a brook near by where they could get good water. Some of the
+village children thought at first that it would be fine sport to live
+so: never to go to school--never to learn lessons--never to dress up
+clean--always run about as they pleased and where they pleased.
+
+But after the Gypsies had been there a long time, they thought
+differently. They saw the dirty, ragged children carrying big kettles of
+water from the brook, or large bundles of brush from the woods. They
+learned that the women and children did all the work. Perhaps the men
+stole many of the things they had to eat. And one day when two or three
+boys ventured into the camp, they saw, in one of the tents, a poor, sick
+child lying on the bare ground. No one was near it.
+
+They went to their pleasant, comfortable homes, feeling that it was
+better to have a good father and mother to care for them, even if they
+did send them to school and require them to learn lessons.
+
+[Illustration: THE GIPSY]
+
+
+
+
+WALTER'S BUTTERFLIES.
+
+
+"AUNTIE," said Walter, "is't naughty to catch butterflies?"
+
+"I think if I was a little boy, I'd rather see them flying about in the
+sunshine, than shut up in a box or under a glass."
+
+"But is't _wicked_ to kill them?" persisted Walter.
+
+"I think if a little boy caught and killed them because he enjoyed
+seeing them suffer, it would be very wrong. God made all the birds and
+insects to be happy. He don't want us to treat them cruelly."
+
+"But, auntie, there's a great big house in Boston, not far from papa's
+house, and it's most full of dead birds, and spiders, and bugs, and
+butterflies, and everything.
+
+"Yes, Walter, I have been there. But the men who caught the birds and
+insects did not kill them just for the sake of killing something. They
+wished to learn all about the birds and insects in different countries."
+
+"But, auntie," said Walter eagerly, "I saw some ladies when I was out
+yesterday, with birds stuck in their hats. Guess they's wicked."
+
+"Yes, Walter, it's wrong, I think, to kill the pretty little birds to
+wear as ornaments. We should let them live as long as they will."
+
+[Illustration: WALTER'S BUTTERFLIES.]
+
+
+
+
+DOT'S NEW FRIEND.
+
+
+DOT didn't care for such playthings as little girls generally liked. She
+wanted to play out of doors with the boys. And poor little Dot's mother
+didn't care where she played, if she was only out of her way so she
+could get her washing along.
+
+She was a poor washerwoman, and had to work very hard to get something
+for her three children to eat. So Dot had full liberty to go and come as
+she pleased. And it pleased her to play with her brothers. They
+generally went out near the water.
+
+One day Dot was digging in the sand with Ivan's little shovel. "Le's
+have that," said Ivan. "I want to use it now."
+
+"No. Dot wants it," replied the child stoutly.
+
+"Well, you can't have it. So hand it along."
+
+"Dot will have it," was her answer. Then she disappeared behind a large
+boat. Ivan ran after her, and, like Dot, came near running against a
+lady who sat on the sand with a book in her lap. She was talking to Dot.
+
+"Le's have my shovel," interrupted Ivan.
+
+"Give it to him, dear, and I will get you another," said the lady. Dot
+was charmed by the gentle voice, and gave up the shovel without a word.
+Dot saw the lady many times after that.
+
+[Illustration: DOT'S NEW FRIEND.]
+
+
+
+
+BRAVE HAL.
+
+
+"HERE I am, all right, little mother! I'll save you all," said brave
+Hal, as his head appeared at the window. He had been out to see how deep
+the water was.
+
+They were all alone in the old house by the river. Father was away, and
+the water was rising fast. What should they do? All depended on little
+Hal.
+
+"I'll take Annie first, she's so afraid. And you hold baby till I get
+the rest over."
+
+It was but a short distance to higher ground, but he had to step
+carefully. So it seemed a long time to the waiting mother before she saw
+him again.
+
+"Jamie this time, 'cause he's lame," Hal said when his wet face
+appeared. "Then he can see to the little ones."
+
+It was some trouble to get lame Jamie on Hal's back. But at last he too
+was safe beside little Annie. Then Jesse and Lida were carried by the
+same willing though tired arms.
+
+"Now, mother, let me take the baby, and you follow me." The little
+mother's face was pale, but she followed her brave boy, and soon they
+were all safe. Even then it was some trouble to guide the little party
+through the storm and darkness to the nearest neighbor. But Hal was
+brave to the end.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+AT THE SHORE.
+
+
+"EVERY one of us are here, Aunt Kate. Are you ready?"
+
+"Yes, Lizzie, all ready. Just as soon as the boat comes we will start.
+Where are the other girls?"
+
+"Out with Dan."
+
+"It's very kind of Azzie to amuse her little cousins so much. Agnes and
+Dan would be lonely here without her, I fear. And Amy had rather stay
+with Sister Azzie than any one else. That shows that Azzie is a good
+sister. I'm afraid my niece, Lizzie, is the least bit selfish. She
+doesn't like to help amuse her cousins very well."
+
+Lizzie pouted a little. She preferred to talk with Aunt Kate. But she
+wanted to please her aunt, so she resolved to follow her kind advice.
+
+They had a pleasant sail in the boat. And it was delightful eating lunch
+on the cliff which overlooked the bay. But best of all to Lizzie, was
+the story which Aunt Kate told while they sat on the grass after lunch.
+And Aunt Kate did not forget to say an encouraging word to Lizzie for
+doing her part so well through the day.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+LITTLE MOTHER HUBBARD.
+
+
+"I'M in here, Ruby," said Chester to his little sister, when he heard
+her call his name. "Well, what now? You look like a little old woman."
+
+"Pomp and I are going to take a walk."
+
+"If you were only dressed in old clothes, and Pomp was poor instead of
+sleek and fat, you would do for a Mother Hubbard. I guess if your
+cupboard was almost bare, however, you'd share your last crust with
+Pomp; wouldn't you, sis?"
+
+"Of course, Chester, when Pomp saved my life when I was a baby."
+
+"Why, Ruby, you seem only a big baby to me now. Or else you are the real
+Mother Hubbard come to life again in a new style. Which is it--which
+shall I call you, my big baby or my little Mother Hubbard?"
+
+"Mother Hubbard, for I ain't a baby."
+
+"Mother Hubbard it shall be then. Remember this, Ruby, when I'm miles
+away. I hear the stage now. So give me a kiss before I go."
+
+Ruby gave her brother many kisses, and then stood and waved her
+handkerchief till he was out of sight. And then she sat down and cried a
+little and talked a good deal to her old friend Pomp.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+NEW EYES.
+
+
+"ONLY see my dolly's eyes," said Dell to her twin sister Dora. "Wish we
+could get some new ones put it. Let's go and ask Mr. Thomas."
+
+"Yes, we will. We'll go right off now." So Dora and Dell took their
+dolls and went over to see Mr. Thomas. His paints and brushes we all out
+of doors when pleasant. When a rainy day came they were under cover. But
+they were not in a shop then. They were under a great boat.
+
+It was a pleasant day when Dora and Dell took their dolls to be mended.
+So they found Mr. Thomas sitting out of doors in his shirt sleeves. He
+was an old sailor. He liked to be where he could see the water all the
+time.
+
+Mr. Thomas liked children, especially little girls, so he was very
+willing to mend their dolls.
+
+"What color do you want the eyes?" asked Mr. Thomas, after fixing in
+some round beads.
+
+"Blue," answered Dell.
+
+"Mine blue, too," added Dora. "We always have everything just alike."
+
+"There, now they can see just as well as ever."
+
+"Thank you ever so much!" exclaimed both girls at once.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+ROSE AND THE LITTLE BEGGAR.
+
+
+ROSE was out in the garden with mamma. Rose ran here and there,
+gathering the prettiest flowers to make into a bouquet for her. Rose
+thought her mamma the loveliest and best mamma in the world. Nothing was
+too good for her.
+
+"O Mamma!" she cried breathlessly, running up after a long absence,
+"there's a poor girl--outside the fence--over by the rustic chair. She
+looks as though she wanted--something. She won't speak--Oh! come and see
+here, mamma!"
+
+"Poor child! Perhaps she is hungry," said mamma, rising quickly.
+
+They found the child still looking wistfully through the fence. "Would
+you like something to eat?" asked mamma kindly.
+
+The bareheaded and barefooted little girl looked up into the sweet face
+a moment, then said timidly, "Please, lady, give me some flowers."
+
+"I'll give her mine," whispered Rose.
+
+With a hurried, "Thanks, lady," she took the flowers and ran swiftly
+away before another question could be asked.
+
+"I wish I knew where she lived," said Rose.
+
+"I will inquire. We may be able to help her."
+
+[Illustration: ROSE AND THE LITTLE BEGGAR.]
+
+
+
+
+OLD CHARLIE RUNS.
+
+
+SEE old Charlie run. Do you suppose he is afraid of the children or the
+constables? You see old Charlie gets into mischief sometimes when papa
+is away. He gets into the garden where there are a few young fruit
+trees. Old Charlie likes apples and pears. So papa told Neddie he must
+watch, and if old Charlie got into the garden he must drive him out.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+One day old Charlie thought he wouldn't mind such a little boy. Then
+Neddie asked Bess and little Effie to help. Each took a cornstalk. How
+old Charlie ran when he saw them coming.
+
+[Illustration: SOLID COMFORT.]
+
+    Out of the wild north-east
+      The snow comes fly-ing;
+    O-ver our chim-ney tops
+      The wind goes sigh-ing.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    Up, lag-gard birds, a-way,
+      On swift wings go-ing,
+    To where, on south-ern hills,
+    A-far from win-ter's chills,
+      Soft winds are blow-ing.
+
+
+
+
+POLLY AND HER DEAD BIRD.
+
+
+Some one gave lit-tle Pol-ly a bird. It sang all day long, and made the
+nurs-er-y ring with its mer-ry notes. Pol-ly was so fond of it, and
+al-ways fed it her-self. One day when the children had come in from a
+walk, they found the bird dead in its cage. A wick-ed cat had killed it.
+The chil-dren all cried a great deal; and they bur-ied it in a small
+white box in the garden, and plant-ed flow-ers o-ver the grave.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
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+
+[Illustration]
+
+
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+some sand-wich-es and gin-ger-bread. Then Moll stole down stairs, and
+got an a-pron-ful of po-ta-toes, while Jane got some match-es. They were
+go-ing to roast their po-ta-toes; and this is the way they did it. They
+dug a shal-low hole, put them in, cov-ered them with dirt, and then
+built a fire a-bove them. They were ver-y good when they were cooked, I
+can tell you.
+
+
+
+
+BELLE AND HER BROTHERS.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+The same day that Moll and Jane had their pic-nic, Belle and her two
+small broth-ers had one. They did not have a fire: but their cook put up
+a much bet-ter lunch for them, and they took it to their fa-vor-ite
+spot, packed in a bas-ket on their don-key's back; and, while they ate
+their lunch, he nib-bled the soft grass. They had a good time, and were
+not sent to bed without sup-per, as Moll and Jane were, for mak-ing a
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+<hr class="full" />
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+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 405px;">
+<a href="images/cover_lg.jpg">
+<img src="images/cover.jpg" width="405" height="550" alt="image of the book&#39;s cover" title="image of the book&#39;s cover" /></a>
+</div>
+
+<p><br />
+<a name="page_001" id="page_001"></a></p>
+
+<p><br />
+<a name="page_002" id="page_002"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 517px;">
+<img src="images/ill_00006.jpg" width="517" height="664" alt="JUMBO BROKEN LOOSE." title="JUMBO BROKEN LOOSE." />
+<span class="caption">JUMBO BROKEN LOOSE.</span>
+</div>
+
+<p><br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<a name="page_003" id="page_003"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 407px;">
+<img src="images/ill_00007.jpg" width="407"
+height="485"
+alt="M Y &nbsp; T R E A S U R E." title="M Y &nbsp; T R E A S U R E." />
+</div>
+
+<p class="cb"><small>EDITED BY</small><br />
+T H O M A S &nbsp; W.&nbsp;  H A N D F O R D,<br />
+("ELMO.")</p>
+
+<p class="cb">&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;</p>
+
+<p class="cb"><small>CHICAGO AND NEW YORK.</small><br />
+BELFORD, CLARKE &amp; CO.<br />
+1888.</p>
+
+<p><a name="page_004" id="page_004"></a></p>
+
+<p class="c"><small>COPYRIGHT,<br />
+Belford, Clarke &amp; Co.<br />
+1887.</small></p>
+
+<p><a name="page_005" id="page_005"></a></p>
+
+<h3><a name="CONTENTS" id="CONTENTS"></a>CONTENTS.</h3>
+
+<p class="cb">&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;</p>
+
+<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="">
+
+<tr><td colspan="2" align="right"><small>P<small>AGE</small></small></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td>A Queer Play-House</td><td align="right"><a href="#page_050">50</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td>A Reckless Ride</td><td align="right"><a href="#page_008">8</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td>At the Shore</td><td align="right"><a href="#page_082">82</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td>Baby Ralph's Letter</td><td align="right"><a href="#page_064">64</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td>Bell and her Pet Dog</td><td align="right"><a href="#page_042">42</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td>Belle and her Brothers</td><td align="right"><a href="#page_095">95</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td>Betty and Polly</td><td align="right"><a href="#page_033">33</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td>Brave Hal</td><td align="right"><a href="#page_080">80</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td>Dolly Knits, then Hides</td><td align="right"><a href="#page_070">70, 71</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td>Dot's New Friend</td><td align="right"><a href="#page_078">78</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td>Frankie Minds Mamma</td><td align="right"><a href="#page_058">58</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td>Going to Bed</td><td align="right"><a href="#page_018">18</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td>Going to Boston</td><td align="right"><a href="#page_067">67</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td>Hattie and the Butterfly</td><td align="right"><a href="#page_072">72</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td>Jane and Rob</td><td align="right"><a href="#page_046">46, 47</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td>Little May's Pet</td><td align="right"><a href="#page_036">36</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td>Little Mother Hubbard</td><td align="right"><a href="#page_084">84</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td>May and her Papa</td><td align="right"><a href="#page_041">41</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td>Meg and Little Bell</td><td align="right"><a href="#page_032">32</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td>Milk for Baby's Supper</td><td align="right"><a href="#page_030">30</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td>Moll and Jane's Picnic</td><td align="right"><a href="#page_094">94</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td>Mr. Fox is Sure</td><td align="right"><a href="#page_068">68</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td>New Eyes</td><td align="right"><a href="#page_086">86</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td>Old Charlie Runs</td><td align="right"><a href="#page_090">90</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td>Only a Bird</td><td align="right"><a href="#page_054">54</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td>Our Little Hand-Organ Man</td><td align="right"><a href="#page_066">66</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td>Playing at Soldiers</td><td align="right"><a href="#page_020">20, 21</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td>Polly and her Dead Bird</td><td align="right"><a href="#page_093">93</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td>Poor Joe</td><td align="right"><a href="#page_060">60</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td>Rebie's New Home</td><td align="right"><a href="#page_048">48</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td>Rose and the Little Beggar</td><td align="right"><a href="#page_088">88</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td>Sick Molly</td><td align="right"><a href="#page_062">62</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td>The Disobedient Mouse</td><td align="right"><a href="#page_022">22, 23</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td>The Fishing-Boat Nancy</td><td align="right"><a href="#page_010">10</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td>The Gypsy Camp</td><td align="right"><a href="#page_074">74</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td>The Pet Rabbit</td><td align="right"><a href="#page_039">39</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td>The Shark</td><td align="right"><a href="#page_026">26</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td>The Three Kittens</td><td align="right"><a href="#page_044">44, 45</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td>The Two Stags</td><td align="right"><a href="#page_038">38</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td>Tom, Grace and Lou</td><td align="right"><a href="#page_037">37</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td>Walter's Butterflies</td><td align="right"><a href="#page_076">76</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td>What a Kiss Did</td><td align="right"><a href="#page_056">56</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td>Who is to Blame?</td><td align="right"><a href="#page_052">52</a></td></tr>
+</table>
+
+<p class="cb">&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;</p>
+
+<p class="cb"><a name="POETRY" id="POETRY"></a>POETRY.</p>
+
+<p class="cb">&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;</p>
+
+<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="">
+
+<tr><td colspan="2" align="right"><small>P<small>AGE</small></small></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td>Baby Boy</td><td align="right"><a href="#page_028">28</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td>Bertie and Rover</td><td align="right"><a href="#page_024">24</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td>Cowslips</td><td align="right"><a href="#page_016">16</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td>Doll and I</td><td align="right"><a href="#page_040">40</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td>"Fly Little Bird Away"</td><td align="right"><a href="#page_034">34, 35</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td>May Day</td><td align="right"><a href="#page_019">19</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td>My Treasure</td><td align="right"><a href="#page_007">7</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td>"Out of the Wild Northeast</td><td align="right"><a href="#page_092">92</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td>Tad and the Lobster</td><td align="right"><a href="#page_031">31</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td>The Blacksmith</td><td align="right"><a href="#page_015">15</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td>The Disobedient Mouse</td><td align="right"><a href="#page_022">22, 23</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td>The Little Rill</td><td align="right"><a href="#page_012">12</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td>The Robin</td><td align="right"><a href="#page_014">14</a></td></tr>
+</table>
+
+<p><a name="page_006" id="page_006"></a></p>
+
+<p class="cb"><a name="ILLUSTRATIONS" id="ILLUSTRATIONS"></a>ILLUSTRATIONS.</p>
+
+<p class="cb">&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;</p>
+
+<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="">
+
+<tr><td>Jumbo Broken Loose</td><td align="right"><i>Frontispiece.</i></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td colspan="2" align="right"><small>P<small>AGE</small></small></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td>A Queer Play-House</td><td align="right"><a href="#page_051">51</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td>A Reckless Ride</td><td align="right"><a href="#page_009">9</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td>At the Shore</td><td align="right"><a href="#page_083">83</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td>Baby Boy</td><td align="right"><a href="#page_028">28</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td>Baby Ralph's Letter</td><td align="right"><a href="#page_065">65</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td>Bell and her Pet Dog</td><td align="right"><a href="#page_043">43</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td>Belle and her Brothers</td><td align="right"><a href="#page_095">95</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td>Bertie and Rover</td><td align="right"><a href="#page_025">25</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td>Betty and Polly</td><td align="right"><a href="#page_033">33</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td>Brave Hal</td><td align="right"><a href="#page_081">81</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td>Cowslips</td><td align="right"><a href="#page_017">17</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td>Doll and I</td><td align="right"><a href="#page_040">40</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td>Dolly Knits, then Hides</td><td align="right"><a href="#page_070">70, 71</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td>Dot's New Friend</td><td align="right"><a href="#page_079">79</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td>"Fly Little Bird Away"</td><td align="right"><a href="#page_034">34, 35</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td>Frankie Minds Mamma</td><td align="right"><a href="#page_059">59</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td>Going to Bed</td><td align="right"><a href="#page_018">18</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td>Going to Boston</td><td align="right"><a href="#page_067">67</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td>Hattie and the Butterfly</td><td align="right"><a href="#page_073">73</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td>Jack and Jill</td><td align="right"><a href="#page_029">29</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td>Jane and Rob</td><td align="right"><a href="#page_046">46, 47</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td>Little May's Pet</td><td align="right"><a href="#page_036">36</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td>Little Mother Hubbard</td><td align="right"><a href="#page_085">85</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td>May Day</td><td align="right"><a href="#page_019">19</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td>May and her Papa</td><td align="right"><a href="#page_041">41</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td>Meg and Little Bell</td><td align="right"><a href="#page_032">32</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td>Milk for Baby's Supper</td><td align="right"><a href="#page_030">30</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td>Moll and Jane's Picnic</td><td align="right"><a href="#page_094">94</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td>Mr. Fox is Sure</td><td align="right"><a href="#page_069">69</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td>My Treasure</td><td align="right"><a href="#page_007">7</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td>New Eyes</td><td align="right"><a href="#page_087">87</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td>Old Charlie Runs</td><td align="right"><a href="#page_090">90</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td>Only a Bird</td><td align="right"><a href="#page_055">55</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td>Our Little Hand-Organ Man</td><td align="right"><a href="#page_066">66</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td>"Out of the Wild Northeast"</td><td align="right"><a href="#page_091">91</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td>Playing at Soldiers</td><td align="right"><a href="#page_020">20, 21</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td>Polly and her Dead Bird</td><td align="right"><a href="#page_093">93</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td>Poor Joe</td><td align="right"><a href="#page_061">61</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td>Rebie's New Home</td><td align="right"><a href="#page_049">49</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td>Rose and the Little Beggar</td><td align="right"><a href="#page_089">89</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td>Sick Molly</td><td align="right"><a href="#page_063">63</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td>Solid Comfort</td><td align="right"><a href="#page_091">91</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td>Tad and the Lobster</td><td align="right"><a href="#page_031">31</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td>The Blacksmith</td><td align="right"><a href="#page_015">15</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td>The Disobedient Mouse</td><td align="right"><a href="#page_022">22, 23</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td>The Fishing-Boat Nancy</td><td align="right"><a href="#page_011">11</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td>The Gipsy Camp</td><td align="right"><a href="#page_075">75</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td>The Little Rill</td><td align="right"><a href="#page_013">13</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td>The Pet Rabbit</td><td align="right"><a href="#page_039">39</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td>The Shark</td><td align="right"><a href="#page_027">27</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td>The Three Kittens</td><td align="right"><a href="#page_044">44, 45</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td>The Two Stags</td><td align="right"><a href="#page_038">38</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td>Tom, Grace and Lou</td><td align="right"><a href="#page_037">37</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td>Walter's Butterflies</td><td align="right"><a href="#page_077">77</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td>What a Kiss Did</td><td align="right"><a href="#page_057">57</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td>Who is to Blame?</td><td align="right"><a href="#page_053">53</a></td></tr>
+</table>
+
+<p><br />
+<br />
+<a name="page_007" id="page_007"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 488px;">
+<img src="images/ill_00011.jpg" width="488"
+height="645" alt="I WONDER, I WONDER.
+M Y   T R E A S U R E.
+THOMAS W. HANDFORD.
+Bright with smiles and wreathed with flowers.
+Happy be thy morning hours;
+Cloudless skies above thy head,
+Fair the earth for thee to tread,
+Songs of birds thy path attend;&mdash;
+All the good that heaven can send,
+Crown with joy thy morning hours,
+Wreathed with smiles and bright with flowers." title="I WONDER, I WONDER.
+M Y   T R E A S U R E.
+THOMAS W. HANDFORD.
+Bright with smiles and wreathed with flowers.
+Happy be thy morning hours;
+Cloudless skies above thy head,
+Fair the earth for thee to tread,
+Songs of birds thy path attend;&mdash;
+All the good that heaven can send,
+Crown with joy thy morning hours,
+Wreathed with smiles and bright with flowers." />
+</div>
+
+<p><a name="page_008" id="page_008"></a></p>
+
+<h3><a name="A_RECKLESS_RIDE" id="A_RECKLESS_RIDE"></a>A RECKLESS RIDE.</h3>
+
+<p class="cb">&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;</p>
+
+<p class="nind"><span style="width: 92px;">
+<img src="images/ill_00012.jpg" width="92" height="140" alt="R" title="R" />
+</span>ECKLESS Ina, she was called, because she did so many reckless things.
+But her name was Ina Bradford. She had no brothers, so she used to tell
+her father that she would be his boy. And it was no trial to Ina do
+boy's work.</p>
+
+<p>Dish-washing she particularly disliked. And as to sewing&mdash;why, she had
+rather go ragged any time than sew up the rents in her dress.</p>
+
+<p>The one thing that Ina enjoyed more than anything else in the world, was
+riding on horseback. Her father kept several horses. And he was
+perfectly willing she should use any of the farm horses whenever she
+liked. But Black Jupiter she must never touch. He was a large,
+high-spirited horse, very unsafe for a young girl. But oh! how Ina
+longed to get on Jupiter's back.</p>
+
+<p>One day when her father had gone away Ina resolved to try. She put
+bridle and saddle on without trouble. But the moment Black Jupiter felt
+her weight on his back, he started on a run up the street. At first Ina
+thought it great fun, but by and by her arms ached so she could scarcely
+hold the bridle. And when Jupiter jumped at the cackling of a goose, Ina
+would have fallen if a strong, brave boy had not caught the bridle. Ina
+did not care to ride Black Jupiter again.<a name="page_009" id="page_009"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 478px;">
+<img src="images/ill_00013.jpg" width="478" height="641" alt="A RECKLESS RIDE." title="A RECKLESS RIDE." />
+<span class="caption">A RECKLESS RIDE.</span>
+</div>
+
+<p><a name="page_010" id="page_010"></a></p>
+
+<h3><a name="THE_FISHING_BOAT_NANCY" id="THE_FISHING_BOAT_NANCY"></a>THE FISHING BOAT NANCY.</h3>
+
+<p>Here is the fish-ing boat Nan-cy. But where is the fish-er-man? Oh! he
+has gone up the beach to his house to see his wife and his lit-tle
+daugh-ter. He was in a great hur-ry, for he did not wait to take down
+his sails, but on-ly made the boat fast to an old pile.</p>
+
+<p>The rea-son of his haste was that his lit-tle daugh-ter Bess is quite
+ill. He had to go to sea this morn-ing, for he is a poor man, and must
+work ev-er-y day, but when he left Bess was in a fe-ver. All day long he
+has been ve-ry anx-ious. But now good news is wait-ing him. At four
+o'clock the fe-ver left her, and she is much bet-ter, and is wait-ing
+for her pa-pa to come in. How glad he will be! But he can-not stop long
+now, on-ly just to give her a kiss, for the boat must be ta-ken care of,
+and the fish that he has caught must be sent to mar-ket; so back he will
+go, but he will work now with a light-er heart, for his fear is gone.<a name="page_011" id="page_011"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 478px;">
+<img src="images/ill_00015.jpg" width="478" height="617" alt="THE FISHING BOAT NANCY." title="THE FISHING BOAT NANCY." />
+<span class="caption">THE FISHING BOAT NANCY.</span>
+</div>
+
+<p><br />
+<br />
+<a name="page_012" id="page_012"></a></p>
+
+<h3><a name="THE_LITTLE_RILL" id="THE_LITTLE_RILL"></a>THE LITTLE RILL.</h3>
+
+<p class="poem">
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Drop by drop the lit-tle rill</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Feeds the lim-pid stream be-low,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Gleam-ing, spark-ling down the hill,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Till it joins the riv-er's flow.</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 7.5em;">&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Drop by drop the whole night long;</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Drop by drop the long night through,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Sing-ing low and soft its song;</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Leaps the rill, in meas-ure true.</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 7.5em;">&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Drop by drop like gems of light,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Danc-ing where the sun-beams play,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Grows the stream-let clear and bright,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Where the sweet ferns line the way.</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 7.5em;">&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Like a mol-ten sil-ver tide</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Led by fai-ries, here and there;</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Now by rug-ged moun-tain side;</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Now by pas-ture green and fair.<a name="page_013" id="page_013"></a></span><br />
+<br />
+</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 460px;">
+<img src="images/ill_00017.jpg" width="460" height="565" alt="THE LITTLE RILL." title="THE LITTLE RILL." />
+<span class="caption">THE LITTLE RILL.</span>
+</div>
+
+<p><br />
+<br /><a name="page_014" id="page_014"></a></p>
+
+<h3><a name="THE_ROBIN" id="THE_ROBIN"></a>THE ROBIN.</h3>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 202px;">
+<img src="images/ill_00018.jpg" width="202" height="600" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="poem">
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">L<small>IT-TLE</small> rob-in, wild bird,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Sing-ing sweet and blithe,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Care-less of Time's hour glass</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And his crook-ed scythe,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Prod-i-gal of pleas-ure</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">In a harm-less way,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Greet-ing in the sun-shine</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">This thy hol-i-day.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">When the or-phan chil-dren</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Wan-dered in the wood,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">We shall stillre-mem-ber</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Thou wert kind and good;</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">As their cheeks grew pa-ler,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And with tears were wet,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Thou didst sprin-kle o'er them</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Man-y a vi-o-let.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Cheer us in the au-tumn,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">When the rains be-gin,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">While the gay flow-ers with-er,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And the woods grow thin.</span><br />
+<br />
+</p>
+
+<p><br />
+<br />
+<a name="page_015" id="page_015"></a></p>
+
+<h3><a name="THE_BLACKSMITH" id="THE_BLACKSMITH"></a>THE BLACKSMITH.</h3>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 452px;">
+<img src="images/ill_00019.jpg" width="452" height="413" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="poem">
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">C<small>LANG</small>, cling, clang, cling!</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Bel-lows, you must roar; and, an-vil, you must ring;</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Ham-mer, you and I must work, for ding, dong, ding!</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Must dress my Kate and ba-by, and bread for us must bring.<a name="page_016" id="page_016"></a></span><br />
+</p>
+
+<h3><a name="COWSLIPS" id="COWSLIPS"></a>COWSLIPS.</h3>
+
+<p class="poem">
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Yel-low, yel-low cow-slip,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Grow-ing in the grass,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Thou dost bloom so bright-ly,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Thou dost smell so sweet-ly,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">That the ve-ry cat-tle</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Light-ly o'er thee pass.</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 6em;">&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Yel-low, yel-low cow-slip,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Chil-dren gath-er thee</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">In the ear-ly sum-mer,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">In the dew-y morn-ing,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">When his nest be-side thee,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Leaves the lark so free.</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 6em;">&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Yel-low, yel-low cow-slip,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Shin-ing in the sun,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">When the tall grass mead-ows</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Yield un-to the mow-ers,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Then thy life is end-ed,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Pen-sive lit-tle one.<a name="page_017" id="page_017"></a></span><br />
+<br />
+</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 479px;">
+<img src="images/ill_00021.jpg" width="479" height="553" alt="COWSLIPS." title="COWSLIPS." />
+<span class="caption">COWSLIPS.</span>
+</div>
+
+<p><br />
+<br />
+<a name="page_018" id="page_018"></a></p>
+
+<h3><a name="GOING_TO_BED" id="GOING_TO_BED"></a>GOING TO BED.</h3>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 470px;">
+<img src="images/ill_00022.jpg" width="470" height="327" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>May and Kate and Lou and wee Tom-my have been sit-ting by the fire in
+the nur-se-ry for the last hour look-ing through their books. But now
+the books have all been put on the shelf and nurse has made them ready
+for bed. Mam-ma has come up, as she al-ways does, to hear their pray-ers
+and have a short chat with them af-ter they are tuck-ed up in their
+cribs. The chat has to be short, for these lit-tle peo-ple fall a-sleep
+in no time.<a name="page_019" id="page_019"></a></p>
+
+<h3><a name="MAY_DAY" id="MAY_DAY"></a>MAY DAY.</h3>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 288px;">
+<img src="images/ill_00023.jpg" width="288" height="289" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="poem">
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">One day, all</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">in the sweet</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">spring weath-er,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Two lit-tle folk</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">went out to-geth-er.</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Oh the bright May-day!</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Sun was shin-ing,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">birds were</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">sing-ing,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Flow-ers bloom-ing,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">May-bells ring-ing!</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Oh the glad May-day!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">So they two went forth a May-ing,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Laugh-ing, dan-cing, sing-ing, say-ing</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">"Oh the bright May-day!</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">What care we for moth-er's warn-ing?</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Who would bide at home this morn-ing?</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Oh the glad May-day!"<a name="page_020" id="page_020"></a></span><br />
+</p>
+
+<h3><a name="PLAYING_AT_SOLDIER" id="PLAYING_AT_SOLDIER"></a>PLAYING AT SOLDIER.</h3>
+
+<p>"S<small>HOUL-DER</small> arms!" said Dick. "For-ward, march!" If you had been in the
+room next to the hall where the chil-dren were play-ing that rain-y day,
+you would have thought that an ar-my was march-ing back and forth, they
+made such a noise. Then, all at once, the noise stopped. "The ar-my will
+lie down, and go to sleep for the night," said Dick.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 459px;">
+<img src="images/ill_00024.jpg" width="459" height="337" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>
+<br />
+</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 455px;">
+<img src="images/ill_00025.jpg" width="455" height="339" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="nind">The ar-my<a name="page_021" id="page_021"></a> lay down
+to play sleep, and in a twin-kling it fell in-to a real sleep. Ev-er-y
+man was in the land of Nod. Jane, who had been out to the barn for a
+bas-ket of ap-ples, was so sur-prised at the sight, that three great red
+ones fell out on the floor be-fore she could catch them. Just at that
+mo-ment the boys' eyes o-pened, and they had the ap-ples in less than no
+time.</p>
+
+<p><a name="page_022" id="page_022"></a></p>
+
+<h3><a name="THE_DISOBEDIENT_MOUSE" id="THE_DISOBEDIENT_MOUSE"></a>THE DISOBEDIENT MOUSE.</h3>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 297px;">
+<img src="images/ill_00026.jpg" width="297" height="461" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="poem">
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">S<small>AD</small> is the tale</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">I have to tell,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Of what a lit-tle</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">mouse be-fell.</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">"My darl-ing child,"</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">His moth-er said,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">"There are two things</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">That you must dread.</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">One is the mon-ster</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">called a cat;</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And one a trap.</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Ne'er go</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">near that,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">No mat-ter how the cheese may smell:</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">You'll rue the day. Mark</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">my words well."</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And mous-ey lis-tened to her say.</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Had he but heed-ed! Well-a-day!<a name="page_023" id="page_023"></a></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">That ver-y night he smelled some cheese.</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Quoth he, "What o-dors sweet are these?</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">I'll go and see: per-chance the cook</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Has dropped a bit. Here's for a look!"</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">A-las! a-las! dear chil-dren all,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">He dis-o-beyed. Be-hold his fall.</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">He saw the trap, with bits of cheese.</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">"I'll on-ly take just one of these,&mdash;</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">A sin-gle one, not an-y more."</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Click went the spring; down fell the door!</span><br />
+</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 230px;">
+<img src="images/ill_00027.jpg" width="230" height="231" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="poem">
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">How sleek looks puss-y! How well fed!</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Poor mous-ey's moth-er weeps in bed.</span><br />
+</p>
+
+<p><a name="page_024" id="page_024"></a></p>
+
+<h3><a name="BERTIE_AND_ROVER" id="BERTIE_AND_ROVER"></a>BERTIE AND ROVER.</h3>
+
+<p class="poem">
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">"O Ro-ver! I love you,"</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Young Mas-ter Ber-tie said.</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">To prove his words were true,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">He hugged the dog's rough head.</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 7.5em;">&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Ro-ver knew not one half</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">His lit-tle mas-ter said;</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">But when he heard him laugh,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">He quick-ly raised his head.</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 7.5em;">&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">He loved to run a-bout</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">A-mong the lambs and sheep,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Which lay in groups a-bout,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Ap-pa-rent-ly a-sleep.</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 7.5em;">&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">He'd leap a five-barred gate,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">And then, with con-scious pride,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">For Bertie's com-ing wait</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Up-on the oth-er side.<a name="page_025" id="page_025"></a></span><br />
+</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 482px;">
+<img src="images/ill_00029.jpg" width="482" height="610" alt="BERTIE AND ROVER." title="BERTIE AND ROVER." />
+<span class="caption">BERTIE AND ROVER.</span>
+</div>
+
+<p><a name="page_026" id="page_026"></a></p>
+
+<h3><a name="THE_SHARK" id="THE_SHARK"></a>THE SHARK.</h3>
+
+<p>What great fish is this? It is a shark. He is fast now, and the men will
+soon have him up on the ship's deck, where they will make an end of him.</p>
+
+<p>Sharks are ve-ry fierce. They are so large, too, that they can eat up a
+man with-out a-ny trou-ble. In some parts of the world peo-ple nev-er
+dare go in bath-ing, be-cause of them. You can see in the pic-ture what
+great teeth they have. This fel-low has been at ma-ny a bad piece of
+work, I have no doubt; but now all his pranks are at an end. He has
+fol-lowed the ship mile af-ter mile to pick up a-ny scraps that were
+thrown o-ver, and they have tast-ed so well, that when he saw a great
+piece of pork come splash in-to the wa-ter, he swal-lowed it down
+with-out stopping to think that there might be a hook in it. Then all at
+once he found that he was fast. Strug-gle as hard as he could, it was of
+no use; he was held fast.</p>
+
+<p><br />
+<a name="page_027" id="page_027"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 417px;">
+<img src="images/ill_00031.jpg" width="417" height="628" alt="THE SHARK." title="THE SHARK." />
+<span class="caption">THE SHARK.</span>
+</div>
+
+<p><a name="page_028" id="page_028"></a></p>
+
+<h3><a name="BABY_BOY" id="BABY_BOY"></a>BABY BOY.</h3>
+
+<p class="poem">
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">"Ho! mas-ter ba-by boy.</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Where are you go-ing?</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Dark are the win-try skies:</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Soon 'twill be snow-ing.</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Back to the nur-se-ry,</span></p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 289px;">
+<img src="images/ill_00032.jpg" width="289" height="273" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="poem"><br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Where the fire's</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">glow-ing."</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">"I doe back"&mdash;</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">stamps his foot.</span><br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="poem"
+style="clear:both;"><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">"No! I are doe-ing</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Down to my busi-ness.</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">A big boy I'm drow-ing.</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Just where my pa-pa does,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Dat's where I'm doe-ing."<a name="page_029" id="page_029"></a></span><br />
+</p>
+
+<h3><a name="JACK_AND_JILL" id="JACK_AND_JILL"></a>JACK AND JILL.</h3>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 479px;">
+<img src="images/ill_00033.jpg" width="479"
+height="511" alt="THESE are Jack and Jill.
+Do you not see their pail?
+They fill it with salt wa-ter." title="THESE are Jack and Jill.
+Do you not see their pail?
+They fill it with salt wa-ter." />
+</div>
+
+<p>"W<small>HAT</small> a sweet lit-tle lamb!" said May. "No: it is a wolf. I must run: he
+will eat me."<a name="page_030" id="page_030"></a></p>
+
+<h3><a name="MILK_FOR_BABYS_SUPPER" id="MILK_FOR_BABYS_SUPPER"></a>MILK FOR BABY'S SUPPER.</h3>
+
+<p>"P<small>LEASE</small>, Mrs. Wright, moth-er would like to bor-row a cup of milk for
+ba-by's sup-per. Our cow has strayed a-way, and Tom has gone to find
+her."&mdash;"Of course she shall have it, Tom," said Mrs. Wright. "How is
+ba-by?"</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 445px;">
+<img src="images/ill_00034.jpg" width="445" height="315" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="nind">Tom's lit-tle ba-by sis-ter had been ver-y ill, and they had all
+been a-fraid that she would not live. But now she was much bet-ter. Tom
+told Mrs. Wright this, and then ran home.</p>
+
+<p><a name="page_031" id="page_031"></a></p>
+
+<h3><a name="TAD_AND_THE_LOBSTER" id="TAD_AND_THE_LOBSTER"></a>TAD AND THE LOBSTER.</h3>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 452px;">
+<img src="images/ill_00035.jpg" width="452"
+height="566" alt="THERE was a
+little lad
+Whose name was Tad,
+Down by the sea.
+&quot;A-ha! a-ha&quot; cried he:
+&quot;A play-fellow I see,
+Com-ing to play
+with me.&quot;
+But soon he
+changed his cry:
+The tears came
+in his eye.
+&quot;Let go!&quot; he
+cried; &quot;let go!
+You don't play
+fair, you know.
+O mam-my,
+quick! Boo-hoo!
+He'll bite my
+finger through!&quot;" title="THERE was a
+little lad
+Whose name was Tad,
+Down by the sea.
+&quot;A-ha! a-ha&quot; cried he:
+&quot;A play-fellow I see,
+Com-ing to play
+with me.&quot;
+But soon he
+changed his cry:
+The tears came
+in his eye.
+&quot;Let go!&quot; he
+cried; &quot;let go!
+You don't play
+fair, you know.
+O mam-my,
+quick! Boo-hoo!
+He'll bite my
+finger through!&quot;" />
+</div>
+
+<p><a name="page_032" id="page_032"></a></p>
+
+<h3><a name="MEG_AND_LITTLE_BELL" id="MEG_AND_LITTLE_BELL"></a>MEG AND LITTLE BELL.</h3>
+
+<p>M<small>EG</small> and her lit-tle sis-ter Bell went for a walk in the mea-dow. A cow
+came down to the brook to drink. Bell was pick-ing some flow-ers, and
+did not see her un-til she was close up-on her. Then she gave a loud
+cry, and ran to Meg, and clutched tight hold of her dress.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 445px;">
+<img src="images/ill_00036.jpg" width="445" height="303" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="nind">Meg soon set
+her fears to rest; and the cow looked on with wide o-pened eyes, as much
+as to say, "What a fool-ish child this is! I give her milk ev-er-y day."</p>
+
+<p><a name="page_033" id="page_033"></a></p>
+
+<h3><a name="BETTY_AND_POLLY" id="BETTY_AND_POLLY"></a>BETTY AND POLLY.</h3>
+
+<p>B<small>ET-TY</small> came to make a call on Pol-ly. So Pol-ly got out all her toys,
+and put them on the floor in a great heap, and they each sat down
+be-side them. Bet-ty liked best of all a stuffed rab-bit that squeaked
+when you squeezed it; and she tucked it un-der her arm, and took it all
+a-bout from room to room with her.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 449px;">
+<img src="images/ill_00037.jpg" width="449" height="308" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="nind">Pol-ly at last, when she saw how much
+she liked it, gave it to her for her ver-y own; and Bet-ty went home
+hap-py, with the rabbit on her arms.</p>
+
+<p><a name="page_034" id="page_034"></a></p>
+
+<h3><a name="FLY_LITTLE_BIRD_AWAY" id="FLY_LITTLE_BIRD_AWAY"></a>"FLY LITTLE BIRD AWAY."</h3>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 459px;">
+<img src="images/ill_00038.jpg" width="459"
+height="578" alt="A LIT-TLE girl
+Read in her book,
+How a wick-ed boy
+A wild bird took
+From out its nest
+In the green-wood tree.
+A cap-tive now
+&#39;Tis forced to be,
+And flut-ters its poor
+  wings all day long,
+And beats the bars of its cage so strong.
+
+&quot;Poor lit-tle bird!&quot;
+She soft-ly cried;
+Then on her head
+Her hood she tied,
+Took down the cage
+Of her own bird,
+Opened the door,
+With joy-ous word.
+&quot;Fly, lit-tle bird, a-way,&quot;
+  quoth she,
+&quot;Back to your home in the green-wood tree.&quot;" title="A LIT-TLE girl
+Read in her book,
+How a wick-ed boy
+A wild bird took
+From out its nest
+In the green-wood tree.
+A cap-tive now
+&#39;Tis forced to be,
+And flut-ters its poor
+  wings all day long,
+And beats the bars of its cage so strong.
+
+&quot;Poor lit-tle bird&quot;
+She soft-ly cried;
+Then on her head
+Her hood she tied,
+Took down the cage
+Of her own bird,
+Opened the door,
+With joy-ous word.
+&quot;Fly, lit-tle bird, a-way,&quot;
+  quoth she,
+&quot;Back to your home in the green-wood tree.&quot;" />
+</div>
+
+<p>
+<br />
+</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 444px;">
+<img src="images/ill_00039.jpg" width="444"
+height="569" alt="A-way, a-way,
+The glad bird flew,
+Far out of sight,
+In heav-ens blue.
+The wee girl watched
+With won-der-ing eye,
+Till it had fad-ed
+In the sky,
+Then sat her down, and cried, &quot;Boo-hoo!
+My bird is gone! What shall I do?&quot;
+
+Her pin-a-fore
+With tears was wet:
+&quot;My bird a-gain,
+&quot;I'll nev-er get.&quot;
+At last she raised
+Her weep-ing eye,
+And there at hand,
+What should she spy
+But bird-ie hop-ping in
+  his door,
+Tired of his freedom,
+  back once more." title="A-way, a-way,
+The glad bird flew,
+Far out of sight,
+In heav-ens blue.
+The wee girl watched
+With won-der-ing eye,
+Till it had fad-ed
+In the sky,
+Then sat her down, and cried, &quot;Boo-hoo!
+My bird is gone! What shall I do?&quot;
+
+Her pin-a-fore
+With tears was wet:
+&quot;My bird a-gain,
+&quot;I'll nev-er get.&quot;
+At last she raised
+Her weep-ing eye,
+And there at hand,
+What should she spy
+But bird-ie hop-ping in
+  his door,
+Tired of his freedom,
+  back once more." />
+</div>
+
+<p><a name="page_035" id="page_035"></a></p>
+
+<p><a name="page_036" id="page_036"></a></p>
+
+<h3><a name="LITTLE_MAYS_PET" id="LITTLE_MAYS_PET"></a>LITTLE MAY'S PET.</h3>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 424px;">
+<img src="images/ill_00040.jpg" width="424" height="310" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>"Come in, puss," said lit-tle May, "and you shall have a nice cup of
+milk for your break-fast. And I will put a fresh rib-bon on your neck,
+too." Puss walked in at once, for he was ve-ry hun-gry. For more than an
+hour she had been watch-ing at a mouse-hole, but the mouse would not
+come out and be caught. So at last she had grown tired of wait-ing.<a name="page_037" id="page_037"></a></p>
+
+<h3><a name="TOM_GRACE_AND_LOU" id="TOM_GRACE_AND_LOU"></a>TOM, GRACE AND LOU.</h3>
+
+<p>T<small>OM</small> and Grace and Lou had been down to the brook the day be-fore, and
+had caught three frogs. They got one of pa-pa's old ci-gar box-es, and
+lined it with leaves, and cut small holes in it, that the air might pass
+in and out.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 450px;">
+<img src="images/ill_00041.jpg" width="450" height="291" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>The next morn-ing they o-pened the box, and put them on the grass: they
+looked ver-y ill. "Let's take them back to the brook," said Lou. As soon
+as the frogs saw the wa-ter, they jumped, and were seen no more.<a name="page_038" id="page_038"></a></p>
+
+<h3><a name="THE_TWO_STAGS" id="THE_TWO_STAGS"></a>THE TWO STAGS.</h3>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 421px;">
+<img src="images/ill_00042.jpg" width="421" height="314" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>H<small>ERE</small> we are out in the wild woods. What a pret-ty lit-tle glade it is,
+with a spring of fresh wa-ter in it! But see, there are two stags here,
+fight-ing as if they were bit-ter foes. Their great wide-spread ant-lers
+are locked in-to each oth-er's. It some-times hap-pens in these fights
+that the ant-lers get so fast-ened to-geth-er that the stags can-not get
+them a-part. Then they both die. This will show you how quar-rels of-ten
+have ve-ry sad ends.<a name="page_039" id="page_039"></a></p>
+
+<h3><a name="THE_PET_RABBIT" id="THE_PET_RABBIT"></a>THE PET RABBIT.</h3>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 451px;">
+<img src="images/ill_00043.jpg" width="451" height="308" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>T<small>OM</small> and Grace hur-ried through their break-fast, and ran out to feed
+their pet rab-bit. Grace did not ev-en wait to put on her hat. But, when
+they came to the hutch, there was no rab-bit there.</p>
+
+<p>"We must tell John to look for him," said Grace. "There he is! Let's
+run." So they ran down the path to meet the gar-den-er's boy. John said
+that he would look just as soon as he took the bas-ket of let-tuce to
+the cook.<a name="page_040" id="page_040"></a></p>
+
+<h3><a name="DOLL_AND_I" id="DOLL_AND_I"></a>DOLL AND I.</h3>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 457px;">
+<img src="images/ill_00044.jpg" width="457"
+height="577" alt="&quot;OH, dear! Oh, dear!
+&#39;Tis al-most nine.
+The birds all sing,
+The sun does shine.
+Poor Doll and I
+To school must go:
+I don't see why,
+We hate it so.
+I hate those let-ters. They twist and turn.
+There's no use try-ing: I'll nev-er learn.
+
+Hur-rah! hur-rah!
+At last it's two!
+I am so glad!
+What shall we do?
+Come, Doll, let's run.
+I'll nev-er go,
+When I get big,
+To school, I know;
+But ev-er-y min-ute of the day
+I'll spend just as I like, in play.&quot;" title="&quot;OH, dear! Oh, dear!
+&#39;Tis al-most nine.
+The birds all sing,
+The sun does shine.
+Poor Doll and I
+To school must go:
+I don't see why,
+We hate it so.
+I hate those let-ters. They twist and turn.
+There's no use try-ing: I'll nev-er learn.
+
+Hur-rah! hur-rah!
+At last it's two!
+I am so glad!
+What shall we do?
+Come, Doll, let's run.
+I'll nev-er go,
+When I get big,
+To school, I know;
+But ev-er-y min-ute of the day
+I'll spend just as I like, in play.&quot;" />
+</div>
+
+<p><a name="page_041" id="page_041"></a></p>
+
+<h3><a name="MAY_AND_HER_PA-PA" id="MAY_AND_HER_PA-PA"></a>MAY AND HER PA-PA.</h3>
+
+<p>P<small>A-PA</small> and mam-ma will soon have sup-per; for I see Jane bring-ing it in
+on a tray. But, un-til they do, May is to ride a cock-horse on her
+pa-pa's knee. Pa-pa goes to town to business ev-er-y day, and, when he
+comes back, May and her sis-ter Fan run to meet him. They take his hat,
+and bring his slip-pers, and put him in the big chair in front of the
+fire; and then they climb up in-to his lap, and play with him. He
+rath-er seems to like it.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 444px;">
+<img src="images/ill_00045.jpg" width="444" height="284" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p><a name="page_042" id="page_042"></a></p>
+
+<h3><a name="BELL_AND_HER_PET_DOG" id="BELL_AND_HER_PET_DOG"></a>BELL AND HER PET DOG.</h3>
+
+<p>This dog's name is Puck, and a ve-ry wide-a-wake dog he is, as you may
+see from the pic-ture. His mis-tress is a lit-tle girl named Bell, and
+he is ve-ry fond of her. At night he sleeps coiled up at the foot of her
+bed. Some-times when she wakes she finds him ly-ing on the pillow, with
+his head close to her cheek, and one ve-ry cold night he man-aged to get
+in bed un-der the clothes. He is a ve-ry clever dog. If you tell him to
+beg, he will sit on his hind paws and wave his fore paws in the air. If
+he is thirs-ty, he will bring his cup for you to fill it with wa-ter for
+him.</p>
+
+<p>The first time Bell ev-er saw her dog was in the street. He had lost his
+mas-ter, and came to her for help. She could not find his home for him,
+so she took him home with her, and there he has lived ev-er since. Now
+he has for-got-ten his old mas-ter en-tire-ly, and cares for on-ly
+Bell.<a name="page_043" id="page_043"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 482px;">
+<img src="images/ill_00047.jpg" width="482" height="592" alt="BELL AND HER PET DOG." title="BELL AND HER PET DOG." />
+<span class="caption">BELL AND HER PET DOG.</span>
+</div>
+
+<p><a name="page_044" id="page_044"></a></p>
+
+<h3><a name="THE_THREE_KITTENS" id="THE_THREE_KITTENS"></a>THE THREE KITTENS.</h3>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 192px;">
+<img src="images/ill_00048.jpg" width="192" height="383" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>"M<small>EW-MEW</small>!" said two lit-tle wee black kit-tens. Grace stooped down, and
+picked one of them up. "Mew!" it said, and then tried to play with the
+neck-lace she had on. The oth-er kit-ten did not like this at all. She
+pulled at Grace's dress with her small black paw. So then she was tak-en
+up too, and both soon snug-gled down in Grace's lap, and went fast
+a-sleep. But where was the mam-ma cat all this time? She had gone back
+to the barn, where all her kit-tens were born, to bring an-oth-er one to
+the house, to show her mis-tress what a fine fam-i-ly she had. She had
+hard work to get in; for John, the man,<a name="page_045" id="page_045"></a> had closed the doors. She
+walked a-round the barn, and at the back she found a win-dow o-pen. Ned,
+the don-key, had his head out of it; but she scram-bled in be-side him,
+and took up an-oth-er kit-ten in her mouth, and ran back to the house
+a-gain.</p>
+
+<p style="clear:both;"> </p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 134px;">
+<img src="images/ill_00049a.jpg" width="134" height="181" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>When she reached it, she found that
+Jane had closed the front-door.</p>
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 250px;">
+<img src="images/ill_00049b.jpg" width="250" height="257" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="nind">She
+mewed as loud as she could; but it was some time be-fore an-y one heard
+her, and o-pened it. But at last she reached her mis-tress safe-ly with
+her third child. She her-self was white, and so was one of the kit-tens.
+The other two were as black as coals.</p>
+
+<p><a name="page_046" id="page_046"></a></p>
+
+<h3><a name="JANE_AND_ROB" id="JANE_AND_ROB"></a>JANE AND ROB.</h3>
+
+<p>K<small>ATE</small> was ver-y un-hap-py. She had left her best doll in the path in
+front of the house the night be-fore; and some one had stepped on it in
+the dark, and it was crushed in-to bits.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 354px;">
+<img src="images/ill_00050.jpg" width="354" height="354" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="nind">So Kate was cry-ing; for poor
+Ar-a-min-ta Jane was her pride and joy. Just then her broth-er Rob came
+in. "Why, you poor lit-tle<a name="page_047" id="page_047"></a> girl!" he said. "I am so sor-ry! If you will
+come out with me, I will show you how to play crick-et; and you shall
+use my new bat." Kate cheered up ver-y much at this, and ran to put on
+her hat. Rob was so kind to her that she had a ver-y good time, and
+for-got all a-bout Ar-a-min-ta Jane in the fun of the game.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 449px;">
+<img src="images/ill_00051.jpg" width="449" height="371" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p><a name="page_048" id="page_048"></a></p>
+
+<h3><a name="REBIES_NEW_HOME" id="REBIES_NEW_HOME"></a><small>REBIE'S NEW HOME.</small></h3>
+
+<p class="cb">&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;</p>
+
+<p class="nind"><span style="width: 87px;float:left;
+margin-top:-5em;">
+<img src="images/ill_00052.jpg" width="87" height="179"
+alt="IS" title="IS" />
+</span>S she coming to-night, mamma?" asked Marion.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, dear, I think so. We shall know very soon now. Papa will be here
+in about ten minutes."</p>
+
+<p>Marion and Elvie Reade ran to the window. They were very anxious to see
+this little cousin who was coming home with papa.</p>
+
+<p>"Rebie'll be our new sister; won't she?" said Elvie.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes. And papa said we must be real kind to her, for she hasn't any papa
+or mamma now."</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, we will. I guess&mdash;Oh! there's papa, now. And&mdash;oh! Marion! Rebie's
+crying. Let's go kiss her."</p>
+
+<p>Out ran the two little girls, while mamma stood in the doorway with
+little Ernest, and aunt Maria stood on the steps.</p>
+
+<p>Little Rebie couldn't help crying, yet she liked her new home for all
+that. But her cousins kissed her so lovingly, that Rebie soon smiled
+through her tears.</p>
+
+<p>And when baby Ernest said, "Ernie love oo, tousin Rebie," she laughed a
+soft little laugh. Then they thought Rebie wouldn't feel lonely any
+more.</p>
+
+<p>"I think your papa <i>most</i> as good as my papa," Rebie whispered to Elvie
+after they had gone to bed that night. Elvie thought him a <i>little</i>
+better, but she was too polite to say so.<a name="page_049" id="page_049"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 487px;">
+<img src="images/ill_00053.jpg" width="487" height="401" alt="REBIE&#39;S NEW HOME." title="REBIE&#39;S NEW HOME." />
+<span class="caption">REBIE&#39;S NEW HOME.</span>
+</div>
+
+<p><a name="page_050" id="page_050"></a></p>
+
+<h3><a name="A_QUEER_PLAY-HOUSE" id="A_QUEER_PLAY-HOUSE"></a><small>A QUEER PLAY-HOUSE.</small></h3>
+
+<p class="cb">&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;</p>
+
+<p class="nind"><span style="width: 81px;float:left;
+margin-top:-3em;">
+<img src="images/ill_00054.jpg" width="81" height="120" alt="H" title="H" />
+</span>ARRY and little Violet thought it the very best play-house in the
+world. And I don't think Gyp would have enjoyed any other half so well.
+It was papa's big boat.</p>
+
+<p>They could sit in it and see mamma when she came to the door of the
+little house near by, where they lived. And they could watch papa as he
+went out in his small boat, or dory, as he called it. Harry could see
+him far out on the water by standing up on the side of the boat. Little
+Violet was afraid to climb up so high.</p>
+
+<p>Sometimes Harry and Violet took their dinner and ate it in the boat.
+Then Gyp always shared it with them. He would sit beside them in the
+boat, or perhaps lie on the sand and wait for Harry to throw him his
+share bit by bit.</p>
+
+<p>The children liked to make Gyp speak for his dinner. But best of all,
+they liked to toss it up, and see Gyp spring and catch it in his mouth.</p>
+
+<p>One day, when they were playing near the water, Violet's sun-bonnet blew
+off, and a wave washed it out beyond her reach. Then Gyp was ready to
+help his little mistress. He swam out, seized it in his mouth, and soon
+laid it at Violet's feet. She was so glad she hugged him, wet as he was.
+And he repaid her, by shaking himself and sprinkling her all over.<a name="page_051" id="page_051"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 527px;">
+<img src="images/ill_00055.jpg" width="527" height="396" alt="A QUEER PLAY HOUSE." title="A QUEER PLAY HOUSE." />
+<span class="caption">A QUEER PLAY HOUSE.</span>
+</div>
+
+<p><a name="page_052" id="page_052"></a></p>
+
+<h3><a name="WHO_IS_TO_BLAME" id="WHO_IS_TO_BLAME"></a><small>WHO IS TO BLAME?</small></h3>
+
+<p class="cb">&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;</p>
+
+<p class="nind">
+<span style="width: 96px;float:left;
+margin-top:-3em;">
+<img src="images/ill_00056.jpg" width="96" height="179" alt="P" title="P" />
+</span>OOR little Carlos stood thinking. He did not know what to do. He wanted
+to tell the truth, yet he didn't like to have mamma blame him for
+breaking Sylvia's doll. And he didn't think he was all to blame either.
+The butterfly and Dandy both helped, he thought.</p>
+
+<p>This was the way it happened. A beautiful large butterfly came through
+the open window into the dining-room, then flitted out into the hall.
+Carlos and his dog Dandy gave chase. Once, in his eagerness, he stumbled
+over Dandy. And in trying to escape a fall he knocked the doll to the
+floor. There was the body in one place, the head in another. Why did
+Sylvia leave it right in his way?</p>
+
+<p>At last Carlos decided to do the best thing&mdash;go and tell mamma all about
+it.</p>
+
+<p>Mamma listened patiently. Then she told Carlos that it would have been
+better not to try to catch the butterfly. The pretty thing would die if
+he caught it and shut it up.</p>
+
+<p>Mamma told Carlos that Sylvia was partly to blame for leaving her doll
+in such a place. But Carlos must be more careful next time.</p>
+
+<p>Carlos felt very happy as he ran out of doors with Dandy. And he thought
+it the nicest way in the world, to go and tell mamma everything.<a name="page_053" id="page_053"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 403px;">
+<img src="images/ill_00057.jpg" width="403" height="585" alt="WHO IS TO BLAME?" title="WHO IS TO BLAME?" />
+<span class="caption">WHO IS TO BLAME?</span>
+</div>
+
+<p><a name="page_054" id="page_054"></a></p>
+
+<h3><a name="ONLY_A_BIRD" id="ONLY_A_BIRD"></a><small>ONLY A BIRD.</small></h3>
+
+<p class="cb">&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;</p>
+
+<p class="nind">
+<span style="width: 73px;float:left;
+margin-top:-3em;">
+<img src="images/ill_00058.jpg" width="73" height="140" alt="C" title="C" />
+</span>AN you see the old man behind his rows of cages? In them are many poor
+little birds. They cannot fly about in the pure sweet air. The old man
+sells them. That is the way he earns his money.</p>
+
+<p>Then why does he look so displeased? The young man, with the empty cage
+in his hand, has just bought a bird and laid the money on the counter.</p>
+
+<p>The young man loves birds so well that he bought one on purpose to set
+it free.</p>
+
+<p>The old man is wishing he could get the bird and sell it again. He
+thinks it foolish to throw away money. And he tells the young man so.</p>
+
+<p>"Not thrown away, my friend," says the young man. "It is well spent if
+it gives pleasure even to the smallest creature."</p>
+
+<p>"'Twas only a bird," insists the old man.</p>
+
+<p>"But God made the birds. And not one falls to the ground without his
+notice. I think we shall have to give an account of the way we treat his
+birds."</p>
+
+<p>"Well, I wish I had that one again."</p>
+
+<p>"And I wish I could open all these cages."<a name="page_055" id="page_055"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 485px;">
+<img src="images/ill_00059.jpg" width="485" height="644" alt="ONLY A BIRD." title="ONLY A BIRD." />
+<span class="caption">ONLY A BIRD.</span>
+</div>
+
+<p><a name="page_056" id="page_056"></a></p>
+
+<h3><a name="WHAT_A_KISS_DID" id="WHAT_A_KISS_DID"></a><small>WHAT A KISS DID.</small></h3>
+
+<p class="cb">&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;</p>
+
+<p class="nind"><span style="width: 72px;float:left;
+margin-top:-2em;">
+<img src="images/ill_00060.jpg" width="72" height="121" alt="B" title="B" />
+</span>ABY Bell thought she could do just as she pleased everywhere, and with
+everybody. And she generally did. She even trotted into Mrs. Burnett's,
+a sad, lonely woman, who lived all alone by herself in the next house.</p>
+
+<p>One day she came pattering into the room where Mrs. Burnett sat. She
+clung to her dress. She looked up lovingly into the sad face. Then she
+lisped forth,&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>"<i>Miss Nett</i>, Baby Bell tiss you."</p>
+
+<p>Then she put up her sweet lips to give a kiss. Who could resist such a
+baby? Not even Mrs. Burnett. She took the child on her lap, and covered
+her face with kisses and tears. Baby Bell looked on wonderingly.</p>
+
+<p>When papa came for her she said, "<i>Miss Nett</i> tryin', Baby Bell tiss her
+lots."</p>
+
+<p>Mrs. Burnett explained. "I lost a baby just her age. I felt since that I
+had no one to love me. But Baby Bell loves me, I am sure. I hope she
+will come often."</p>
+
+<p>"As often as you and she wish," said papa.</p>
+
+<p>"Baby Bell tum ev'y day&mdash;tum see <i>Miss Nett</i>. Baby Bell love <i>Miss
+Nett</i>," added the baby, looking back over papa's shoulder.<a name="page_057" id="page_057"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 486px;">
+<img src="images/ill_00061.jpg" width="486" height="522" alt="WHAT A KISS DID." title="WHAT A KISS DID." />
+<span class="caption">WHAT A KISS DID.</span>
+</div>
+
+<p><a name="page_058" id="page_058"></a></p>
+
+<h3><a name="FRANKIE_MINDS_MAMMA" id="FRANKIE_MINDS_MAMMA"></a><small>FRANKIE MINDS MAMMA.</small></h3>
+
+<p class="cb">&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;</p>
+
+<p class="nind"><span style="width: 78px;float:left;
+margin-top:-2em;">
+<img src="images/ill_00062.jpg" width="78" height="120" alt="U" title="U" />
+</span>NCLE SOL was going to take a party of boys out in his boat. All had
+scrambled in but one little fellow, the smallest of the party.</p>
+
+<p>"Tumble in, Frankie," said Uncle Sol. But still Frankie hesitated.</p>
+
+<p>"Don't you want to go?" asked the old sailor.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, sir," answered Frankie, slowly, "but mamma doesn't like to have me
+go on the water."</p>
+
+<p>"Why?"</p>
+
+<p>"She's afraid since papa was drowned."</p>
+
+<p>"Don't go, then, my boy. Don't worry your mother. She's had trouble
+enough already;" and Uncle Sol began to push the boat out into the
+water.</p>
+
+<p>"Pooh! Come on!" shouted Horace, the tallest boy in the boat. "Your
+mother'll never know. We'll keep dark."</p>
+
+<p>"Don't you go to learnin' Frankie any bad ways," said Uncle Sol,
+sternly. "Boys never come to much in the world unless they mind their
+mother. I've always noticed that."</p>
+
+<p>Horace sat down rather ashamed of his bold words. And little Frankie
+looked at Uncle Sol gratefully, saying, "I know mama'll be glad to have
+me come home:" and with a happy laugh he ran away from the boat.<a name="page_059" id="page_059"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 485px;">
+<img src="images/ill_00063.jpg" width="485" height="651" alt="FRANKIE MINDS MAMMA." title="FRANKIE MINDS MAMMA." />
+<span class="caption">FRANKIE MINDS MAMMA.</span>
+</div>
+
+<p><a name="page_060" id="page_060"></a></p>
+
+<h3><a name="POOR_JOE" id="POOR_JOE"></a><small>POOR JOE.</small></h3>
+
+<p class="cb">&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;</p>
+
+<p class="nind"><span style="width: 83px;float:left;
+margin-top:-2em;">
+<img src="images/ill_00064.jpg" width="83" height="114" alt="Y" title="Y" />
+</span>OU may put on your coat now, Hugh, and take these things to Mrs.
+Larry. You have barely time before school, you must hurry."</p>
+
+<p>"Must I go this morning, mother, why can't I go to-night, or this noon?"</p>
+
+<p>"There'll not be time at noon. And before night Joe may want some of
+these things. You may do, however, just as you think you would like to
+have Joe do, if he was in your place and you in his. Poor Joe needs
+better food than his mother is able to buy. You wouldn't have him suffer
+for the sake of skating, would you?"</p>
+
+<p>Hugh thought a minute. At last he said, "I know if I was in Joe's place,
+I should want somebody to bring me a heap of things. Guess I'll go,
+mother."</p>
+
+<p>His mother smiled to hear him whistle as he ran from the yard. Just
+before school he rushed in.</p>
+
+<p>"Say, mother, can I buy Joe some oranges? He's white&mdash;he's white as your
+ruffled apron. I've fifty cents. I'll spend half for Joe."</p>
+
+<p>Hugh's mother kissed him before she said yes. And her eyes filled with
+glad tears as he ran out whistling more merrily than before.<a name="page_061" id="page_061"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 356px;">
+<img src="images/ill_00065.jpg" width="356" height="614" alt="POOR JOE." title="POOR JOE." />
+<span class="caption">POOR JOE.</span>
+</div>
+
+<p><a name="page_062" id="page_062"></a></p>
+
+<h3><a name="SICK_MOLLY" id="SICK_MOLLY"></a><small>SICK MOLLY.</small></h3>
+
+<p class="cb">&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;</p>
+
+<p class="nind"><span style="width: 94px;float:left;
+margin-top:-2em;">
+<img src="images/ill_00066.jpg" width="94" height="119" alt="G" title="G" />
+</span>UESS I'll hurry home," said the rough miner when some of his mates
+urged him to go to the saloon, "Molly'll miss me."</p>
+
+<p>Nothing seemed so pleasant at night as to see his little Molly standing
+in the doorway to greet him when he came home. But to-night she was not
+in her usual place.</p>
+
+<p>"Where's Molly?" he quickly asked, entering the kitchen. Before his wife
+could speak, he saw Molly in her mother's arms with her eyes closed.</p>
+
+<p>"What is it?" he asked, in a hushed voice.</p>
+
+<p>"I&mdash;don't&mdash;know," sobbed the poor mother. "She complained&mdash;of being
+tired. And she wanted&mdash;me to hold her. I've held her&mdash;nearly all day.
+I'm <i>so</i> glad&mdash;you've come, Jake. Do run for the doctor."</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, I will;" and without another word he hurried to the village.</p>
+
+<p>"Will she live?" were his first words after the doctor entered the
+house.</p>
+
+<p>"I hope so," was the cheery answer. "Put her feet in warm water as soon
+as possible. And here is a powder for her. I'll come over in the
+morning. Think she'll be better then."</p>
+
+<p>To the miner's great delight, Molly's blue eyes opened the next morning.
+But if he had gone to the saloon, it might have been different.<a name="page_063" id="page_063"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 481px;">
+<img src="images/ill_00067.jpg" width="481" height="584" alt="SICK MOLLY." title="SICK MOLLY." />
+<span class="caption">SICK MOLLY.</span>
+</div>
+
+<p><a name="page_064" id="page_064"></a></p>
+
+<h3><a name="BABY_RALPHS_LETTER" id="BABY_RALPHS_LETTER"></a><small>BABY RALPH'S LETTER.</small></h3>
+
+<p class="cb">&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;</p>
+
+<p class="nind"><span style="width: 104px;float:left;
+margin-top:-2em;">
+<img src="images/ill_00068.jpg" width="104" height="177" alt="G" title="G" />
+</span>OLDEN-HAIRED, blue-eyed, sweet-mouthed Baby Ralph lay, a cunning little
+white heap, in his willow cradle.</p>
+
+<p>While he slept, papa and mamma came softly into the room&mdash;dropped the
+lightest and sweetest of kisses on the dear baby face, then stole
+quietly out and away to the big city. Did Baby Ralph like this? You will
+hardly think so when you read his letter. Here it is:</p>
+
+<div class="blockquot"><p>"M<small>Y OWN</small> P<small>APA AND</small> M<small>AMMA</small>,&mdash;Does you want to hear 'bout me? You
+thinked I didn't know you runned way off and left your little baby
+boy all 'lone. But I did. And I waked up and cried&mdash;and cried. And
+Auntie May looked sober&mdash;and grandma looked sober&mdash;and grandpa
+whistled&mdash;and I cried hard. Then Auntie May put something in my
+bottle. 'Twas good, and I didn't cry. But Auntie May bringed water,
+and put some on my face, and I didn't like it. And I cried
+awful&mdash;so awful Auntie May stopped. Wish you's here, 'cause I don't
+feel good. If my papa and my mamma's here I'd feel gooder&mdash;wouldn't
+fuss any bit. Wish you's here, I do, to kiss your own</p>
+
+<p class="r">B<small>ABY</small> R<small>ALPH</small>."</p></div>
+
+<p>Did this bring Baby Ralph's papa and mamma? Yes, indeed. And they took
+him and Auntie May back to the big city.<a name="page_065" id="page_065"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 476px;">
+<img src="images/ill_00069.jpg" width="476" height="591" alt="BABY RALPH&#39;S LETTER." title="BABY RALPH&#39;S LETTER." />
+<span class="caption">BABY RALPH&#39;S LETTER.</span>
+</div>
+
+<p><a name="page_066" id="page_066"></a></p>
+
+<h3><a name="OUR_LITTLE_HAND-ORGAN_MAN" id="OUR_LITTLE_HAND-ORGAN_MAN"></a><small>OUR LITTLE HAND-ORGAN MAN.</small></h3>
+
+<p class="cb">&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;</p>
+
+<p class="nind"><span style="width: 95px;
+float:left;margin-top:-5em;">
+<img src="images/ill_00070a.jpg" width="95" height="149" alt="N" title="N" />
+</span>EARER and nearer the sitting-room door came the patter of little feet.
+And this queer song was heard over and over:</p>
+
+<p>"Herbie&mdash;is&mdash;<i>organ</i>-hand man!"</p>
+
+<p>Then in pranced our little three-year-old Herbie, his eyes bright, his
+right hand going round and round to imitate the hand-organ man. Under
+his left arm was a cricket.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 373px;">
+<img src="images/ill_00070b.jpg" width="373" height="287" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>"Look here!" said papa, laughing heartily, "you've got the cart before
+the horse. It's hand-organ, not organ-hand."
+"Herbie&mdash;is&mdash;<i>organ</i>-hand-man!"</p>
+
+<p>His eyes only shone the brighter as he persisted in his funny mistake.<a name="page_067" id="page_067"></a></p>
+
+<h3><a name="GOING_TO_BOSTON" id="GOING_TO_BOSTON"></a><small>GOING TO BOSTON.</small></h3>
+
+<p class="cb">&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;</p>
+
+<p class="nind"><span style="width: 79px;float:left;
+margin-top:-3em;">
+<img src="images/ill_00071a.jpg" width="79" height="111" alt="W" title="W" />
+</span>HERE let's go to-day?" asked Elsie, as the three children ran out of
+doors.</p>
+
+<p>"Guess we'll go to Boston," answered Abe. And little Andy echoed,
+"Boston&mdash;Boston to-day."</p>
+
+<p>So all three ran to the trunk of a large tree, lying on the ground. Tip,
+their dog, followed. They never went anywhere without Tip.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 386px;">
+<img src="images/ill_00071b.jpg" width="386" height="288" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>Andy held the whip, so he sat nearest the horse and drove. Careful Abe
+sat next. He had to hold Andy for fear of a fall. Elsie had nothing else
+to do so she held her hat up on a stick. "So folks'll see we're comin',"
+she told Abe.</p>
+
+<p><a name="page_068" id="page_068"></a></p>
+
+<h3><a name="MR_FOX_IS_SURE" id="MR_FOX_IS_SURE"></a><small>MR. FOX IS SURE.</small></h3>
+
+<p class="cb">&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;</p>
+
+<p class="nind"><span style="width: 91px;float:left;
+margin-top:-2em;">
+<img src="images/ill_00072.jpg" width="91" height="120" alt="F" title="F" />
+</span>OXES are very sly. If they want a tender chicken for dinner, they don't
+walk into the poultry yard in broad daylight. Our Mr. Fox knows better
+than that. He waits till all is still at night. Then he steals across
+the yard, and peeps into the hen-house.</p>
+
+<p>All is quiet, so he steps in. Now he stops a moment to listen. He wants
+to be sure that the big dog asleep near the house isn't after him. He
+hears nothing, so he looks around for the hens.</p>
+
+<p>There they are, asleep on a high roost. Can he get them? His eyes shine.
+His mouth waters. He must have one somehow.</p>
+
+<p>He is careful not to make a bit of noise&mdash;the sly fellow.</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Fox is sure he can get one now. He reaches up till his black nose
+nearly touches the rooster's long tail-feathers.</p>
+
+<p>He is all ready for a spring, when a rush and a loud barking is heard.
+The dog has scented the fox. So, instead of getting a nice, fat chicken
+for dinner, Mr. Fox has to run for his life. And the dog is close
+behind. So close that Mr. Fox fears that he himself may make a dinner
+for the dog. But he reaches his hole safely.<a name="page_069" id="page_069"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 431px;">
+<img src="images/ill_00073.jpg" width="431" height="620" alt="MR. FOX IS SURE." title="MR. FOX IS SURE." />
+<span class="caption">MR. FOX IS SURE.</span>
+</div>
+
+<p><a name="page_070" id="page_070"></a></p>
+
+<h3><a name="DOLLY_KNITS_THEN_HIDES" id="DOLLY_KNITS_THEN_HIDES"></a><small>DOLLY KNITS, THEN HIDES.</small></h3>
+
+<p class="cb">&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;</p>
+
+<p class="nind"><span style="width: 86px;float:left;
+margin-top:-2em;">
+<img src="images/ill_00074a.jpg" width="86" height="117" alt="C" title="C" />
+</span>UNNING little Dolly often gets into mischief. She thinks she can do
+just what grandma and mamma do. One day grandma fell asleep and her
+knitting dropped to the floor.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 272px;">
+<img src="images/ill_00074b.jpg" width="272" height="379" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>Dolly soon spied it, and the spectacles, too. She picked both up and
+climbed into a big chair. Before beginning to knit she thought of
+something else.</p>
+
+<p>"Dess Dolly'll put on drandma's tean tap."<a name="page_071" id="page_071"></a></p>
+
+<p>So she got the clean cap from the table, and climbed into the big chair
+again. After putting on cap and spectacles, Dolly tried to knit. But she
+only pulled the needles out, and tangled the yarn. And grandma was
+stirring, too. What would she say to Dolly when she woke up?</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 200px;">
+<img src="images/ill_00075.jpg" width="200" height="332" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>Dolly was afraid grandma wouldn't like it, so she slipped from the chair
+and hid behind the clock.</p>
+
+<p>"Where's my work?" asked grandma. "Has Dolly been here?"</p>
+
+<p>"Dolly's done 'way," answered a voice behind the clock.<a name="page_072" id="page_072"></a></p>
+
+<h3><a name="HATTIE_AND_THE_BUTTERFLY" id="HATTIE_AND_THE_BUTTERFLY"></a><small>HATTIE AND THE BUTTERFLY.</small></h3>
+
+<p class="cb">&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;</p>
+
+<p class="nind"><span style="width: 84px;float:left;
+margin-top:-2em;">
+<img src="images/ill_00076.jpg" width="84" height="127" alt="L" title="L" />
+</span>ITTLE Hattie Vaughn was playing in the back yard, when she saw a
+beautiful butterfly light on a clover blossom just outside the gate. She
+wished she could catch it. So she opened the gate and walked softly the
+butterfly.</p>
+
+<p>Her hand was almost on it, when the butterfly rose lightly in the air
+and sailed away toward the woods.</p>
+
+<p>Hattie watched it. Soon it settled down on a wild lily the other side of
+a rail fence. Hattie crawled through the fence and came close to the
+pretty butterfly again.</p>
+
+<p>But just as her hand came near, away it flew further into the woods.
+Hattie followed. By and by she lost sight of the butterfly. She was
+tired, and wanted to go home. But she did not know the way. She was
+lost. She began to cry, and cried herself to sleep.</p>
+
+<p>Brother Dick found her sleeping under a large tree. Dick and his father
+had been looking for Hattie some time. He sat down beside her and
+thought he would not wake her till his father came. But the moment his
+father spoke, Hattie opened her eyes. She was not afraid with her father
+and Dick near.<a name="page_073" id="page_073"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 481px;">
+<img src="images/ill_00077.jpg" width="481" height="554" alt="HATTIE AND THE BUTTERFLY." title="HATTIE AND THE BUTTERFLY." />
+<span class="caption">HATTIE AND THE BUTTERFLY.</span>
+</div>
+
+<p><a name="page_074" id="page_074"></a></p>
+
+<h3><a name="THE_GYPSY_CAMP" id="THE_GYPSY_CAMP"></a><small>THE GYPSY CAMP.</small></h3>
+
+<p class="cb">&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;</p>
+
+<p class="nind"><span style="width: 80px;float:left;
+margin-top:-2em;">
+<img src="images/ill_00078.jpg" width="80" height="113" alt="T" title="T" />
+</span>HE camp was not near the village. It was near the woods. The Gypsies
+chose the place because they could get plenty of dry brush to burn. And
+there was a brook near by where they could get good water. Some of the
+village children thought at first that it would be fine sport to live
+so: never to go to school&mdash;never to learn lessons&mdash;never to dress up
+clean&mdash;always run about as they pleased and where they pleased.</p>
+
+<p>But after the Gypsies had been there a long time, they thought
+differently. They saw the dirty, ragged children carrying big kettles of
+water from the brook, or large bundles of brush from the woods. They
+learned that the women and children did all the work. Perhaps the men
+stole many of the things they had to eat. And one day when two or three
+boys ventured into the camp, they saw, in one of the tents, a poor, sick
+child lying on the bare ground. No one was near it.</p>
+
+<p>They went to their pleasant, comfortable homes, feeling that it was
+better to have a good father and mother to care for them, even if they
+did send them to school and require them to learn lessons.<a name="page_075" id="page_075"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 490px;">
+<img src="images/ill_00079.jpg" width="490" height="359" alt="THE GIPSY" title="THE GIPSY" />
+<span class="caption">THE GIPSY</span>
+</div>
+
+<p><a name="page_076" id="page_076"></a></p>
+
+<h3><a name="WALTERS_BUTTERFLIES" id="WALTERS_BUTTERFLIES"></a><small>WALTER'S BUTTERFLIES.</small></h3>
+
+<p class="cb">&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;</p>
+
+<p class="nind"><span style="width: 93px;float:left;
+margin-top:-2em;">
+<img src="images/ill_00080.jpg" width="93" height="176" alt="A" title="A" />
+</span>UNTIE," said Walter, "is't naughty to catch butterflies?"</p>
+
+<p>"I think if I was a little boy, I'd rather see them flying about in the
+sunshine, than shut up in a box or under a glass."</p>
+
+<p>"But is't <i>wicked</i> to kill them?" persisted Walter.</p>
+
+<p>"I think if a little boy caught and killed them because he enjoyed
+seeing them suffer, it would be very wrong. God made all the birds and
+insects to be happy. He don't want us to treat them cruelly."</p>
+
+<p>"But, auntie, there's a great big house in Boston, not far from papa's
+house, and it's most full of dead birds, and spiders, and bugs, and
+butterflies, and everything.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, Walter, I have been there. But the men who caught the birds and
+insects did not kill them just for the sake of killing something. They
+wished to learn all about the birds and insects in different countries."</p>
+
+<p>"But, auntie," said Walter eagerly, "I saw some ladies when I was out
+yesterday, with birds stuck in their hats. Guess they's wicked."</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, Walter, it's wrong, I think, to kill the pretty little birds to
+wear as ornaments. We should let them live as long as they will."<a name="page_077" id="page_077"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 427px;">
+<img src="images/ill_00081.jpg" width="427" height="521" alt="WALTER&#39;S BUTTERFLIES." title="WALTER&#39;S BUTTERFLIES." />
+<span class="caption">WALTER&#39;S BUTTERFLIES.</span>
+</div>
+
+<p><a name="page_078" id="page_078"></a></p>
+
+<h3><a name="DOTS_NEW_FRIEND" id="DOTS_NEW_FRIEND"></a><small>DOT'S NEW FRIEND.</small></h3>
+
+<p class="cb">&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;</p>
+
+<p class="nind"><span style="width: 93px;float:left;
+margin-top:-2em;">
+<img src="images/ill_00082.jpg" width="93" height="170" alt="D" title="D" />
+</span>OT didn't care for such playthings as little girls generally liked. She
+wanted to play out of doors with the boys. And poor little Dot's mother
+didn't care where she played, if she was only out of her way so she
+could get her washing along.</p>
+
+<p>She was a poor washerwoman, and had to work very hard to get something
+for her three children to eat. So Dot had full liberty to go and come as
+she pleased. And it pleased her to play with her brothers. They
+generally went out near the water.</p>
+
+<p>One day Dot was digging in the sand with Ivan's little shovel. "Le's
+have that," said Ivan. "I want to use it now."</p>
+
+<p>"No. Dot wants it," replied the child stoutly.</p>
+
+<p>"Well, you can't have it. So hand it along."</p>
+
+<p>"Dot will have it," was her answer. Then she disappeared behind a large
+boat. Ivan ran after her, and, like Dot, came near running against a
+lady who sat on the sand with a book in her lap. She was talking to Dot.</p>
+
+<p>"Le's have my shovel," interrupted Ivan.</p>
+
+<p>"Give it to him, dear, and I will get you another," said the lady. Dot
+was charmed by the gentle voice, and gave up the shovel without a word.
+Dot saw the lady many times after that.<a name="page_079" id="page_079"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 480px;">
+<img src="images/ill_00083.jpg" width="480" height="388" alt="DOT&#39;S NEW FRIEND." title="DOT&#39;S NEW FRIEND." />
+<span class="caption">DOT&#39;S NEW FRIEND.</span>
+</div>
+
+<p><a name="page_080" id="page_080"></a></p>
+
+<h3><a name="BRAVE_HAL" id="BRAVE_HAL"></a><small>BRAVE HAL.</small></h3>
+
+<p class="cb">&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;</p>
+
+<p class="nind"><span style="width: 95px;float:left;
+margin-top:-1em;">
+<img src="images/ill_00084.jpg" width="95" height="117" alt="H" title="H" />
+</span>ERE I am, all right, little mother! I'll save you all," said brave
+Hal, as his head appeared at the window. He had been out to see how deep
+the water was.</p>
+
+<p>They were all alone in the old house by the river. Father was away, and
+the water was rising fast. What should they do? All depended on little
+Hal.</p>
+
+<p>"I'll take Annie first, she's so afraid. And you hold baby till I get
+the rest over."</p>
+
+<p>It was but a short distance to higher ground, but he had to step
+carefully. So it seemed a long time to the waiting mother before she saw
+him again.</p>
+
+<p>"Jamie this time, 'cause he's lame," Hal said when his wet face
+appeared. "Then he can see to the little ones."</p>
+
+<p>It was some trouble to get lame Jamie on Hal's back. But at last he too
+was safe beside little Annie. Then Jesse and Lida were carried by the
+same willing though tired arms.</p>
+
+<p>"Now, mother, let me take the baby, and you follow me." The little
+mother's face was pale, but she followed her brave boy, and soon they
+were all safe. Even then it was some trouble to guide the little party
+through the storm and darkness to the nearest neighbor. But Hal was
+brave to the end.<a name="page_081" id="page_081"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 482px;">
+<img src="images/ill_00085.jpg" width="482" height="666" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p><a name="page_082" id="page_082"></a></p>
+
+<h3><a name="AT_THE_SHORE" id="AT_THE_SHORE"></a><small>AT THE SHORE.</small></h3>
+
+<p class="cb">&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;</p>
+
+<p class="nind"><span style="width: 87px;float:left;
+margin-top:-2em;">
+<img src="images/ill_00086.jpg" width="87" height="129" alt="E" title="E" />
+</span>VERY one of us are here, Aunt Kate. Are you ready?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, Lizzie, all ready. Just as soon as the boat comes we will start.
+Where are the other girls?"</p>
+
+<p>"Out with Dan."</p>
+
+<p>"It's very kind of Azzie to amuse her little cousins so much. Agnes and
+Dan would be lonely here without her, I fear. And Amy had rather stay
+with Sister Azzie than any one else. That shows that Azzie is a good
+sister. I'm afraid my niece, Lizzie, is the least bit selfish. She
+doesn't like to help amuse her cousins very well."</p>
+
+<p>Lizzie pouted a little. She preferred to talk with Aunt Kate. But she
+wanted to please her aunt, so she resolved to follow her kind advice.</p>
+
+<p>They had a pleasant sail in the boat. And it was delightful eating lunch
+on the cliff which overlooked the bay. But best of all to Lizzie, was
+the story which Aunt Kate told while they sat on the grass after lunch.
+And Aunt Kate did not forget to say an encouraging word to Lizzie for
+doing her part so well through the day.<a name="page_083" id="page_083"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 515px;">
+<img src="images/ill_00087.jpg" width="515" height="367" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p><a name="page_084" id="page_084"></a></p>
+
+<h3><a name="LITTLE_MOTHER_HUBBARD" id="LITTLE_MOTHER_HUBBARD"></a><small>LITTLE MOTHER HUBBARD.</small></h3>
+
+<p class="cb">&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;</p>
+
+<p class="nind"><span style="width: 77px;float:left;
+margin-top:-1em;">
+<img src="images/ill_00088.jpg" width="77" height="123" alt="I" title="I" />
+</span>'M in here, Ruby," said Chester to his little sister, when he heard
+her call his name. "Well, what now? You look like a little old woman."</p>
+
+<p>"Pomp and I are going to take a walk."</p>
+
+<p>"If you were only dressed in old clothes, and Pomp was poor instead of
+sleek and fat, you would do for a Mother Hubbard. I guess if your
+cupboard was almost bare, however, you'd share your last crust with
+Pomp; wouldn't you, sis?"</p>
+
+<p>"Of course, Chester, when Pomp saved my life when I was a baby."</p>
+
+<p>"Why, Ruby, you seem only a big baby to me now. Or else you are the real
+Mother Hubbard come to life again in a new style. Which is it&mdash;which
+shall I call you, my big baby or my little Mother Hubbard?"</p>
+
+<p>"Mother Hubbard, for I ain't a baby."</p>
+
+<p>"Mother Hubbard it shall be then. Remember this, Ruby, when I'm miles
+away. I hear the stage now. So give me a kiss before I go."</p>
+
+<p>Ruby gave her brother many kisses, and then stood and waved her
+handkerchief till he was out of sight. And then she sat down and cried a
+little and talked a good deal to her old friend Pomp.<a name="page_085" id="page_085"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 483px;">
+<img src="images/ill_00089.jpg" width="483" height="649" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p><a name="page_086" id="page_086"></a></p>
+
+<h3><a name="NEW_EYES" id="NEW_EYES"></a><small>NEW EYES.</small></h3>
+
+<p class="cb">&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;</p>
+
+<p class="nind"><span style="width: 90px;float:left;
+margin-top:-2em;">
+<img src="images/ill_00090.jpg" width="90" height="148" alt="O" title="O" />
+</span>NLY see my dolly's eyes," said Dell to her twin sister Dora. "Wish we
+could get some new ones put it. Let's go and ask Mr. Thomas."</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, we will. We'll go right off now." So Dora and Dell took their
+dolls and went over to see Mr. Thomas. His paints and brushes we all out
+of doors when pleasant. When a rainy day came they were under cover. But
+they were not in a shop then. They were under a great boat.</p>
+
+<p>It was a pleasant day when Dora and Dell took their dolls to be mended.
+So they found Mr. Thomas sitting out of doors in his shirt sleeves. He
+was an old sailor. He liked to be where he could see the water all the
+time.</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Thomas liked children, especially little girls, so he was very
+willing to mend their dolls.</p>
+
+<p>"What color do you want the eyes?" asked Mr. Thomas, after fixing in
+some round beads.</p>
+
+<p>"Blue," answered Dell.</p>
+
+<p>"Mine blue, too," added Dora. "We always have everything just alike."</p>
+
+<p>"There, now they can see just as well as ever."</p>
+
+<p>"Thank you ever so much!" exclaimed both girls at once.<a name="page_087" id="page_087"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 484px;">
+<img src="images/ill_00091.jpg" width="484" height="647" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p><a name="page_088" id="page_088"></a></p>
+
+<h3><a name="ROSE_AND_THE_LITTLE_BEGGAR" id="ROSE_AND_THE_LITTLE_BEGGAR"></a><small>ROSE AND THE LITTLE BEGGAR.</small></h3>
+
+<p class="cb">&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;</p>
+
+<p class="nind"><span style="width: 83px;float:left;
+margin-top:-2em;">
+<img src="images/ill_00092.jpg" width="83" height="176" alt="R" title="R" />
+</span>OSE was out in the garden with mamma. Rose ran here and there,
+gathering the prettiest flowers to make into a bouquet for her. Rose
+thought her mamma the loveliest and best mamma in the world. Nothing was
+too good for her.</p>
+
+<p>"O Mamma!" she cried breathlessly, running up after a long absence,
+"there's a poor girl&mdash;outside the fence&mdash;over by the rustic chair. She
+looks as though she wanted&mdash;something. She won't speak&mdash;Oh! come and see
+here, mamma!"</p>
+
+<p>"Poor child! Perhaps she is hungry," said mamma, rising quickly.</p>
+
+<p>They found the child still looking wistfully through the fence. "Would
+you like something to eat?" asked mamma kindly.</p>
+
+<p>The bareheaded and barefooted little girl looked up into the sweet face
+a moment, then said timidly, "Please, lady, give me some flowers."</p>
+
+<p>"I'll give her mine," whispered Rose.</p>
+
+<p>With a hurried, "Thanks, lady," she took the flowers and ran swiftly
+away before another question could be asked.</p>
+
+<p>"I wish I knew where she lived," said Rose.</p>
+
+<p>"I will inquire. We may be able to help her."<a name="page_089" id="page_089"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 490px;">
+<img src="images/ill_00093.jpg" width="490" height="556" alt="ROSE AND THE LITTLE BEGGAR." title="ROSE AND THE LITTLE BEGGAR." />
+<span class="caption">ROSE AND THE LITTLE BEGGAR.</span>
+</div>
+
+<p><a name="page_090" id="page_090"></a></p>
+
+<h3><a name="OLD_CHARLIE_RUNS" id="OLD_CHARLIE_RUNS"></a><small>OLD CHARLIE RUNS.</small></h3>
+
+<p class="cb">&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;</p>
+
+<p class="nind"><span style="width: 100px;float:left;
+margin-top:-2em;">
+<img src="images/ill_00094a.jpg" width="100" height="174" alt="S" title="S" />
+</span>EE old Charlie run. Do you suppose he is afraid of the children or the
+constables? You see old Charlie gets into mischief sometimes when papa
+is away. He gets into the garden where there are a few young fruit
+trees. Old Charlie likes apples and pears. So papa told Neddie he must
+watch, and if old Charlie got into the garden he must drive him out.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 378px;">
+<img src="images/ill_00094b.jpg" width="378" height="289" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>One day old Charlie thought he wouldn't mind such a little boy. Then
+Neddie asked Bess and little Effie to help. Each took a cornstalk. How
+old Charlie ran when he saw them coming.<a name="page_091" id="page_091"></a></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 476px;">
+<img src="images/ill_00095.jpg" width="476" height="620" alt="SOLID COMFORT." title="SOLID COMFORT." />
+<span class="caption">SOLID COMFORT.</span>
+</div>
+
+<p><br />
+<br />
+<a name="page_092" id="page_092"></a></p>
+
+<p class="poem">
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">O<small>UT</small> of the wild north-east</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">The snow comes fly-ing;</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">O-ver our chim-ney tops</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">The wind goes sigh-ing.</span><br />
+</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 423px;">
+<img src="images/ill_00096.jpg" width="423" height="327" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="poem">
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Up, lag-gard birds, a-way,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">On swift wings go-ing,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">To where, on south-ern hills,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">A-far from win-ter's chills,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Soft winds are blow-ing.</span><br />
+<a name="page_093" id="page_093"></a>
+</p>
+
+<h3>POLLY AND HER DEAD BIRD.</h3>
+
+<p>S<small>OME</small> one gave lit-tle Pol-ly a bird. It sang all day long, and made the
+nurs-er-y ring with its mer-ry notes. Pol-ly was so fond of it, and
+al-ways fed it her-self. One day when the children had come in from a
+walk, they found the bird dead in its cage. A wick-ed cat had killed it.
+The chil-dren all cried a great deal; and they bur-ied it in a small
+white box in the garden, and plant-ed flow-ers o-ver the grave.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 450px;">
+<img src="images/ill_00097.jpg" width="450" height="312" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p><a name="page_094" id="page_094"></a></p>
+
+<h3>MOLL AND JANE'S PICNIC.</h3>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 464px;">
+<img src="images/ill_00098.jpg" width="464" height="296" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>M<small>OLL</small> and Jane had a pic-nic. They first begged the cook to give them
+some sand-wich-es and gin-ger-bread. Then Moll stole down stairs, and
+got an a-pron-ful of po-ta-toes, while Jane got some match-es. They were
+go-ing to roast their po-ta-toes; and this is the way they did it. They
+dug a shal-low hole, put them in, cov-ered them with dirt, and then
+built a fire a-bove them. They were ver-y good when they were cooked, I
+can tell you.</p>
+
+<p><a name="page_095" id="page_095"></a></p>
+
+<h3>BELLE AND HER BROTHERS.</h3>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 478px;">
+<img src="images/ill_00099.jpg" width="478" height="294" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>T<small>HE</small> same day that Moll and Jane had their pic-nic, Belle and her two
+small broth-ers had one. They did not have a fire: but their cook put up
+a much bet-ter lunch for them, and they took it to their fa-vor-ite
+spot, packed in a bas-ket on their don-key's back; and, while they ate
+their lunch, he nib-bled the soft grass. They had a good time, and were
+not sent to bed without sup-per, as Moll and Jane were, for mak-ing a
+fire when it was for-bid-den.</p>
+
+<p><a name="page_096" id="page_096"></a><br />
+</p>
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+<li>Madcap Violet. <i>Black.</i></li>
+
+<li>Mark Seaworth. <i>Kingston.</i></li>
+
+<li>Macleod of Dare. <i>Black.</i></li>
+
+<li>Margaret and Her Bridesmaids. <i>Julia Stretton.</i></li>
+
+<li>Maid of Athens. <i>McCarthy.</i></li>
+
+<li>Midshipman. <i>Kingston.</i></li>
+
+<li>Mill on the Floss. <i>George Eliot.</i></li>
+
+<li>Molly Bawn. "<i>The Duchess.</i>"</li>
+
+<li>Mrs. Geoffrey. "<i>The Duchess.</i>"</li>
+
+<li>Murders of the Rue Morgue. <i>Poe.</i></li>
+
+<li>Mysterious Island. <i>Verne.</i></li>
+
+<li>Old Myddleton's Money. <i>Mary Cecil Hay.</i></li>
+
+<li>Oliver Twist. <i>Dickens.</i></li>
+
+<li>Our Mutual Friend. <i>Dickens.</i></li>
+
+<li>Outre Mer. <i>Longfellow.</i></li>
+
+<li>Other People's Money. <i>Emile Gaboriau.</i></li>
+
+<li>Paul and Virginia, Rasselus and Vicar of Wakefield. <i>St. Pierre, Johnson
+and Goldsmith.</i></li>
+
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+
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+
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+
+<li>Phyllis. "<i>The Duchess.</i>"</li>
+
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+
+<li>Pilot. <i>Cooper.</i></li>
+
+<li>Red Eric. <i>Ballantyne.</i></li>
+
+<li>Rifle and Hound in Ceylon. <i>Baker.</i></li>
+
+<li>Robinson Crusoe. <i>DeFoe.</i></li>
+
+<li>Romola. <i>George Eliot.</i></li>
+
+<li>Round the World. <i>Kingston.</i></li>
+
+<li>Rob Roy. <i>Scott.</i></li>
+
+<li>Rory O'More. <i>Lover.</i></li>
+
+<li>Salt Water. <i>Kingston.</i></li>
+
+<li>Sartor Resartus. <i>Carlyle.</i></li>
+
+<li>Scottish Chiefs. <i>Porter.</i></li>
+
+<li>Scout (The). <i>Simms.</i></li>
+
+<li>Shadows and Sunbeams. <i>Fanny Fern.</i></li>
+
+<li>Shandon Bells. <i>Black.</i></li>
+
+<li>She. <i>Haggard.</i></li>
+
+<li>Sketch Book. <i>Irving.</i></li>
+
+<li>Spy. <i>Cooper.</i></li>
+
+<li>Stoddard's Readings and Recitations. <i>Stoddard.</i></li>
+
+<li>Strange Adventures of a Phaeton. <i>Black.</i></li>
+
+<li>Sunrise. <i>Black.</i></li>
+
+<li>Swiss Family Robinson. <i>Wyss Montolieu.</i></li>
+
+<li>Thaddeus of Warsaw. <i>Porter.</i></li>
+
+<li>That Beautiful Wretch. <i>Black.</i></li>
+
+<li>Three Feathers. <i>Black.</i></li>
+
+<li>Tom Brown at Oxford. <i>Hughes.</i></li>
+
+<li>Tom Brown's School Days at Rugby. <i>Hughes.</i></li>
+
+<li>Tom Cringle's Log. <i>Scott.</i></li>
+
+<li>Tour of the World in 80 Days. <i>Verne.</i></li>
+
+<li>20,000 Leagues Under the Sea. <i>Verne.</i></li>
+
+<li>Two on a Tower. <i>Hardy.</i></li>
+
+<li>To the Bitter End. <i>Braddon.</i></li>
+
+<li>Under Two Flags. <i>Ouida.</i></li>
+
+<li>Vanity Fair. <i>Thackeray.</i></li>
+
+<li>Waverly. <i>Scott.</i></li>
+
+<li>Wanda. <i>Ouida.</i></li>
+
+<li>Willy Reilly. <i>Carleton.</i></li>
+
+<li>Washington and Marion (Life of).</li>
+
+<li>Webster (Life of). <i>Banward.</i></li>
+
+<li>Woman's Temptation (A). <i>Bertha M. Clay.</i></li>
+
+<li>Young Foresters (The). <i>Kingston.</i></li>
+
+<li>Yolande. <i>Black.</i></li></ul>
+
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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of My Treasure, by Thomas W. Handford
+
+This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with
+almost no restrictions whatsoever.  You may copy it, give it away or
+re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included
+with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org
+
+
+Title: My Treasure
+
+Author: Thomas W. Handford
+
+Illustrator: Kate Greenaway
+
+Release Date: May 1, 2011 [EBook #36005]
+
+Language: English
+
+Character set encoding: ASCII
+
+*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK MY TREASURE ***
+
+
+
+
+Produced by Chuck Greif, The Baldwin Library of Historical
+Children\'s Literature in the Department of Special
+Collections at the University of Florida\'s George A.
+Smathers Libraries and the Online Distributed Proofreading
+Team at http://www.pgdp.net
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration: JUMBO BROKEN LOOSE.]
+
+
+
+
+MY
+
+TREASURE.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+EDITED BY
+
+THOMAS W. HANDFORD,
+
+("ELMO.")
+
+CHICAGO AND NEW YORK.
+
+BELFORD, CLARKE & CO.
+
+1888.
+
+COPYRIGHT,
+
+BELFORD, CLARKE & CO.
+
+1887.
+
+
+
+
+CONTENTS.
+
+
+                                                                    PAGE.
+  A Queer Play-House                                                  50
+  A Reckless Ride                                                      8
+  At the Shore                                                        82
+  Baby Ralph's Letter                                                 64
+  Bell and her Pet Dog                                                42
+  Belle and her Brothers                                              95
+  Betty and Polly                                                     33
+  Brave Hal                                                           80
+  Dolly Knits, then Hides                                         70, 71
+  Dot's New Friend                                                    78
+  Frankie Minds Mamma                                                 58
+  Going to Bed                                                        18
+  Going to Boston                                                     67
+  Hattie and the Butterfly                                            72
+  Jane and Rob                                                    46, 47
+  Little May's Pet                                                    36
+  Little Mother Hubbard                                               84
+  May and her Papa                                                    41
+  Meg and Little Bell                                                 32
+  Milk for Baby's Supper                                              30
+  Moll and Jane's Picnic                                              94
+  Mr. Fox is Sure                                                     68
+  New Eyes                                                            86
+  Old Charlie Runs                                                    90
+  Only a Bird                                                         54
+  Our Little Hand-Organ Man                                           66
+  Playing at Soldiers                                             20, 21
+  Polly and her Dead Bird                                             93
+  Poor Joe                                                            60
+  Rebie's New Home                                                    48
+  Rose and the Little Beggar                                          88
+  Sick Molly                                                          62
+  The Disobedient Mouse                                           22, 23
+  The Fishing-Boat Nancy                                              10
+  The Gypsy Camp                                                      74
+  The Pet Rabbit                                                      39
+  The Shark                                                           26
+  The Three Kittens                                               44, 45
+  The Two Stags                                                       38
+  Tom, Grace and Lou                                                  37
+  Walter's Butterflies                                                76
+  What a Kiss Did                                                     56
+  Who is to Blame?                                                    52
+
+
+  POETRY.
+
+                                                                    Page.
+  Baby Boy                                                            28
+  Bertie and Rover                                                    24
+  Cowslips                                                            16
+  Doll and I                                                          40
+  "Fly Little Bird Away"                                          34, 35
+  May Day                                                             19
+  My Treasure                                                          7
+  "Out of the Wild Northeast                                          92
+  Tad and the Lobster                                                 31
+  The Blacksmith                                                      15
+  The Disobedient Mouse                                           22, 23
+  The Little Rill                                                     12
+  The Robin                                                           14
+
+
+  ILLUSTRATIONS.
+
+  Jumbo Broken Loose                                       _Frontispiece._
+
+                                                                    PAGE.
+  A Queer Play-House                                                  51
+  A Reckless Ride                                                      9
+  At the Shore                                                        83
+  Baby Boy                                                            28
+  Baby Ralph's Letter                                                 65
+  Bell and her Pet Dog                                                43
+  Belle and her Brothers                                              95
+  Bertie and Rover                                                    25
+  Betty and Polly                                                     33
+  Brave Hal                                                           81
+  Cowslips                                                            17
+  Doll and I                                                          40
+  Dolly Knits, then Hides                                         70, 71
+  Dot's New Friend                                                    79
+  "Fly Little Bird Away"                                          34, 35
+  Frankie Minds Mamma                                                 59
+  Going to Bed                                                        18
+  Going to Boston                                                     67
+  Hattie and the Butterfly                                            73
+  Jack and Jill                                                       29
+  Jane and Rob                                                    46, 47
+  Little May's Pet                                                    36
+  Little Mother Hubbard                                               85
+  May Day                                                             19
+  May and her Papa                                                    41
+  Meg and Little Bell                                                 32
+  Milk for Baby's Supper                                              30
+  Moll and Jane's Picnic                                              94
+  Mr. Fox is Sure                                                     69
+  My Treasure                                                          7
+  New Eyes                                                            87
+  Old Charlie Runs                                                    90
+  Only a Bird                                                         55
+  Our Little Hand-Organ Man                                           66
+  "Out of the Wild Northeast"                                         91
+  Playing at Soldiers                                             20, 21
+  Polly and her Dead Bird                                             93
+  Poor Joe                                                            61
+  Rebie's New Home                                                    49
+  Rose and the Little Beggar                                          89
+  Sick Molly                                                          63
+  Solid Comfort                                                       91
+  Tad and the Lobster                                                 31
+  The Blacksmith                                                      15
+  The Disobedient Mouse                                           22, 23
+  The Fishing-Boat Nancy                                              11
+  The Gipsy Camp                                                      75
+  The Little Rill                                                     13
+  The Pet Rabbit                                                      39
+  The Shark                                                           27
+  The Three Kittens                                               44, 45
+  The Two Stags                                                       38
+  Tom, Grace and Lou                                                  37
+  Walter's Butterflies                                                77
+  What a Kiss Did                                                     57
+  Who is to Blame?                                                    53
+
+
+
+
+I WONDER, I WONDER.
+
+MY TREASURE.
+
+THOMAS W. HANDFORD.
+
+    Bright with smiles and wreathed with flowers.
+      Happy be thy morning hours;
+      Cloudless skies above thy head,
+      Fair the earth for thee to tread,
+      Songs of birds thy path attend;--
+      All the good that heaven can send,
+      Crown with joy thy morning hours,
+    Wreathed with smiles and bright with flowers.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+A RECKLESS RIDE.
+
+
+Reckless Ina, she was called, because she did so many reckless things.
+But her name was Ina Bradford. She had no brothers, so she used to tell
+her father that she would be his boy. And it was no trial to Ina do
+boy's work.
+
+Dish-washing she particularly disliked. And as to sewing--why, she had
+rather go ragged any time than sew up the rents in her dress.
+
+The one thing that Ina enjoyed more than anything else in the world, was
+riding on horseback. Her father kept several horses. And he was
+perfectly willing she should use any of the farm horses whenever she
+liked. But Black Jupiter she must never touch. He was a large,
+high-spirited horse, very unsafe for a young girl. But oh! how Ina
+longed to get on Jupiter's back.
+
+One day when her father had gone away Ina resolved to try. She put
+bridle and saddle on without trouble. But the moment Black Jupiter felt
+her weight on his back, he started on a run up the street. At first Ina
+thought it great fun, but by and by her arms ached so she could scarcely
+hold the bridle. And when Jupiter jumped at the cackling of a goose, Ina
+would have fallen if a strong, brave boy had not caught the bridle. Ina
+did not care to ride Black Jupiter again.
+
+[Illustration: A RECKLESS RIDE.]
+
+
+
+
+THE FISHING BOAT NANCY.
+
+
+Here is the fish-ing boat Nan-cy. But where is the fish-er-man? Oh! he
+has gone up the beach to his house to see his wife and his lit-tle
+daugh-ter. He was in a great hur-ry, for he did not wait to take down
+his sails, but on-ly made the boat fast to an old pile.
+
+The rea-son of his haste was that his lit-tle daugh-ter Bess is quite
+ill. He had to go to sea this morn-ing, for he is a poor man, and must
+work ev-er-y day, but when he left Bess was in a fe-ver. All day long he
+has been ve-ry anx-ious. But now good news is wait-ing him. At four
+o'clock the fe-ver left her, and she is much bet-ter, and is wait-ing
+for her pa-pa to come in. How glad he will be! But he can-not stop long
+now, on-ly just to give her a kiss, for the boat must be ta-ken care of,
+and the fish that he has caught must be sent to mar-ket; so back he will
+go, but he will work now with a light-er heart, for his fear is gone.
+
+[Illustration: THE FISHING BOAT NANCY.]
+
+
+
+
+THE LITTLE RILL.
+
+
+    Drop by drop the lit-tle rill
+      Feeds the lim-pid stream be-low,
+    Gleam-ing, spark-ling down the hill,
+      Till it joins the riv-er's flow.
+               * * *
+    Drop by drop the whole night long;
+      Drop by drop the long night through,
+    Sing-ing low and soft its song;
+      Leaps the rill, in meas-ure true.
+               * * *
+    Drop by drop like gems of light,
+      Danc-ing where the sun-beams play,
+    Grows the stream-let clear and bright,
+      Where the sweet ferns line the way.
+               * * *
+    Like a mol-ten sil-ver tide
+      Led by fai-ries, here and there;
+    Now by rug-ged moun-tain side;
+      Now by pas-ture green and fair.
+
+[Illustration: THE LITTLE RILL.]
+
+
+
+
+THE ROBIN.
+
+
+    LIT-TLE rob-in, wild bird,
+    Sing-ing sweet and blithe,
+    Care-less of Time's hour glass
+    And his crook-ed scythe,
+    Prod-i-gal of pleas-ure
+    In a harm-less way,
+    Greet-ing in the sun-shine
+    This thy hol-i-day.
+
+    When the or-phan chil-dren
+    Wan-dered in the wood,
+    We shall stillre-mem-ber
+    Thou wert kind and good;
+    As their cheeks grew pa-ler,
+    And with tears were wet,
+    Thou didst sprin-kle o'er them
+    Man-y a vi-o-let.
+
+    Cheer us in the au-tumn,
+    When the rains be-gin,
+    While the gay flow-ers with-er,
+    And the woods grow thin.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+THE BLACKSMITH.
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    CLANG, cling, clang, cling!
+    Bel-lows, you must roar; and, an-vil, you must ring;
+    Ham-mer, you and I must work, for ding, dong, ding!
+    Must dress my Kate and ba-by, and bread for us must bring.
+
+
+
+
+COWSLIPS.
+
+
+    Yel-low, yel-low cow-slip,
+      Grow-ing in the grass,
+    Thou dost bloom so bright-ly,
+    Thou dost smell so sweet-ly,
+    That the ve-ry cat-tle
+      Light-ly o'er thee pass.
+            * * *
+    Yel-low, yel-low cow-slip,
+      Chil-dren gath-er thee
+    In the ear-ly sum-mer,
+    In the dew-y morn-ing,
+    When his nest be-side thee,
+      Leaves the lark so free.
+            * * *
+    Yel-low, yel-low cow-slip,
+      Shin-ing in the sun,
+    When the tall grass mead-ows
+    Yield un-to the mow-ers,
+    Then thy life is end-ed,
+      Pen-sive lit-tle one.
+
+[Illustration: COWSLIPS.]
+
+
+
+
+GOING TO BED.
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+May and Kate and Lou and wee Tom-my have been sit-ting by the fire in
+the nur-se-ry for the last hour look-ing through their books. But now
+the books have all been put on the shelf and nurse has made them ready
+for bed. Mam-ma has come up, as she al-ways does, to hear their pray-ers
+and have a short chat with them af-ter they are tuck-ed up in their
+cribs. The chat has to be short, for these lit-tle peo-ple fall a-sleep
+in no time.
+
+
+
+
+MAY DAY.
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    One day, all
+    in the sweet
+    spring weath-er,
+    Two lit-tle folk
+    went out to-geth-er.
+    Oh the bright May-day!
+    Sun was shin-ing,
+    birds were
+    sing-ing,
+    Flow-ers bloom-ing,
+    May-bells ring-ing!
+      Oh the glad May-day!
+
+    So they two went forth a May-ing,
+    Laugh-ing, dan-cing, sing-ing, say-ing
+      "Oh the bright May-day!
+    What care we for moth-er's warn-ing?
+    Who would bide at home this morn-ing?
+      Oh the glad May-day!"
+
+
+
+
+PLAYING AT SOLDIER.
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+"SHOUL-DER arms!" said Dick. "For-ward, march!" If you had been in the
+room next to the hall where the chil-dren were play-ing that rain-y day,
+you would have thought that an ar-my was march-ing back and forth, they
+made such a noise. Then, all at once, the noise stopped. "The ar-my will
+lie down, and go to sleep for the night," said Dick. The ar-my lay down
+to play sleep, and in a twin-kling it fell in-to a real sleep. Ev-er-y
+man was in the land of Nod. Jane, who had been out to the barn for a
+bas-ket of ap-ples, was so sur-prised at the sight, that three great red
+ones fell out on the floor be-fore she could catch them. Just at that
+mo-ment the boys' eyes o-pened, and they had the ap-ples in less than no
+time.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+THE DISOBEDIENT MOUSE.
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    SAD is the tale
+    I have to tell,
+    Of what a lit-tle
+    mouse be-fell.
+    "My darl-ing child,"
+    His moth-er said,
+    "There are two things
+    That you must dread.
+    One is the mon-ster
+    called a cat;
+    And one a trap.
+    Ne'er go
+    near that,
+    No mat-ter how the cheese may smell:
+    You'll rue the day. Mark
+    my words well."
+
+    And mous-ey lis-tened to her say.
+    Had he but heed-ed! Well-a-day!
+    That ver-y night he smelled some cheese.
+    Quoth he, "What o-dors sweet are these?
+    I'll go and see: per-chance the cook
+    Has dropped a bit. Here's for a look!"
+    A-las! a-las! dear chil-dren all,
+    He dis-o-beyed. Be-hold his fall.
+    He saw the trap, with bits of cheese.
+    "I'll on-ly take just one of these,--
+    A sin-gle one, not an-y more."
+    Click went the spring; down fell the door!
+
+    How sleek looks puss-y! How well fed!
+    Poor mous-ey's moth-er weeps in bed.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+BERTIE AND ROVER.
+
+
+    "O Ro-ver! I love you,"
+      Young Mas-ter Ber-tie said.
+    To prove his words were true,
+      He hugged the dog's rough head.
+               * * *
+    Ro-ver knew not one half
+      His lit-tle mas-ter said;
+    But when he heard him laugh,
+      He quick-ly raised his head.
+               * * *
+    He loved to run a-bout
+      A-mong the lambs and sheep,
+    Which lay in groups a-bout,
+      Ap-pa-rent-ly a-sleep.
+               * * *
+    He'd leap a five-barred gate,
+      And then, with con-scious pride,
+    For Bertie's com-ing wait
+      Up-on the oth-er side.
+
+[Illustration: BERTIE AND ROVER.]
+
+
+
+
+THE SHARK.
+
+
+What great fish is this? It is a shark. He is fast now, and the men will
+soon have him up on the ship's deck, where they will make an end of him.
+
+Sharks are ve-ry fierce. They are so large, too, that they can eat up a
+man with-out a-ny trou-ble. In some parts of the world peo-ple nev-er
+dare go in bath-ing, be-cause of them. You can see in the pic-ture what
+great teeth they have. This fel-low has been at ma-ny a bad piece of
+work, I have no doubt; but now all his pranks are at an end. He has
+fol-lowed the ship mile af-ter mile to pick up a-ny scraps that were
+thrown o-ver, and they have tast-ed so well, that when he saw a great
+piece of pork come splash in-to the wa-ter, he swal-lowed it down
+with-out stopping to think that there might be a hook in it. Then all at
+once he found that he was fast. Strug-gle as hard as he could, it was of
+no use; he was held fast.
+
+[Illustration: THE SHARK.]
+
+
+
+
+BABY BOY.
+
+
+    "Ho! mas-ter ba-by boy.
+    Where are you go-ing?
+    Dark are the win-try skies:
+    Soon 'twill be snow-ing.
+    Back to the nur-se-ry,
+    Where the fire's
+    glow-ing."
+         * * *
+    "I doe back"--
+    stamps his foot.
+
+    "No! I are doe-ing
+    Down to my busi-ness.
+    A big boy I'm drow-ing.
+    Just where my pa-pa does,
+    Dat's where I'm doe-ing."
+
+
+
+
+JACK AND JILL.
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+THESE are Jack and Jill. Do you not see their pail? They fill it with
+salt wa-ter.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+"WHAT a sweet lit-tle lamb!" said May. "No: it is a wolf. I must run: he
+will eat me."
+
+
+
+
+MILK FOR BABY'S SUPPER.
+
+
+"PLEASE, Mrs. Wright, moth-er would like to bor-row a cup of milk for
+ba-by's sup-per. Our cow has strayed a-way, and Tom has gone to find
+her."--"Of course she shall have it, Tom," said Mrs. Wright. "How is
+ba-by?" Tom's lit-tle ba-by sis-ter had been ver-y ill, and they had all
+been a-fraid that she would not live. But now she was much bet-ter. Tom
+told Mrs. Wright this, and then ran home.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+TAD AND THE LOBSTER.
+
+
+    THERE was a
+    little lad
+    Whose name was Tad,
+    Down by the sea.
+    "A-ha! a-ha" cried he:
+    "A play-fellow I see,
+    Com-ing to play
+    with me."
+
+    [Illustration]
+
+    But soon he
+    changed his cry:
+    The tears came
+    in his eye.
+    "Let go!" he
+    cried; "let go!
+    You don't play
+    fair, you know.
+    O mam-my,
+    quick! Boo-hoo!
+    He'll bite my
+    finger through!"
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+MEG AND LITTLE BELL.
+
+
+MEG and her lit-tle sis-ter Bell went for a walk in the mea-dow. A cow
+came down to the brook to drink. Bell was pick-ing some flow-ers, and
+did not see her un-til she was close up-on her. Then she gave a loud
+cry, and ran to Meg, and clutched tight hold of her dress. Meg soon set
+her fears to rest; and the cow looked on with wide o-pened eyes, as much
+as to say, "What a fool-ish child this is! I give her milk ev-er-y day."
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+BETTY AND POLLY.
+
+
+BET-TY came to make a call on Pol-ly. So Pol-ly got out all her toys,
+and put them on the floor in a great heap, and they each sat down
+be-side them. Bet-ty liked best of all a stuffed rab-bit that squeaked
+when you squeezed it; and she tucked it un-der her arm, and took it all
+a-bout from room to room with her. Pol-ly at last, when she saw how much
+she liked it, gave it to her for her ver-y own; and Bet-ty went home
+hap-py, with the rabbit on her arms.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+"FLY LITTLE BIRD AWAY."
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+    A LIT-TLE girl
+    Read in her book,
+    How a wick-ed boy
+    A wild bird took
+    From out its nest
+    In the green-wood tree.
+    A cap-tive now
+    'Tis forced to be,
+    And flut-ters its poor
+      wings all day long,
+    And beats the bars of its cage so strong.
+
+    "Poor lit-tle bird!"
+    She soft-ly cried;
+    Then on her head
+    Her hood she tied,
+    Took down the cage
+    Of her own bird,
+    Opened the door,
+    With joy-ous word.
+    "Fly, lit-tle bird, a-way,"
+      quoth she,
+    "Back to your home in the green-wood tree."
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    A-way, a-way,
+    The glad bird flew,
+    Far out of sight,
+    In heav-ens blue.
+    The wee girl watched
+    With won-der-ing eye,
+    Till it had fad-ed
+    In the sky,
+    Then sat her down, and cried, "Boo-hoo!
+    My bird is gone! What shall I do?"
+
+    Her pin-a-fore
+    With tears was wet:
+    "My bird a-gain,
+    "I'll nev-er get."
+    At last she raised
+    Her weep-ing eye,
+    And there at hand,
+    What should she spy
+    But bird-ie hop-ping in
+      his door,
+    Tired of his freedom,
+      back once more.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+LITTLE MAY'S PET.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+"Come in, puss," said lit-tle May, "and you shall have a nice cup of
+milk for your break-fast. And I will put a fresh rib-bon on your neck,
+too." Puss walked in at once, for he was ve-ry hun-gry. For more than an
+hour she had been watch-ing at a mouse-hole, but the mouse would not
+come out and be caught. So at last she had grown tired of wait-ing.
+
+
+
+
+TOM, GRACE AND LOU.
+
+
+TOM and Grace and Lou had been down to the brook the day be-fore, and
+had caught three frogs. They got one of pa-pa's old ci-gar box-es, and
+lined it with leaves, and cut small holes in it, that the air might pass
+in and out.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+The next morn-ing they o-pened the box, and put them on the grass: they
+looked ver-y ill. "Let's take them back to the brook," said Lou. As soon
+as the frogs saw the wa-ter, they jumped, and were seen no more.
+
+
+
+
+THE TWO STAGS.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+HERE we are out in the wild woods. What a pret-ty lit-tle glade it is,
+with a spring of fresh wa-ter in it! But see, there are two stags here,
+fight-ing as if they were bit-ter foes. Their great wide-spread ant-lers
+are locked in-to each oth-er's. It some-times hap-pens in these fights
+that the ant-lers get so fast-ened to-geth-er that the stags can-not get
+them a-part. Then they both die. This will show you how quar-rels of-ten
+have ve-ry sad ends.
+
+
+
+
+THE PET RABBIT.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+TOM and Grace hur-ried through their break-fast, and ran out to feed
+their pet rab-bit. Grace did not ev-en wait to put on her hat. But, when
+they came to the hutch, there was no rab-bit there.
+
+"We must tell John to look for him," said Grace. "There he is! Let's
+run." So they ran down the path to meet the gar-den-er's boy. John said
+that he would look just as soon as he took the bas-ket of let-tuce to
+the cook.
+
+
+
+
+DOLL AND I.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+    "OH, dear! Oh, dear!
+    'Tis al-most nine.
+    The birds all sing,
+    The sun does shine.
+    Poor Doll and I
+    To school must go:
+    I don't see why,
+    We hate it so.
+    I hate those let-ters. They twist and turn.
+    There's no use try-ing: I'll nev-er learn.
+               * * *
+    Hur-rah! hur-rah!
+    At last it's two!
+    I am so glad!
+    What shall we do?
+    Come, Doll, let's run.
+    I'll nev-er go,
+    When I get big,
+    To school, I know;
+    But ev-er-y min-ute of the day
+    I'll spend just as I like, in play."
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+MAY AND HER PA-PA.
+
+
+PA-PA and mam-ma will soon have sup-per; for I see Jane bring-ing it in
+on a tray. But, un-til they do, May is to ride a cock-horse on her
+pa-pa's knee. Pa-pa goes to town to business ev-er-y day, and, when he
+comes back, May and her sis-ter Fan run to meet him. They take his hat,
+and bring his slip-pers, and put him in the big chair in front of the
+fire; and then they climb up in-to his lap, and play with him. He
+rath-er seems to like it.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+BELL AND HER PET DOG.
+
+
+This dog's name is Puck, and a ve-ry wide-a-wake dog he is, as you may
+see from the pic-ture. His mis-tress is a lit-tle girl named Bell, and
+he is ve-ry fond of her. At night he sleeps coiled up at the foot of her
+bed. Some-times when she wakes she finds him ly-ing on the pillow, with
+his head close to her cheek, and one ve-ry cold night he man-aged to get
+in bed un-der the clothes. He is a ve-ry clever dog. If you tell him to
+beg, he will sit on his hind paws and wave his fore paws in the air. If
+he is thirs-ty, he will bring his cup for you to fill it with wa-ter for
+him.
+
+The first time Bell ev-er saw her dog was in the street. He had lost his
+mas-ter, and came to her for help. She could not find his home for him,
+so she took him home with her, and there he has lived ev-er since. Now
+he has for-got-ten his old mas-ter en-tire-ly, and cares for on-ly
+Bell.
+
+[Illustration: BELL AND HER PET DOG.]
+
+
+
+
+THE THREE KITTENS.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+"MEW-MEW!" said two lit-tle wee black kit-tens. Grace stooped down, and
+picked one of them up. "Mew!" it said, and then tried to play with the
+neck-lace she had on. The oth-er kit-ten did not like this at all. She
+pulled at Grace's dress with her small black paw. So then she was tak-en
+up too, and both soon snug-gled down in Grace's lap, and went fast
+a-sleep. But where was the mam-ma cat all this time? She had gone back
+to the barn, where all her kit-tens were born, to bring an-oth-er one to
+the house, to show her mis-tress what a fine fam-i-ly she had. She had
+hard work to get in; for John, the man, had closed the doors. She
+walked a-round the barn, and at the back she found a win-dow o-pen. Ned,
+the don-key, had his head out of it; but she scram-bled in be-side him,
+and took up an-oth-er kit-ten in her mouth, and ran back to the house
+a-gain.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+When she reached it, she found that Jane had closed the front-door. She
+mewed as loud as she could; but it was some time be-fore an-y one heard
+her, and o-pened it. But at last she reached her mis-tress safe-ly with
+her third child. She her-self was white, and so was one of the kit-tens.
+The other two were as black as coals.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+JANE AND ROB.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+KATE was ver-y un-hap-py. She had left her best doll in the path in
+front of the house the night be-fore; and some one had stepped on it in
+the dark, and it was crushed in-to bits. So Kate was cry-ing; for poor
+Ar-a-min-ta Jane was her pride and joy. Just then her broth-er Rob came
+in. "Why, you poor lit-tle girl!" he said. "I am so sor-ry! If you will
+come out with me, I will show you how to play crick-et; and you shall
+use my new bat." Kate cheered up ver-y much at this, and ran to put on
+her hat. Rob was so kind to her that she had a ver-y good time, and
+for-got all a-bout Ar-a-min-ta Jane in the fun of the game.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+REBIE'S NEW HOME.
+
+
+"IS she coming to-night, mamma?" asked Marion.
+
+"Yes, dear, I think so. We shall know very soon now. Papa will be here
+in about ten minutes."
+
+Marion and Elvie Reade ran to the window. They were very anxious to see
+this little cousin who was coming home with papa.
+
+"Rebie'll be our new sister; won't she?" said Elvie.
+
+"Yes. And papa said we must be real kind to her, for she hasn't any papa
+or mamma now."
+
+"Yes, we will. I guess--Oh! there's papa, now. And--oh! Marion! Rebie's
+crying. Let's go kiss her."
+
+Out ran the two little girls, while mamma stood in the doorway with
+little Ernest, and aunt Maria stood on the steps.
+
+Little Rebie couldn't help crying, yet she liked her new home for all
+that. But her cousins kissed her so lovingly, that Rebie soon smiled
+through her tears.
+
+And when baby Ernest said, "Ernie love oo, tousin Rebie," she laughed a
+soft little laugh. Then they thought Rebie wouldn't feel lonely any
+more.
+
+"I think your papa _most_ as good as my papa," Rebie whispered to Elvie
+after they had gone to bed that night. Elvie thought him a _little_
+better, but she was too polite to say so.
+
+[Illustration: REBIE'S NEW HOME.]
+
+
+
+
+A QUEER PLAY-HOUSE.
+
+
+HARRY and little Violet thought it the very best play-house in the
+world. And I don't think Gyp would have enjoyed any other half so well.
+It was papa's big boat.
+
+They could sit in it and see mamma when she came to the door of the
+little house near by, where they lived. And they could watch papa as he
+went out in his small boat, or dory, as he called it. Harry could see
+him far out on the water by standing up on the side of the boat. Little
+Violet was afraid to climb up so high.
+
+Sometimes Harry and Violet took their dinner and ate it in the boat.
+Then Gyp always shared it with them. He would sit beside them in the
+boat, or perhaps lie on the sand and wait for Harry to throw him his
+share bit by bit.
+
+The children liked to make Gyp speak for his dinner. But best of all,
+they liked to toss it up, and see Gyp spring and catch it in his mouth.
+
+One day, when they were playing near the water, Violet's sun-bonnet blew
+off, and a wave washed it out beyond her reach. Then Gyp was ready to
+help his little mistress. He swam out, seized it in his mouth, and soon
+laid it at Violet's feet. She was so glad she hugged him, wet as he was.
+And he repaid her, by shaking himself and sprinkling her all over.
+
+[Illustration: A QUEER PLAY HOUSE.]
+
+
+
+
+WHO IS TO BLAME?
+
+
+POOR little Carlos stood thinking. He did not know what to do. He wanted
+to tell the truth, yet he didn't like to have mamma blame him for
+breaking Sylvia's doll. And he didn't think he was all to blame either.
+The butterfly and Dandy both helped, he thought.
+
+This was the way it happened. A beautiful large butterfly came through
+the open window into the dining-room, then flitted out into the hall.
+Carlos and his dog Dandy gave chase. Once, in his eagerness, he stumbled
+over Dandy. And in trying to escape a fall he knocked the doll to the
+floor. There was the body in one place, the head in another. Why did
+Sylvia leave it right in his way?
+
+At last Carlos decided to do the best thing--go and tell mamma all about
+it.
+
+Mamma listened patiently. Then she told Carlos that it would have been
+better not to try to catch the butterfly. The pretty thing would die if
+he caught it and shut it up.
+
+Mamma told Carlos that Sylvia was partly to blame for leaving her doll
+in such a place. But Carlos must be more careful next time.
+
+Carlos felt very happy as he ran out of doors with Dandy. And he thought
+it the nicest way in the world, to go and tell mamma everything.
+
+[Illustration: WHO IS TO BLAME?]
+
+
+
+
+ONLY A BIRD.
+
+
+CAN you see the old man behind his rows of cages? In them are many poor
+little birds. They cannot fly about in the pure sweet air. The old man
+sells them. That is the way he earns his money.
+
+Then why does he look so displeased? The young man, with the empty cage
+in his hand, has just bought a bird and laid the money on the counter.
+
+The young man loves birds so well that he bought one on purpose to set
+it free.
+
+The old man is wishing he could get the bird and sell it again. He
+thinks it foolish to throw away money. And he tells the young man so.
+
+"Not thrown away, my friend," says the young man. "It is well spent if
+it gives pleasure even to the smallest creature."
+
+"'Twas only a bird," insists the old man.
+
+"But God made the birds. And not one falls to the ground without his
+notice. I think we shall have to give an account of the way we treat his
+birds."
+
+"Well, I wish I had that one again."
+
+"And I wish I could open all these cages."
+
+[Illustration: ONLY A BIRD.]
+
+
+
+
+WHAT A KISS DID.
+
+
+BABY Bell thought she could do just as she pleased everywhere, and with
+everybody. And she generally did. She even trotted into Mrs. Burnett's,
+a sad, lonely woman, who lived all alone by herself in the next house.
+
+One day she came pattering into the room where Mrs. Burnett sat. She
+clung to her dress. She looked up lovingly into the sad face. Then she
+lisped forth,--
+
+"_Miss Nett_, Baby Bell tiss you."
+
+Then she put up her sweet lips to give a kiss. Who could resist such a
+baby? Not even Mrs. Burnett. She took the child on her lap, and covered
+her face with kisses and tears. Baby Bell looked on wonderingly.
+
+When papa came for her she said, "_Miss Nett_ tryin', Baby Bell tiss her
+lots."
+
+Mrs. Burnett explained. "I lost a baby just her age. I felt since that I
+had no one to love me. But Baby Bell loves me, I am sure. I hope she
+will come often."
+
+"As often as you and she wish," said papa.
+
+"Baby Bell tum ev'y day--tum see _Miss Nett_. Baby Bell love _Miss
+Nett_," added the baby, looking back over papa's shoulder.
+
+[Illustration: WHAT A KISS DID.]
+
+
+
+
+FRANKIE MINDS MAMMA.
+
+
+UNCLE SOL was going to take a party of boys out in his boat. All had
+scrambled in but one little fellow, the smallest of the party.
+
+"Tumble in, Frankie," said Uncle Sol. But still Frankie hesitated.
+
+"Don't you want to go?" asked the old sailor.
+
+"Yes, sir," answered Frankie, slowly, "but mamma doesn't like to have me
+go on the water."
+
+"Why?"
+
+"She's afraid since papa was drowned."
+
+"Don't go, then, my boy. Don't worry your mother. She's had trouble
+enough already;" and Uncle Sol began to push the boat out into the
+water.
+
+"Pooh! Come on!" shouted Horace, the tallest boy in the boat. "Your
+mother'll never know. We'll keep dark."
+
+"Don't you go to learnin' Frankie any bad ways," said Uncle Sol,
+sternly. "Boys never come to much in the world unless they mind their
+mother. I've always noticed that."
+
+Horace sat down rather ashamed of his bold words. And little Frankie
+looked at Uncle Sol gratefully, saying, "I know mama'll be glad to have
+me come home:" and with a happy laugh he ran away from the boat.
+
+[Illustration: FRANKIE MINDS MAMMA.]
+
+
+
+
+POOR JOE.
+
+
+"YOU may put on your coat now, Hugh, and take these things to Mrs.
+Larry. You have barely time before school, you must hurry."
+
+"Must I go this morning, mother, why can't I go to-night, or this noon?"
+
+"There'll not be time at noon. And before night Joe may want some of
+these things. You may do, however, just as you think you would like to
+have Joe do, if he was in your place and you in his. Poor Joe needs
+better food than his mother is able to buy. You wouldn't have him suffer
+for the sake of skating, would you?"
+
+Hugh thought a minute. At last he said, "I know if I was in Joe's place,
+I should want somebody to bring me a heap of things. Guess I'll go,
+mother."
+
+His mother smiled to hear him whistle as he ran from the yard. Just
+before school he rushed in.
+
+"Say, mother, can I buy Joe some oranges? He's white--he's white as your
+ruffled apron. I've fifty cents. I'll spend half for Joe."
+
+Hugh's mother kissed him before she said yes. And her eyes filled with
+glad tears as he ran out whistling more merrily than before.
+
+[Illustration: POOR JOE.]
+
+
+
+
+SICK MOLLY.
+
+
+"GUESS I'll hurry home," said the rough miner when some of his mates
+urged him to go to the saloon, "Molly'll miss me."
+
+Nothing seemed so pleasant at night as to see his little Molly standing
+in the doorway to greet him when he came home. But to-night she was not
+in her usual place.
+
+"Where's Molly?" he quickly asked, entering the kitchen. Before his wife
+could speak, he saw Molly in her mother's arms with her eyes closed.
+
+"What is it?" he asked, in a hushed voice.
+
+"I--don't--know," sobbed the poor mother. "She complained--of being
+tired. And she wanted--me to hold her. I've held her--nearly all day.
+I'm _so_ glad--you've come, Jake. Do run for the doctor."
+
+"Yes, I will;" and without another word he hurried to the village.
+
+"Will she live?" were his first words after the doctor entered the
+house.
+
+"I hope so," was the cheery answer. "Put her feet in warm water as soon
+as possible. And here is a powder for her. I'll come over in the
+morning. Think she'll be better then."
+
+To the miner's great delight, Molly's blue eyes opened the next morning.
+But if he had gone to the saloon, it might have been different.
+
+[Illustration: SICK MOLLY.]
+
+
+
+
+BABY RALPH'S LETTER.
+
+
+GOLDEN-HAIRED, blue-eyed, sweet-mouthed Baby Ralph lay, a cunning little
+white heap, in his willow cradle.
+
+While he slept, papa and mamma came softly into the room--dropped the
+lightest and sweetest of kisses on the dear baby face, then stole
+quietly out and away to the big city. Did Baby Ralph like this? You will
+hardly think so when you read his letter. Here it is:
+
+     "MY OWN PAPA AND MAMMA,--Does you want to hear 'bout me? You
+     thinked I didn't know you runned way off and left your little baby
+     boy all 'lone. But I did. And I waked up and cried--and cried. And
+     Auntie May looked sober--and grandma looked sober--and grandpa
+     whistled--and I cried hard. Then Auntie May put something in my
+     bottle. 'Twas good, and I didn't cry. But Auntie May bringed water,
+     and put some on my face, and I didn't like it. And I cried
+     awful--so awful Auntie May stopped. Wish you's here, 'cause I don't
+     feel good. If my papa and my mamma's here I'd feel gooder--wouldn't
+     fuss any bit. Wish you's here, I do, to kiss your own
+
+     BABY RALPH."
+
+Did this bring Baby Ralph's papa and mamma? Yes, indeed. And they took
+him and Auntie May back to the big city.
+
+[Illustration: BABY RALPH'S LETTER.]
+
+
+
+
+OUR LITTLE HAND-ORGAN MAN.
+
+
+NEARER and nearer the sitting-room door came the patter of little feet.
+And this queer song was heard over and over:
+
+"Herbie--is--_organ_-hand man!"
+
+Then in pranced our little three-year-old Herbie, his eyes bright, his
+right hand going round and round to imitate the hand-organ man. Under
+his left arm was a cricket.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+"Look here!" said papa, laughing heartily, "you've got the cart before
+the horse. It's hand-organ, not organ-hand."
+"Herbie--is--_organ_-hand-man!"
+
+His eyes only shone the brighter as he persisted in his funny mistake.
+
+
+
+
+GOING TO BOSTON.
+
+
+"WHERE let's go to-day?" asked Elsie, as the three children ran out of
+doors.
+
+"Guess we'll go to Boston," answered Abe. And little Andy echoed,
+"Boston--Boston to-day."
+
+So all three ran to the trunk of a large tree, lying on the ground. Tip,
+their dog, followed. They never went anywhere without Tip.
+
+Andy held the whip, so he sat nearest the horse and drove. Careful Abe
+sat next. He had to hold Andy for fear of a fall. Elsie had nothing else
+to do so she held her hat up on a stick. "So folks'll see we're comin',"
+she told Abe.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+MR. FOX IS SURE.
+
+
+FOXES are very sly. If they want a tender chicken for dinner, they don't
+walk into the poultry yard in broad daylight. Our Mr. Fox knows better
+than that. He waits till all is still at night. Then he steals across
+the yard, and peeps into the hen-house.
+
+All is quiet, so he steps in. Now he stops a moment to listen. He wants
+to be sure that the big dog asleep near the house isn't after him. He
+hears nothing, so he looks around for the hens.
+
+There they are, asleep on a high roost. Can he get them? His eyes shine.
+His mouth waters. He must have one somehow.
+
+He is careful not to make a bit of noise--the sly fellow.
+
+Mr. Fox is sure he can get one now. He reaches up till his black nose
+nearly touches the rooster's long tail-feathers.
+
+He is all ready for a spring, when a rush and a loud barking is heard.
+The dog has scented the fox. So, instead of getting a nice, fat chicken
+for dinner, Mr. Fox has to run for his life. And the dog is close
+behind. So close that Mr. Fox fears that he himself may make a dinner
+for the dog. But he reaches his hole safely.
+
+[Illustration: MR. FOX IS SURE.]
+
+
+
+
+DOLLY KNITS, THEN HIDES.
+
+
+CUNNING little Dolly often gets into mischief. She thinks she can do
+just what grandma and mamma do. One day grandma fell asleep and her
+knitting dropped to the floor.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Dolly soon spied it, and the spectacles, too. She picked both up and
+climbed into a big chair. Before beginning to knit she thought of
+something else.
+
+"Dess Dolly'll put on drandma's tean tap."
+
+So she got the clean cap from the table, and climbed into the big chair
+again. After putting on cap and spectacles, Dolly tried to knit. But she
+only pulled the needles out, and tangled the yarn. And grandma was
+stirring, too. What would she say to Dolly when she woke up?
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Dolly was afraid grandma wouldn't like it, so she slipped from the chair
+and hid behind the clock.
+
+"Where's my work?" asked grandma. "Has Dolly been here?"
+
+"Dolly's done 'way," answered a voice behind the clock.
+
+
+
+
+HATTIE AND THE BUTTERFLY.
+
+
+LITTLE Hattie Vaughn was playing in the back yard, when she saw a
+beautiful butterfly light on a clover blossom just outside the gate. She
+wished she could catch it. So she opened the gate and walked softly the
+butterfly.
+
+Her hand was almost on it, when the butterfly rose lightly in the air
+and sailed away toward the woods.
+
+Hattie watched it. Soon it settled down on a wild lily the other side of
+a rail fence. Hattie crawled through the fence and came close to the
+pretty butterfly again.
+
+But just as her hand came near, away it flew further into the woods.
+Hattie followed. By and by she lost sight of the butterfly. She was
+tired, and wanted to go home. But she did not know the way. She was
+lost. She began to cry, and cried herself to sleep.
+
+Brother Dick found her sleeping under a large tree. Dick and his father
+had been looking for Hattie some time. He sat down beside her and
+thought he would not wake her till his father came. But the moment his
+father spoke, Hattie opened her eyes. She was not afraid with her father
+and Dick near.
+
+[Illustration: HATTIE AND THE BUTTERFLY.]
+
+
+
+
+THE GYPSY CAMP.
+
+
+THE camp was not near the village. It was near the woods. The Gypsies
+chose the place because they could get plenty of dry brush to burn. And
+there was a brook near by where they could get good water. Some of the
+village children thought at first that it would be fine sport to live
+so: never to go to school--never to learn lessons--never to dress up
+clean--always run about as they pleased and where they pleased.
+
+But after the Gypsies had been there a long time, they thought
+differently. They saw the dirty, ragged children carrying big kettles of
+water from the brook, or large bundles of brush from the woods. They
+learned that the women and children did all the work. Perhaps the men
+stole many of the things they had to eat. And one day when two or three
+boys ventured into the camp, they saw, in one of the tents, a poor, sick
+child lying on the bare ground. No one was near it.
+
+They went to their pleasant, comfortable homes, feeling that it was
+better to have a good father and mother to care for them, even if they
+did send them to school and require them to learn lessons.
+
+[Illustration: THE GIPSY]
+
+
+
+
+WALTER'S BUTTERFLIES.
+
+
+"AUNTIE," said Walter, "is't naughty to catch butterflies?"
+
+"I think if I was a little boy, I'd rather see them flying about in the
+sunshine, than shut up in a box or under a glass."
+
+"But is't _wicked_ to kill them?" persisted Walter.
+
+"I think if a little boy caught and killed them because he enjoyed
+seeing them suffer, it would be very wrong. God made all the birds and
+insects to be happy. He don't want us to treat them cruelly."
+
+"But, auntie, there's a great big house in Boston, not far from papa's
+house, and it's most full of dead birds, and spiders, and bugs, and
+butterflies, and everything.
+
+"Yes, Walter, I have been there. But the men who caught the birds and
+insects did not kill them just for the sake of killing something. They
+wished to learn all about the birds and insects in different countries."
+
+"But, auntie," said Walter eagerly, "I saw some ladies when I was out
+yesterday, with birds stuck in their hats. Guess they's wicked."
+
+"Yes, Walter, it's wrong, I think, to kill the pretty little birds to
+wear as ornaments. We should let them live as long as they will."
+
+[Illustration: WALTER'S BUTTERFLIES.]
+
+
+
+
+DOT'S NEW FRIEND.
+
+
+DOT didn't care for such playthings as little girls generally liked. She
+wanted to play out of doors with the boys. And poor little Dot's mother
+didn't care where she played, if she was only out of her way so she
+could get her washing along.
+
+She was a poor washerwoman, and had to work very hard to get something
+for her three children to eat. So Dot had full liberty to go and come as
+she pleased. And it pleased her to play with her brothers. They
+generally went out near the water.
+
+One day Dot was digging in the sand with Ivan's little shovel. "Le's
+have that," said Ivan. "I want to use it now."
+
+"No. Dot wants it," replied the child stoutly.
+
+"Well, you can't have it. So hand it along."
+
+"Dot will have it," was her answer. Then she disappeared behind a large
+boat. Ivan ran after her, and, like Dot, came near running against a
+lady who sat on the sand with a book in her lap. She was talking to Dot.
+
+"Le's have my shovel," interrupted Ivan.
+
+"Give it to him, dear, and I will get you another," said the lady. Dot
+was charmed by the gentle voice, and gave up the shovel without a word.
+Dot saw the lady many times after that.
+
+[Illustration: DOT'S NEW FRIEND.]
+
+
+
+
+BRAVE HAL.
+
+
+"HERE I am, all right, little mother! I'll save you all," said brave
+Hal, as his head appeared at the window. He had been out to see how deep
+the water was.
+
+They were all alone in the old house by the river. Father was away, and
+the water was rising fast. What should they do? All depended on little
+Hal.
+
+"I'll take Annie first, she's so afraid. And you hold baby till I get
+the rest over."
+
+It was but a short distance to higher ground, but he had to step
+carefully. So it seemed a long time to the waiting mother before she saw
+him again.
+
+"Jamie this time, 'cause he's lame," Hal said when his wet face
+appeared. "Then he can see to the little ones."
+
+It was some trouble to get lame Jamie on Hal's back. But at last he too
+was safe beside little Annie. Then Jesse and Lida were carried by the
+same willing though tired arms.
+
+"Now, mother, let me take the baby, and you follow me." The little
+mother's face was pale, but she followed her brave boy, and soon they
+were all safe. Even then it was some trouble to guide the little party
+through the storm and darkness to the nearest neighbor. But Hal was
+brave to the end.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+AT THE SHORE.
+
+
+"EVERY one of us are here, Aunt Kate. Are you ready?"
+
+"Yes, Lizzie, all ready. Just as soon as the boat comes we will start.
+Where are the other girls?"
+
+"Out with Dan."
+
+"It's very kind of Azzie to amuse her little cousins so much. Agnes and
+Dan would be lonely here without her, I fear. And Amy had rather stay
+with Sister Azzie than any one else. That shows that Azzie is a good
+sister. I'm afraid my niece, Lizzie, is the least bit selfish. She
+doesn't like to help amuse her cousins very well."
+
+Lizzie pouted a little. She preferred to talk with Aunt Kate. But she
+wanted to please her aunt, so she resolved to follow her kind advice.
+
+They had a pleasant sail in the boat. And it was delightful eating lunch
+on the cliff which overlooked the bay. But best of all to Lizzie, was
+the story which Aunt Kate told while they sat on the grass after lunch.
+And Aunt Kate did not forget to say an encouraging word to Lizzie for
+doing her part so well through the day.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+LITTLE MOTHER HUBBARD.
+
+
+"I'M in here, Ruby," said Chester to his little sister, when he heard
+her call his name. "Well, what now? You look like a little old woman."
+
+"Pomp and I are going to take a walk."
+
+"If you were only dressed in old clothes, and Pomp was poor instead of
+sleek and fat, you would do for a Mother Hubbard. I guess if your
+cupboard was almost bare, however, you'd share your last crust with
+Pomp; wouldn't you, sis?"
+
+"Of course, Chester, when Pomp saved my life when I was a baby."
+
+"Why, Ruby, you seem only a big baby to me now. Or else you are the real
+Mother Hubbard come to life again in a new style. Which is it--which
+shall I call you, my big baby or my little Mother Hubbard?"
+
+"Mother Hubbard, for I ain't a baby."
+
+"Mother Hubbard it shall be then. Remember this, Ruby, when I'm miles
+away. I hear the stage now. So give me a kiss before I go."
+
+Ruby gave her brother many kisses, and then stood and waved her
+handkerchief till he was out of sight. And then she sat down and cried a
+little and talked a good deal to her old friend Pomp.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+NEW EYES.
+
+
+"ONLY see my dolly's eyes," said Dell to her twin sister Dora. "Wish we
+could get some new ones put it. Let's go and ask Mr. Thomas."
+
+"Yes, we will. We'll go right off now." So Dora and Dell took their
+dolls and went over to see Mr. Thomas. His paints and brushes we all out
+of doors when pleasant. When a rainy day came they were under cover. But
+they were not in a shop then. They were under a great boat.
+
+It was a pleasant day when Dora and Dell took their dolls to be mended.
+So they found Mr. Thomas sitting out of doors in his shirt sleeves. He
+was an old sailor. He liked to be where he could see the water all the
+time.
+
+Mr. Thomas liked children, especially little girls, so he was very
+willing to mend their dolls.
+
+"What color do you want the eyes?" asked Mr. Thomas, after fixing in
+some round beads.
+
+"Blue," answered Dell.
+
+"Mine blue, too," added Dora. "We always have everything just alike."
+
+"There, now they can see just as well as ever."
+
+"Thank you ever so much!" exclaimed both girls at once.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+ROSE AND THE LITTLE BEGGAR.
+
+
+ROSE was out in the garden with mamma. Rose ran here and there,
+gathering the prettiest flowers to make into a bouquet for her. Rose
+thought her mamma the loveliest and best mamma in the world. Nothing was
+too good for her.
+
+"O Mamma!" she cried breathlessly, running up after a long absence,
+"there's a poor girl--outside the fence--over by the rustic chair. She
+looks as though she wanted--something. She won't speak--Oh! come and see
+here, mamma!"
+
+"Poor child! Perhaps she is hungry," said mamma, rising quickly.
+
+They found the child still looking wistfully through the fence. "Would
+you like something to eat?" asked mamma kindly.
+
+The bareheaded and barefooted little girl looked up into the sweet face
+a moment, then said timidly, "Please, lady, give me some flowers."
+
+"I'll give her mine," whispered Rose.
+
+With a hurried, "Thanks, lady," she took the flowers and ran swiftly
+away before another question could be asked.
+
+"I wish I knew where she lived," said Rose.
+
+"I will inquire. We may be able to help her."
+
+[Illustration: ROSE AND THE LITTLE BEGGAR.]
+
+
+
+
+OLD CHARLIE RUNS.
+
+
+SEE old Charlie run. Do you suppose he is afraid of the children or the
+constables? You see old Charlie gets into mischief sometimes when papa
+is away. He gets into the garden where there are a few young fruit
+trees. Old Charlie likes apples and pears. So papa told Neddie he must
+watch, and if old Charlie got into the garden he must drive him out.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+One day old Charlie thought he wouldn't mind such a little boy. Then
+Neddie asked Bess and little Effie to help. Each took a cornstalk. How
+old Charlie ran when he saw them coming.
+
+[Illustration: SOLID COMFORT.]
+
+    Out of the wild north-east
+      The snow comes fly-ing;
+    O-ver our chim-ney tops
+      The wind goes sigh-ing.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    Up, lag-gard birds, a-way,
+      On swift wings go-ing,
+    To where, on south-ern hills,
+    A-far from win-ter's chills,
+      Soft winds are blow-ing.
+
+
+
+
+POLLY AND HER DEAD BIRD.
+
+
+Some one gave lit-tle Pol-ly a bird. It sang all day long, and made the
+nurs-er-y ring with its mer-ry notes. Pol-ly was so fond of it, and
+al-ways fed it her-self. One day when the children had come in from a
+walk, they found the bird dead in its cage. A wick-ed cat had killed it.
+The chil-dren all cried a great deal; and they bur-ied it in a small
+white box in the garden, and plant-ed flow-ers o-ver the grave.
+
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+
+
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+
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+go-ing to roast their po-ta-toes; and this is the way they did it. They
+dug a shal-low hole, put them in, cov-ered them with dirt, and then
+built a fire a-bove them. They were ver-y good when they were cooked, I
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+
+
+
+
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+[Illustration]
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