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+*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 42159 ***
+
+THE
+
+NURSERY
+
+_A Monthly Magazine_
+
+FOR YOUNGEST READERS.
+
+VOLUME XXX.--No. 4.
+
+    BOSTON:
+    THE NURSERY PUBLISHING COMPANY,
+    NO. 36 BROMFIELD STREET.
+    1881.
+
+
+
+
+    Entered according to act of Congress, in the year 1881, by
+    THE NURSERY PUBLISHING COMPANY,
+    In the Office of the Librarian of Congress at Washington.
+
+[Illustration: JOHN WILSON & SON UNIVERSITY PRESS]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Contents.]
+
+
+IN PROSE.
+
+                                                PAGE
+    Edith and the Chickens                       291
+    How the Old Sparrow helped the Young One     293
+    Home, Sweet Home                             294
+    The little Sailor                            297
+    So Tired                                     301
+    Drawing-Lesson                               305
+    The Doll that Fanny Found                    306
+    All True                                     308
+    The Strange Man                              310
+    A Knowing Dog                                311
+    The Starling                                 313
+    Daisies and Clover                           314
+    Helping Mother                               316
+
+
+IN VERSE.
+
+    Popping Corn                                 290
+    In School and Out                            296
+    The Crickets' Sociable                       299
+    Lessons                                      302
+    On the Way to Slumberland                    309
+    Mother's Caller                              312
+    Curly-Head and Inquisitive Ned               315
+    The Squirrel                                 318
+    Roly-Poly (_with music_)                     320
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: POPPING CORN.
+
+VOL. XXX.--NO. 4.]
+
+
+
+
+POPPING CORN.
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    POUR the nice corn
+      Out of the bowl,
+    Into the popper,
+      Over the coal,--
+    The bright glowing coal.
+
+    Shake now, for your life,
+      The fine golden grain;
+    Now listen! what strife
+      Goes on there amain!
+
+    Hear it! Pop, pop!
+      Pop, pop! Pop, pop!
+    Now the popper is full,
+      The shaking must stop.
+
+    Bring the dish, little Rosie,
+      Come, Jamie and Josie,
+    And out we will pour
+      Our nice puffy store.
+
+    So crisp and so light,
+      So tender and white!
+    What were beads of gold
+      When put in the hopper,
+    Into flowers unfold,--
+      O magical popper!
+
+                     CAROLINE DEE.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+EDITH AND THE CHICKENS.
+
+
+"OH, tie on my hat quick, dear mamma, please," called Edith Gray,
+running up stairs as fast as her little feet would carry her; "for
+grandma says I may go with her to see the chickens."
+
+Edith was four years old, and had come the day before, for the first
+time in her life, to stay on a large farm. She had never seen young
+chickens, except in picture-books: so you can imagine how pleased she
+was at the thought of seeing real live ones.
+
+She was soon in the farmyard, and after feeding the little things with
+meal and water,--hasty-pudding she called it,--she seemed to long so to
+pet them, that her kind grandmother said, "Well, dear, hold up your
+apron, and I will put some of the chickens in; but you must handle them
+very gently."
+
+Edith was delighted, and begged to carry them into the house for mamma
+to see. Old mother-hen, who was busy scratching for the rest of her
+brood, did not at first notice what was going on. But, when she saw
+Edith walking off with some of her darlings, she began to spread her
+wings, and puff out her feathers, and scold in hen fashion.
+
+Then the tall old rooster straightened himself up and looked down at
+her, as much as to say, "What a goose you are to make such a fuss! The
+little girl will bring your chicks back all safe."
+
+And so she did; and the next day, when she picked them up and petted
+them again, Mrs. Hen did not say a word, but seemed quite pleased and
+proud.
+
+                                               AUNT SUSAN.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+HOW THE OLD SPARROW HELPED THE YOUNG ONE.
+
+
+AN unfledged sparrow, not strong enough to fly far, had fallen into the
+area of a city basement.
+
+The poor little bird was wasting its strength in vain attempts to get
+out of its prison, while its mother looked down in alarm, and tried her
+best to cheer and aid her child.
+
+At last the old bird flew away. "Can it be," I thought, "that she is
+going to desert her little one?" No indeed! She had only hit upon a new
+plan.
+
+Back she soon came with a stout straw in her beak. Perching on an iron
+bar which crossed the area about a foot below the level of the street,
+she passed one end of the straw to the little captive below.
+
+The nestling took the offered straw in its beak and clung to it, while
+the mother, holding fast to the other end, flew up to the street. Thus,
+with some aid from its own wings, the little bird was able to gain a
+foothold on the iron bar.
+
+From this point, one more pull by the old bird helped it to reach the
+pavement, where it fluttered away with its delighted mother.
+
+                                              UNCLE CHARLES.
+
+
+
+
+HOME, SWEET HOME.
+
+
+"HOW real jolly it seems to be back in our own parlor again!" said
+Willie Morton, making a flying leap over an ottoman as he spoke.
+
+With his elder brother he had been away at school for a year, while his
+mother and sisters were travelling abroad. This was the first evening
+that they were all together again.
+
+"Come, sister Annie," Willie continued, "sing 'Home, sweet home!'
+Charlie can play it on the flute."
+
+So Annie took her place at the piano; their mother seated herself to
+listen, with little Amy on her lap; and Charlie produced his flute. They
+were soon singing the old familiar song with all their hearts, Willie's
+voice loudest of all.
+
+When this song was ended, he proposed singing "The star-spangled
+banner," "because," as he said to his sister, "you ought to rejoice to
+be under the old flag again."
+
+[Illustration]
+
+The singing over, the excited boy roused up his little sister, who had
+almost fallen asleep in her mother's lap, and whirled her round in what
+he called a waltz, till his mother said it was quite time to dance off
+to bed.
+
+The last sound heard as he ran up stairs was, "Hurrah! there's no place
+like home!"
+
+                                              IDA FAY.
+
+
+
+
+IN SCHOOL AND OUT.
+
+
+    SCHOOL-TIME is coming again;
+    "So much the better!" says Jane,
+    And off, with her satchel and slate,
+    She starts, for she scorns to be late.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    But ragged and barefooted Meg
+    Does nothing but wander and beg.
+    Oh, why does she not go to school?
+    Poor child! She's by no means a fool.
+
+                                   X. Y. Z.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+THE LITTLE SAILOR.
+
+
+I HAD just finished reading the last number of "The Nursery" to my
+little six-year-old boy. "Read it all over again, mamma," he said. "Why
+don't the 'Nurseries' come oftener, so you could read me a new story
+every minute?"
+
+What a silly question, wasn't it? But I didn't tell him it was silly. I
+sang the frog-song over again with a good many croaks and kerchugs to
+make it lively; then we all made ready--the two aunts, papa, my little
+boy, and myself--to go out sailing in the harbor.
+
+Did any of your "Nursery" readers ever take a sail in Captain Burdette's
+sail-boat "Fearless" on the smooth water at Nantucket? Well, if you did,
+didn't you have a jolly time? And, if you didn't, do try it some day
+when the wind blows just enough to fill the white sail.
+
+We had a merry party, and our little boy was so full of play, that he
+dragged the boat-broom in the wake of the boat. Then he tried to stand
+on the forward-deck, and hold on by the mast. But the wind shifted a
+little, and the sail turned about so suddenly, that it came near pushing
+him into the water.
+
+So papa ordered him into the stern, where the ladies were, and gave him
+permission to take hold of the tiller, and help steer the boat. He
+helped turn her toward the jetty which the government is building to
+make the water deeper, so that large ships may sail safely into the
+harbor.
+
+Just as we made the turn, we saw another boat coming towards us. The
+tide was driving it swiftly along, and it bobbed up and down on the
+sparkling ripples. A little chap was standing on the bow, drying his wet
+bare legs in the sunshine. He seemed to be enjoying himself hugely, and
+paid no attention to our party.
+
+He had a dark mantle thrown over his white vest, and was straight and
+slim like a naval cadet. By and by he gave his tail a little shake,
+lifted his two wings, and took himself off the water-soaked stick he had
+used for a sail-boat. Then he went screaming with his mates high up in
+the air.
+
+I dare say you know by this time that I am talking about a
+sea-gull,--one of those birds which fly in such numbers about the
+seacoasts. My little boy wished he could fly like a gull, but thought it
+wouldn't be wise to be always hungry for a fish-dinner, as those who
+study their habits say sea-gulls always are.
+
+                                              MRS. G. I. HOPKINS.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+THE CRICKETS' SOCIABLE.
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    EACH cricket was invited, 'twas after twelve at night;
+    The fire was burning brightly, and not a puss in sight,
+    When out popped twenty couples, all chirping loud and clear:
+    The moon peeped in the window, as if it paused to hear.
+
+    The band stood on a table,--a fiddle and a harp;
+    The former was a trifle flat, the latter rather sharp:
+    But, oh the jolly dancing, the capers queer and gay!
+    Why, pigeon-wings were nothing, and double-shuffles, play.
+
+    The belles reclined in corners, and chatted to the beaux,
+    Who looked so neat and graceful, each turning out his toes;
+    And all the daddy-crickets were happy as could be,
+    Their little baby-crickets they dandled on their knee.
+
+    A Daddy Longlegs handed a lady out to dance,--
+    'Twas said he was a baron,--quite modest was her glance;
+    He kissed her hand politely, his style they all admired;
+    He bowed to her sedately; she courtesied and retired.
+
+    A dozen tiny crickets then tried a minuet,
+    And many other dances whose names you would forget.
+    The fiddler scraped up louder, a mouse peeped out to see;
+    But laughed his head off nearly to mark such jollity!
+
+    The supper, oh, that supper! From brimming cups of dew
+    They sipped, and luscious goodies were spread out,--not a few.
+    They handed round in slices a dainty Christmas cake
+    That very much resembled a tiny snowy flake.
+
+    They didn't stop till morning; they heard a rooster crow,
+    And then the merry fiddler put away his bow;
+    And twenty jolly couples with weary legs retire
+    As Bridget pops in lively to make the kitchen-fire.
+
+                                          GEORGE COOPER.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+SO TIRED!
+
+
+NELLY was a bright, happy little girl. Her home was in the country; and
+in summer, as soon as the birds began to sing, her eyes were wide open,
+and she was ready to jump and play and sing too.
+
+Then, as soon as she was nicely bathed and dressed, and her curly hair
+tied with a pretty ribbon, away she would go out of doors, to gather
+flowers, or feed the chickens, or play with the kitten.
+
+After breakfast she would go into the field where the hay was making,
+and help with her own little rake to toss and spread it. But at eleven
+o'clock her mother would call her in, put on her cool night-dress, and
+lay her in her crib for a nap, and by that time the little girl was
+usually tired enough to be glad to go to sleep.
+
+But one day she was having such a nice time with some little cousins
+who had come to play with her, that, when her mother called her in for
+her nap, she said, "Oh, please, mamma, don't make me go to sleep to-day;
+I'm not a bit sleepy. See how wide open my eyes are!"
+
+Her mother laughed and said, "Well, darling, we'll try it this once, but
+I'm afraid you will be tired before night."
+
+"Oh, no! mamma, I shall not be tired, I know, because I am having such a
+good time."
+
+So she played on merrily until her dinner at one o'clock, and, as soon
+as that was over, she was off again for another frolic. By and by she
+came in, looking very weary, and said, "I don't want to play out any
+more, mamma: I think it's time for my supper."
+
+Now it was not yet five o'clock, and her usual supper hour was half-past
+six. But her mamma at once put some nice bread and butter on the table
+and her mug of milk, and left her to eat it, while she went to speak to
+a friend.
+
+When she came back soon after, Miss Nelly had pushed back her plate,
+upset her mug, laid down her apron, dropped her head on her chubby arm,
+and gone fast asleep.
+
+The next day when mamma called her for her nap, she ran quickly, saying,
+"All ready, mamma, because I was so tired yesterday."
+
+                                              JANE OLIVER.
+
+
+
+
+LESSONS.
+
+
+AUNT LIZZIE.
+
+    OUT in the sunny garden-plot,
+      Among the blossoms gay,
+    The lilies and the four-o'clocks,
+      What have you learned to-day?
+
+
+ALFRED.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    Loud humming in a hollyhock,
+      I heard a little bee:
+    He filled his yellow thighs with wax,
+      And this he taught to me:
+    "Short time have I to honey win;
+    Short time have you to study in;
+    Soon life and summer glide away:
+    We must keep busy every day."
+
+
+BESSY.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    And on a purple candytuft
+      I saw a butterfly:
+    It waved its red-and-yellow wings,
+      And said, "A worm was I:
+    Be cheerful whatso'er befall,
+    And hope to soar when forced to crawl."
+
+
+CHARLEY.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    Among some morning-glories set
+    There grew the fragrant mignonette:
+    It said to me, "A winning grace
+    A kind heart lends the plainest face:
+    Who would my simple blossom choose
+    Should I my pleasant perfume lose?"
+
+
+DORA.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    Upon a green sweetbrier bough,
+      A pleasant, shady place,
+    All hung with dew, like gems, I found
+      A web of silver lace;
+    And on it, with its many eyes,
+    I saw a spider watching flies,
+    Who taught me this: "One must beware;
+    The fairest thing may prove a snare."
+
+
+AUNT.
+
+    Four useful lessons you have learned
+      This happy summer hour,
+    Taught by a bee, a butterfly,
+      A spider, and a flower.
+
+                         MARIAN DOUGLAS.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: DRAWING-LESSON.
+
+VOL. XXX.--NO. 4.]
+
+
+
+
+THE DOLL THAT FANNY FOUND.
+
+
+FANNY went to spend her vacation with her grandma, who lived in the
+country. For a whole week every day was pleasant, and she had a lovely
+time.
+
+She picked berries for grandma to make pies. She drove the cows home
+from the pasture every night. She rode into the fields in the hay-cart,
+and came home on the big loads of hay. She fed the chickens, and played
+with the kittens. But at last there came a rainy day.
+
+Fanny heard the rain pattering on the window the first thing when she
+awoke in the morning. As soon as grandma opened the door to call her,
+she cried out: "O grandma! see how it rains! What shall I do to-day?"
+
+"You can stay in the house with me," said grandma; "I have not seen much
+of my little girl yet."
+
+"Well, you must tell me what to do," said Fanny.
+
+"You can go up in the garret and play. There is where your mother and
+aunt Sarah used to spend a good many rainy days," said grandma.
+
+So, after breakfast, Fanny went into the attic. The attic was a very
+large room, containing old spinning-wheels, chests, boxes, and many
+other things--such as are always found in attics.
+
+"Now for a grand rummage!" said Fanny, and she began to look over the
+boxes and chests to see what she could find. In some of the boxes there
+were books and papers. In one of them there were old dresses and
+bonnets. Fanny pulled the things out of this box, one after another, and
+as she reached the bottom, she cried, "Oh, what have I found! what have
+I found!"
+
+It was a large old-fashioned rag-baby almost as large as a real baby a
+few weeks old. Its face and clothes were soiled and faded; its cap was
+torn and yellow; and it had but one shoe: but the little girl was
+delighted with it.
+
+She had a number of handsome dolls at home; but she had never seen one
+like this before.
+
+"How nice and soft it is to hold!" said Fanny. "I must go right down and
+show it to grandma, and ask her all about it."
+
+[Illustration]
+
+She found grandma in the milk-room, churning cream. "See what I have
+found, grandma," said Fanny, holding the baby up before her. "Now do
+tell me whose baby this is."
+
+"Oh," said grandma, laughing, "I made that doll for your mother when she
+was a little girl. I remember how pleased she was with it. She named it
+Sally."
+
+"I think old Sally is splendid, and I am going to play with her all the
+time I am here," said Fanny.
+
+All the rest of her vacation, Sally was Fanny's pet and plaything. She
+made new clothes for her, took her out to walk and ride every day, and
+put her to bed every night.
+
+In the picture you may see Fanny and Sally out in the fields together.
+
+                                              M. M. HATHAWAY.
+
+
+
+
+ALL TRUE.
+
+
+MRS. F., a lady living not far from Boston, has a bantam hen, who, every
+spring morning, walks into the house, and lays an egg in a
+rocking-chair.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+After laying the egg, Mrs. Bantam jumps up on the window-seat and says
+"Cut, cut, cut, cut-ah-cut!"
+
+A turkey belonging to this same lady, who is very fond of pets, once
+came off her nest with one poor little fledgeling; a duck appeared,
+about the same time, with only one duckling; and, strangely enough, a
+hen was roaming about with one solitary chicken.
+
+Mrs. F. thought that the three young ones might as well make one family:
+so she put the young turkey and the duckling with the hen, and Mistress
+Biddy took care of them with her own chicken, just as though she were
+the true mother of them all.
+
+Mrs. F. used to take all three up in her lap and feed them. When put
+down, the turkey and the duckling would stretch their long necks up,
+looking wistfully at her, as if coaxing her to take them up again. But
+the chicken did not seem to care about being petted.
+
+                                              AUNT SUE.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+ON THE WAY TO SLUMBER-LAND.
+
+
+    DEAR little Lily, in night-gown white,
+    Her precious old dolly holding tight,
+    Looks back, as she goes, to say
+        "Papa, good-night!"
+
+                             S. O. C.
+
+
+
+
+THE STRANGE MAN.
+
+
+THIS little girl thinks she sees a strange man in the cornfield. He is
+very tall, and has long black hair. She clasps her hands in wonder. She
+goes up to the man; but he does not even bow to her.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Why, it is only a scarecrow! If the little girl had been a crow, I think
+she could not have been more scared. But she will have a good laugh now
+to make up for it. A pole with a hat on it can't deceive such bright
+eyes as hers.
+
+                                              S. O. J.
+
+
+
+
+A KNOWING DOG.
+
+
+ETHEL is never tired of talking about her dog Flash. One of his
+accomplishments, she tells me, is his graceful way of setting the table.
+
+When it is time for Flash to have his dinner, his master says, "Flash,
+bring the table-cloth!"
+
+Off he runs to the newspaper-rack, gets a paper, and lays it at his
+master's feet. "Spread it out!" is the next command.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Quickly he opens the paper to its full extent, and places it on the
+floor carefully. He waits patiently for the bones that are to reward his
+obedience. When they have been put on the clean "table-cloth," he begins
+his nice feast. Dinner over, Flash picks up the paper cloth, and carries
+it out of the room for the cook to burn.
+
+Ethel says that Flash can tell time; for at just such a minute every
+day, the dog comes to his master, sits up straight, with his front paws
+drooping gracefully, and asks, in his dumb way, for something to eat.
+And when the time comes for his master to go down town to business,
+Flash is sure to give him a hint; for Flash is very punctual, you see,
+and does not approve of delay.
+
+One day Flash brought an intimate friend, a red setter, and introduced
+him to his master. Flash stood wagging his tail, while the caller was
+politely caressed. Then the two dogs trotted off together, and Flash's
+playmate had a new name to put on his visiting list.
+
+                                              GEORGE T. PACKARD.
+
+
+
+
+MOTHER'S CALLER.
+
+
+    "RAT-TAT-TAT upon the door; pray who can it be?
+    Such a funny lady never did I see.
+    Such a hat upon her head,--far too large a size,--
+    Such a mass of tangled curls hanging in her eyes!
+
+    "Do come in, my lady small, here's the rocking-chair:
+    Taking out your family for the morning air?
+    This child fell and hurt her head? that was very sad:
+    Other dolly broke her arm? wasn't it too bad?
+
+    "What, not going! Stay awhile, it is early yet:
+    Come and see me soon again; now, do not forget.
+    Ah! I've seen that face before, dimples, curls, and all,--
+    'Tis my own clear little girl come to make a call."
+
+                                             RUTH REVERE.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+THE STARLING.
+
+
+THIS handsome and sprightly bird is very common in Europe. It is about
+eight inches long, of a rich black color spotted with buff. When caged
+young, and tamed, it may be taught to say a few words and to whistle
+short tunes.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+A starling owned by a lady in Germany, was in the habit of perching on
+the cow's head. There he would sit between her horns, busily cleaning
+his feathers. The cow did not notice him until he began to walk down her
+broad forehead. Then she felt his sharp claws and shook her head to
+drive him away; but he only flew back to his former place, and sat
+there, singing joyously.
+
+                                      L. E. H., from the German.
+
+
+
+
+DAISIES AND CLOVER.
+
+
+PATTY was taking a stroll in the pasture, plucking daisies as she went
+along. Suddenly she stopped, and seemed to be intent upon something in
+the grass.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+"Do you see a snake, Patty?" said her cousin Paul, coming softly up
+behind her.
+
+"Oh, no!" answered Patty, "I was only trying to find something."
+
+"Trying to find something!" said Paul. "What in the world can it be?"
+
+"Guess, if you can."
+
+"Well," said Paul, "I guess it's a gold dollar."
+
+"No such thing."
+
+"Then it must be a pearl."
+
+"No."
+
+"An ear-ring?"
+
+"No, I don't wear ear-rings."
+
+"A hairpin?"
+
+"No indeed! you saucy boy."
+
+"Dear me! Then I shall have to give it up. Can't rack my brains any
+more. The strain is too great."
+
+[Illustration]
+
+"What a bright boy you are at guessing! You shall have this bunch of
+daisies as a reward of merit. Are they not pretty? Don't despise them
+because they are weeds. Now I will tell you what I am looking for. I
+want very much to find a----"
+
+"Stop a minute," said Paul, "I have it." And he stooped down, and
+plucked a four-leaved clover.
+
+"That's the very thing," said Patty.
+
+"Good luck to you!" said Paul, handing her the clover with a graceful
+bow.
+
+                                              ANNA LIVINGSTON.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+CURLY-HEAD AND INQUISITIVE NED.
+
+
+    "WHAT have you in your basket,
+          Curly-head?"
+    "Though 'tis not polite to ask it,
+          I've some bread."
+
+    "Where do you go with your basket?
+            Who's in need?"
+    "Though 'tis not polite to ask it,
+            Swans I feed."
+
+    "Will they eat what's in the basket,
+            All of it?"
+    "Though 'tis not polite to ask it,
+            Every bit."
+
+    "Where, when empty is your basket,
+            Go you then?"
+    "Though 'tis not polite to ask it,
+            Home again."
+
+                                  E.
+
+
+
+
+HELPING MOTHER.
+
+
+WHAT is little Susan doing with that big water-bucket? It is a heavy
+load for her, and she tugs at it with a right good will.
+
+If the water does not all leak out before she gets into the kitchen, she
+will fill the teakettle. She is trying to make herself useful, you see.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+With that cap on her head, and that long apron, she fancies herself
+quite grown up, and able to do Bridget's work.
+
+She thinks she is helping mother. But, when her mother sees the water
+spilt about the well, I think she will say that the little girl has only
+been doing mischief.
+
+                                                  A. B. C.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+THE SQUIRREL.
+
+
+    ONCE upon a time a squirrel
+      Scampered quickly up a tree;
+    There he sat, and from the branches
+      Chattered gayly unto me.
+
+    "I am Mr. Brownie Squirrel,
+      And my home is in the ground:
+    There I live; but in this nut-tree
+      Oftener I may be found.
+
+    "Long before the bright sun rises,
+      Here to gather nuts I roam:
+    They'll be needed in the winter
+      By my little ones at home.
+
+    "For when shrill the north wind whistles
+      Through these branches black and bare,
+    When the nuts and leaves have vanished,
+      And the snow fills all the air--
+
+    "Then, to pay me for my trouble,
+      I'll have plenty and to spare.
+    Safe at home I'll pass the winter,
+      Little for the storm I'll care.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    "That reminds me I am idle;
+      While I'm talking here to you.
+    Why, dear me! how dark it's growing!
+      And I still have work to do."
+
+    Throwing then a nutshell at me,
+      Winking with his eyes so bright,
+    Off he scampered through the branches,
+      Where he soon was lost to sight.
+
+    Grandma heard about the squirrel,
+      Straightway then did grandma make
+    Many little squirrels like it,--
+      Only hers were made of cake!
+
+                                  AUNTY GAY.
+
+
+
+
+ROLY-POLY.
+
+    Words by OLIVE A. WADSWORTH.      Music by T. CRAMPTON.
+
+[Illustration: Music]
+
+
+    1. Roly-Poly is three years old;
+       Yes, three years old and a trifle over;
+       Roly-Poly is round as a ball,
+       As jolly as larks, and sweet as clover.
+       Roly-Poly has stars for eyes,
+       A heavenly chin with a dimple in it;
+       Peaches for cheeks, the bud of a nose,
+       And a tongue that is never still a minute.
+
+    2. Roly-Poly's a business man;
+       He rides to market on Grandpa's cane;
+       He orders breakfast of peppermint drops,
+       Then gallops his pony home again.
+       Roly-Poly rules everything;
+       His father and mother are captives wholly;
+       Sisters must yield to such a king,
+       Who will make all obey him, Roly-Poly.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Transcriber's Notes: Obvious punctuation errors repaired.
+
+The original text for the July issue had a table of contents that
+spanned six issues. This was divided amongst those issues.
+
+Additionally, only the July issue had a title page. This page was copied
+for the remaining five issues. Each issue had the number added on the
+title page after the Volume number.
+
+
+
+
+
+End of Project Gutenberg's The Nursery, October 1881, Vol. XXX, by Various
+
+*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 42159 ***