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+*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 45388 ***
+
+[Illustration: 0001]
+
+[Illustration: 0006]
+
+[Illustration: 0007]
+
+
+
+TOOTS AND HIS FRIENDS
+
+By Kate Tannatt Woods
+
+Author Of "Twice Two," "Six Little Rebels," "Doctor Dick,"
+"Out And About," Etc.
+
+Illustrated
+
+Cassell & Company, Limited New York, London And Paris
+
+1883
+
+[Illustration: 0009]
+
+[Illustration: 0010]
+
+
+
+
+HOW TOOTS WENT TO BED.
+
+OOTS is our baby. He is a queer one too; up early, and always in dread
+of bed-time. One morning, not long ago, we heard him singing, and on
+looking for him, found the little rogue in the very middle of our best
+bed in the guest chamber, where he was playing hand-organ with a long
+hairpin put through the pretty pillow covers which had just come home
+from the laundry. There he sat singing a droll medley of "Uncle Ned,"
+"Blessed Desus," and "Down in the Coal Mine." He had been watching two
+soldiers with a hand-organ, and Toots likes to do everything he sees
+done. While we were putting the guest-room in order, Toots marched out
+as a blind man, with his eyes shut and a cane in his hand. This brought
+him to grief, for he was picked up at the foot of the stairs with two
+large bumps on his pretty white brow. Toots was quiet then for a little
+while, a very little while, for as soon as we decided that his bones
+were all sound and a doctor need not be called, he "played sick," and
+asked for "shicken brof" and toast.
+
+One night mamma was imprudent, for she said to a visitor, who was
+praising the little fellow, "Oh, yes, Toots is always lovely and gentle
+at bed-time." That very night while mamma was resting on the lounge, and
+her friend was chatting, both ladies heard a mysterious clicking. "It
+can't be Toots," said mamma; "his eyes were closed when I left him."
+Then the clicking came again louder than ever, and suddenly a crash as
+of breaking glass. Mamma sprang up at once, and there was Toots seated
+on a bath-tub driving for dear life with two of his best sashes for
+reins. He had fastened one on each side of the mirror, and in his
+eagerness to drive fast, had tumbled down toilet-bottles, cushions, and
+all the pretty things his mamma loved to see. Toots was playing circus.
+Barnum had been in town the day before, and Toots had made a grand
+procession with chairs, books, bottles, pictures, and everything his
+little hands could reach. Such a happy, beaming face was never seen
+before. "Why, Toots, I thought you were asleep," said mamma. "No, I hab
+too much to do, my 'cession is coming up street fast."
+
+When he was quite small, Toots used to spend hours in the garden safely
+fastened into the standing stool which his grandpa had when a little
+boy. The little fellow's face was so bright, and his large eyes so full
+of innocent fun, that no one could be angry with Toots even when he did
+very strange and unexpected things.
+
+[Illustration: 0013]
+
+
+
+
+TOOTS AT THE KINDERGARTEN.
+
+|WHEN Toots was old enough to enter a little school, his mamma said he
+must go to a Kindergarten, which, you all know, is a delightful place
+for all children. Our good German friends first thought of it for their
+little people, and here in America we have found it an excellent fashion
+to follow. Block building, song singing, and drawing with pretty things
+in needlework, and forms in clay, not only teach the children to think
+but to do, and good thinking must always come before well doing, Toots'
+mamma knew a kind German lady who understood teaching the little ones,
+and after some delay a school was opened and Toots was a pupil. He cried
+hard at first. He was afraid of strangers, and he dreaded to speak aloud
+before them, although he was such a rogue at home. His mamma bought him
+a pretty lunch basket and put in it some little cakes for his lunch, and
+then they rode away in the horse car to the schoolroom. After the first
+day Toots was always ready to go. "It is only play," he said. But it
+was more than play, for every night Toots had something new to tell;
+sometimes he had watered the plants in the school-room, sometimes he
+talked of cubes and triangles, sometimes he sang a little song. Toots
+was learning without knowing it, and all the time he was very happy. No
+one was allowed to say a naughty word, no one was ever rude or unkind,
+and all the little eyes and hands were trained.
+
+[Illustration: 0016]
+
+When Toots told his grandma about the seed germ of a plant and how
+it grew she said, "Ah, I wish I could have gone to such a school; the
+children are very fortunate now a days." One day Toots brought his
+grandma a pretty book-mark he had worked, and he could tell the names of
+all the colors in it and the names of the stitches. Such pretty things
+as he made in clay, such dainty shapes and forms, it really was quite
+wonderful to see them and hear the little fellow in kilt skirts talk
+about them. One day Toots did not come home from the Kindergarten as
+usual. His favorite car driver shook his head as he passed the house.
+Toots had not come out to ride home with him. Grandma was much worried.
+"Never mind," said mamma, "he is quite safe, perhaps they are all out
+for walk, or studying the trees or flowers in the garden; he will come
+in the next car, for his teacher always puts him on herself." When the
+next car came, there was the little boy, smiling and happy. The children
+had taken a long walk with their teacher, and when they returned Toots
+had fallen asleep, so the kind teacher would not disturb him, and the
+little fellow was well rested.
+
+After dinner he had a long story to tell about the lungs of plants
+and the edges of leaves, which were like little saws, and a pretty
+pitcher-plant he had seen. When his story was complete he added, "All my
+children shall go to a Kindergarten, for it is the nicest place in the
+world 'cept mamma's room."
+
+
+
+
+THE HAPPY HOUR.
+
+[Illustration: 9018]
+
+VERY night just before bedtime Toots and his mamma had a happy hour
+together.
+
+Sometimes a friend or two would share the pleasures of this evening
+hour, and Toots enjoyed it much more if Bessie or Flossie, or some of
+his mates, could hear mamma's stories or verses written expressly for
+children. When Toots was quite small he was rude enough one day to
+strike his nurse, and after mamma had heard all the story, she read
+these lines about
+
+
+JOHNNIE'S TROUBLES.
+
+``My mamma's sorry, now, she is;
+
+```I don' know what I'se done;
+
+``S'pec' she feels sorry jess bekause
+
+```I slapped old nurse like fun.=
+
+``Old nurse she digs and shates me too;
+
+```I wish I went to stool;
+
+``Teacher won't set me down so hard,
+
+```An' call me "little fool."=
+
+``She pinches awful! dess I know,
+
+```My arms is black an' blue;
+
+``She says she "hopes to do to Heaven
+
+```I hope I shan't do too.=
+
+``I don't like nurses--do you now?
+
+```Dey is dest as mean as dirls;
+
+``When I dits big I'll let'em know
+
+```Dey musn't pull my turls.=
+
+``My mamma she's real dood, she is;
+
+```On most the days I play
+
+``With her jess like she was a boy,
+
+```She hugs me every day.=
+
+``My mamma she don't stold me none,
+
+```I dess she don't know how;
+
+``But nurse, oh, my! she spoke so loud;
+
+```Hush, she is toming now!=
+
+``No, dat ain't nurse, an' ain't I glad?
+
+```I jess know what I'll do,
+
+``I'll do tell mamma I was bad,
+
+```An' I feel sorry too.=
+
+``I dess Dod made my mamma sure,
+
+```She is so sweet and nice;
+
+``But who made nurse, s'pose you know?
+
+```I'll ask my Drandma Rice.=
+
+[Illustration: 00290]
+
+
+
+
+ELFIE.
+
+[Illustration: 9021]
+
+MONG Toots' friends was a little girl whose name was Elfie. She lived
+just across the way, and her papa's garden joined that of Toots' mamma.
+There was a large gate, between the gardens, and the children went back
+and forth in the summer. They seldom quarrelled, and both children were
+glad to share their playthings. When Toots had the scarlet fever and
+was shut up in a room with his mamma and nurse, Elfie cried to have the
+fever too, so she could see him. It was summer time when Toots was sick,
+and sometimes when he was tired and restless he would moan so Elfie
+could hear him in the garden. One day when it was very warm and every
+one was tired and cross, Auntie bathed Elfie and put her on the bed, but
+she did not stay there long; she began to think of Toots--how warm he
+must be, how tired of the bed and that ugly dark room. Suddenly Elfie
+remembered that people used to bring her mamma pretty flowers when she
+was ill.
+
+[Illustration: 0022]
+
+Perhaps she might carry Toots some flowers; her auntie was fast asleep
+and the nurse was out. Yes, she would go into the garden and get the
+prettiest flowers there for poor Toots. She had no shoes--auntie had put
+them away--and no stockings; but it would not matter; plenty of children
+never had shoes or stockings, and it could not hurt very much, for they
+could run.
+
+Just then a low moan was heard and that decided Elfie; she sprang up and
+ran down stairs; no one was in sight but Touser, and he was such a good
+dog, he only lapped her bare feet with his tongue, so little Elfie went
+into the garden and began to gather flowers.
+
+Presently she heard another moan from the sick-room, and she ran as fast
+as she could through the gate and up to the door. One of the servants
+was just coming out. "Why, little Elfie!" said she, "you will hurt those
+poor bare feet and you must not come here now, did any one send you?"
+
+"No, I runned away,'coz I wanted Toots to have some flowers, and I wish
+I could have the fever too, and be sick with him."
+
+"Poor child!" said the maid, "Master Toots shall have your flowers and
+he is better to-day, only the great heat makes him moan; wait here a bit
+until I send them up to his room and then I will take you home."
+
+The flowers were carried to the sick-room and Toots smiled when they
+told him what his little friend said. "Tell her not to wish for the
+fever," he said, "for I feel as if I were on fire, and there is no cool
+place in the bed; but when I am well again we will play together at the
+fountain and keep our store as we used to." Elfie was very happy when
+she heard this message, and after that she sent flowers to the sick boy
+every day.
+
+
+
+
+PAUL BROWN.
+
+[Illustration: 9024]
+
+HEN Toots first went to the Kindergarten he met there a little boy whose
+name was Paul Brown. He was a very bright little fellow, but he could
+not talk as well as Toots; some of his words were cut short and it
+sounded very cunning, for Paul did his best and the Kindergarten teacher
+told the boys and girls that no one could do better than his best. One
+day a little baby sister came to Paul's house and this is the story he
+told his grandpa when the old gentleman came in to see the stranger:
+
+PAUL'S REMARKS AT FOUR YEARS OF AGE.
+
+``"Fink I don't know what dat fing is,
+
+```All wrapped up in gwanma's lap?
+
+``I does; nurse told me so to-day,
+
+```It's my sisser tatin' a nap.
+
+``"She's only a piece of a day old now,
+
+```But she _looks_ like any fing;
+
+``Wight out of her great eyes all boo,
+
+```An', ganpa, she can sing:=
+
+``"There, don't you hear her, naughty dirl?
+
+``She skuled dat way--because
+
+``I feeled her foots, to see if 'em gowed
+
+```Like mine or pussy's claws.=
+
+``"Sissers ain't nice to sing dat way,
+
+```And gwanma holds her snug;
+
+``I wouldn't cuy if her holded me,
+
+```All up in dat pwetty rug.=
+
+``"Oh, yes, me knows, she's a sisser, she is,
+
+```An' I'm jess a boy, dat's all;
+
+``Sissers ain't dood for much, I fink,
+
+```Why, her couldn't hold my ball.=
+
+``"Dess if I was made a piece of a day,
+
+```I would know some more dan dat;
+
+``No, ganpa, sissers ain't dood for much,
+
+```I'll do and find my cat."=
+
+[Illustration: 0025]
+
+[Illustration: 0026]
+
+
+
+
+PAUL'S VIEWS AT EIGHT YEARS OF AGE.
+
+|WHEN Paul grew older and the little sister could go with him to school
+he changed his mind about her value. Sometimes, I am sorry to say, he
+led her into mischief, and once they were lost a whole day in the woods
+because Paul wanted to show her how the flowers grew and the trees sang,
+but after all the little girl made him a better boy as we shall see.=
+
+``What's that you say? "She's only a girl?"
+
+```Well, so much the better for that;
+
+``Her eyes are the prettiest I ever saw,
+
+```Just peep at them under her hat.=
+
+``She talks in the funniest broken way,
+
+```Just as I did once! Well, who cares?
+
+``I never could smile the way she does,
+
+```Or pit-a-pat on the stairs.=
+
+``I wonder at girls, I do, Jim Pool,
+
+```Let me try as hard as I will,
+
+``To put my feet down easy and soft,
+
+```They will pound and thump down still.=
+
+``And I never yet tried to close the door
+
+```As gentle as sister pan do,
+
+``That it doesn't go bang and shake the house,
+
+```"That's queer; it's just so with you."=
+
+[Illustration: 0028]
+
+``Well, Jim, we are boys, only boys you see,
+
+```And apt to be noisy and rough;
+
+``But my little sister, she just teaches me,
+
+```One look of her eyes is enough.=
+
+``I can't tell just why, but as true as you live,
+
+```I am better since she came here;
+
+``"She's only a girl!" Yes, I know, Jim Pool,
+
+```And I'm only a boy, that's clear.=
+
+``My mother was once a girl like her,
+
+```And she's just as good as gold;
+
+``What's that? oh, nonsense, I know, Jim Pool,
+
+```My mother won't ever "grow old."=
+
+``What's that? False hair and teeth for her?
+
+```Go home, Jim Pool, I won't play
+
+``With a boy who says my mother dear
+
+```Will ever be "ugly and gray."=
+
+``But never mind, Jim, you ain't to blame,
+
+```You've no sister or mother, you see;
+
+``If mine grows ugly, and wrinkled, and lame,
+
+```She will still be mother to me.=
+
+
+
+
+MAX THE MEDDLER.
+
+[Illustration: 9030]
+
+AX was not one of Toots' "really truly friends," so Toots said, but
+mamma and cousin Hattie were kind to Max. He needed friends badly. He
+had no mother, and his father was a cruel, wicked man. One day when
+Toots and his mother were spending the day with cousin Hattie, the
+latter said, "I have some very bad news to tell you. Some wicked boy has
+torn down my little bird-house which papa put in the maple tree for me,
+and my dear little birds have gone away."
+
+"How cruel!" said Toots.
+
+"Who could climb over your high wall?" asked his mamma.
+
+"I cannot guess," replied cousin Hattie, "but my roses are trampled, and
+papa says it must be a boy, as he measured the footsteps."
+
+"You had better watch for the thief, and, perhaps, we can coax him to
+behave better in future." Miss Hattie and the servants watched in vain
+for a week, but one day while the ladies were reading in the library the
+servant knocked to say that a queer-looking boy had just slid down the
+fence, and perhaps he was the thief.
+
+The ladies went out at once and found him. He looked ragged and
+neglected, but his face was a good one if it had only been clean and
+happy.
+
+"I am sorry you climbed over that way," said cousin Hattie; "whenever
+you would like to see my garden you shall come in if you will ring the
+bell." The boy looked very much ashamed. "Please tell me your name."
+
+"Max," was the brief reply.
+
+"It is a very nice name," said cousin Hattie. "Now Max, if you will come
+with me into the kitchen I will find some lunch for you." Max followed
+her in, but he could not eat much; the cook looked at him sharply.
+
+"I know him, miss," said she, "he is called Max the Meddler. He never
+lets a poor bird or cat have any rest where he is, and he is prying
+about everywhere. I am sure he took your bird-house."
+
+Cousin Hattie said, "Never mind, cook; he will never do it again;
+perhaps he will earn a new name and a better one." After he had eaten
+his lunch the young lady took him out into the garden and told him the
+story of her birds--how much she loved them, how her papa put up their
+house, and how sorry she was to have them disturbed. Max looked more
+than ever ashamed. At last he said: "I will never do so again, lady, and
+if you will let me come and work in your garden I will pay you for the
+little house, which I sold to another boy."
+
+[Illustration: 0032]
+
+
+
+
+OUR MAY.
+
+[Illustration: 9033]
+
+ITTLE MAY is Toots' own cousin, and one of the dearest little girls you
+ever knew!
+
+She is a tender-hearted child, and, like Toots, very fond of pets. Once
+on a cold winter day she found a poor little dead bird which the snow
+storm of the night before had killed. She brought it to cousin Toots,
+and together they buried it under a snowbank in the garden. One night
+during the "Happy Hour" May said "I wish you wrote some truly verses
+about me, dear auntie," and the very next night auntie did, and here
+they are:=
+
+``In the early summer light,
+
+``Trampling down the red and white,
+
+``Eating clover, sweet and fair,
+
+``Happy child with floating hair;
+
+``Not a thought of injured hay.
+
+```That's our darling,
+
+```That's our May.=
+
+``In the garret, on the stair,
+
+``Climbing haymows, everywhere;
+
+``Wearing glasses, teaching school,
+
+``Bringing dollies up by rule,
+
+``Working hard to call it play,
+
+```That's our darling,
+
+```That's our May.=
+
+[Illustration: 0034]
+
+``In the parlor, on the floor,
+
+``Looking all the pictures o'er;
+
+``Making fun of grave old books,
+
+``Searching into sacred nooks--
+
+``Always cheerful, always gay.
+
+```That's our darling,
+
+```That's our May.=
+
+``At the door, the first to see
+
+``Papa, as he comes to tea,
+
+``In his lap, with dancing eyes,
+
+``Searching pockets for a prize,
+
+``Asking "what you've done all day?"
+
+```That's our darling,
+
+```That's our May.=
+
+``In the chamber just at night,
+
+``Nestled in her gown of white;
+
+``Eyelids closed on cheeks of red,
+
+``Kneeling by her little bed,
+
+``Lisping "teach me how to pray."
+
+```That's our darling,
+
+```That's our May.=
+
+``Future woman, what maybe
+
+``Life with all its cares to thee?
+
+``Who shall say in after time,
+
+``Blessings on that head of thine?
+
+``Rich and good thy life we pray,
+
+```God's and ours,
+
+```Dear little May.=
+
+
+
+
+A BUBBLE PARTY.
+
+[Illustration: 9036]
+
+HEN Toots was four years old, his mamma thought she would let him have a
+birthday party. She wrote the invitations on the prettiest little
+paper, with funny frogs and dogs and cats in the corner, and each
+little envelope was made to match. Twenty-five pretty little notes to
+twenty-five dear little people, and every one came. No one else ever had
+such a party before. Large tables were covered with books and toys,
+all manner of games were waiting to be played, and in one corner of the
+children's play-room was a table with bowls, plates, and pipes, and all
+the children were invited to blow bubbles. Such fun as they had! Some
+blew large and some blew small, and those who laughed hard blew none at
+all. At last Toots and Robbie Mason began to see something in the soap
+bubble, "beautiful colors like the rainbow," said Toots.
+
+"More of them," said Robbie, and then all the children began to wonder.
+
+"What makes it?" asked Robbie, eagerly; "I wish I knew?"
+
+"I will tell you," said mamma. "When a ray of light is divided, as it
+always is when it reaches an object on which to rest, it has different
+colors, because each color has different powers and is refracted or
+turned from its course. Let us cast a ray of light on this piece
+of glass called a prism; now examine it closely, here we have seven
+colors--red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and violet The red is
+bent out of its course the least and it remains at the bottom; the blue
+is refracted most and goes to the top. Now blow a nice bubble, little
+Daisy, and I will explain the colors. You see the film is thicker
+in some places than in others, and that causes different powers of
+refraction or turning aside of the rays, and therefore, you observe
+different colors; as the soap bubble constantly changes its thickness,
+the rays vary or change also."
+
+"There isn't any soap in the real rainbow in the clouds, is there?"
+asked thoughtful Robbie.
+
+"Oh, no; when the clouds opposite the sun are dark and rain is still
+falling, the rays of the bright sun are divided by the rain drops as
+they would be here with my prism." #
+
+After the children grew tired of bubbles they had many games and a nice
+supper, after which they went home saying it was the best party they
+ever went to.
+
+[Illustration: 0037]
+
+[Illustration: 0038]
+
+
+
+
+SEWING A SEAM.
+
+[Illustration: 9039]
+
+LOSE by the window I saw her,
+
+``Only a bright young girl,
+
+``With a tear on her drooping lashes,
+
+```Half hid by a straying curl.=
+
+``June sunshine was tempting her sorely,
+
+```The children were playing near by,
+
+``And still she sat with her sewing,
+
+```And the tear-drop in her eye.=
+
+``At last in anger she muttered,
+
+```"So cruel, so hateful, and mean!
+
+``I lose all the brightness and beauty,
+
+```As I sit here sewing a seam.=
+
+``"My thread grows tangled and dirty,
+
+```My needle is sure to stick fast,
+
+``And the girls are passing the window:
+
+```Please tell me that work-time has past."=
+
+``Ah, Daisy, dear child, in the future,
+
+```As the shadows of life come and go,
+
+``You will find some duties as irksome
+
+```As the seam you are trying to sew.=
+
+[Illustration: 0040]
+
+``Threads will knot, Daisy dear, and the needles
+
+```Will rust if you wet them with tears;
+
+``And seams will grow rough to your fingers,
+
+```When feeble and trembling with years.=
+
+``Even brightness may pass like the sunshine,
+
+```Your life holding one little gleam;
+
+``But God is still watching my darling,
+
+```He knows we are sewing a seam.=
+
+``Dear Grandma is wiser but cheerful,
+
+```She sits by the window to-day;
+
+``Where the sunlight is kissing her forehead,
+
+```And children are near her at play.=
+
+``A smile in place of your tear-drop,
+
+```Grey locks where your golden are seen;
+
+``She says God's loved hath illumined
+
+```Her life, and made easy each seam.=
+
+``She, too, can think of a summer day,
+
+```So sunny and bright in the past;
+
+``But her lips always say, "Father take me,
+
+```When play-time and work-time are past."=
+
+[Illustration: 0041]
+
+
+
+
+A FOUR-FOOTED FRIEND.
+
+[Illustration: 9042]
+
+LL Toots' playmates among the boys and girls knew how very fond he was
+of his four-footed friends, and the children were very fond of watching
+him when he made his pets perform all sorts of tricks. Poor Toots
+was nearly ill one day when one of his pet cats was found dead in the
+stable. He cried and would not be comforted, but his mamma said that
+poor pussy had not been well for a long time, and she probably died in
+a fit. Not long after Pussy Meek's death, Toots was confined to his room
+with a bad cough, and his mamma went to a store to buy some cough drops
+which the doctor had ordered. When the old lady who kept the store heard
+that Toots was ill she said, "I wish I had something nice to send him;
+he is so polite and kind. Do you suppose he would like another kitten?
+We have three beauties now, and our cat mother is a fine old mouser."
+
+"He would like it very much. I left him just now crying for his dear pet
+Pussy Meek."
+
+"Dear little fellow!" said the old lady, "he shall have the very
+prettiest one we have."
+
+Then she took a candy-box and made some holes in it and put the
+prettiest little kitty inside.
+
+Toots was wild with pleasure; he sat up in bed and held her in his arms,
+then he fed her some warm milk, and at last she cuddled down with her
+little head peeping out of the bosom of his night-gown, and then she
+slept a long, long time. Toots was much troubled to find a pretty name
+for her. At last he said, "poor little Pussy, we cannot find a name
+good enough or sweet enough for you." His mamma said suppose we call her
+_Psyche._ This pleased Toots very much and the new kitty was duly named
+Pysche, and a nice ribbon was tied about her neck. For many days she
+lived in Toots' room and nestled close to him. As she grew older she
+grew wiser and very full of fun. All summer long she chased flies and
+grasshoppers, and when the children played ball, Pysche understood it
+all and took her place properly. She has two very cunning tricks--one
+was to never enter a door if she could make some one open a window to
+let her in, and the other was to hide away at bedtime and then come out
+to play when all the house was still. In the summer time Pysche went to
+the seaside with the family, where she was a great pet with the grown-up
+people as well as the children.
+
+[Illustration: 0044]
+
+
+
+
+NAUGHTY SANDY
+
+[Illustration: 9045]
+
+NLY a doll! I wouldn't cry,"
+
+`Said naughty, teasing Sandy;
+
+`"She's just a lot of rags and things
+
+``I'd rather have some candy."=
+
+``But little sister cried and cried,
+
+```It was her "bestest" treasure;
+
+``While naughty Sandy tried and tried
+
+```To tease her for his pleasure.=
+
+``"Don't cry, dear pet," the sister said,
+
+```"Some day he would be sorry
+
+``To have us treat his pretty boat
+
+```As he is treating Dolly."=
+
+``"Only a doll," said he again,
+
+```"A boat is ten times better;
+
+``This thing can't sail; I'll go and see
+
+```If she can swim, I'll let her."=
+
+``Oh, sister, make him div' her back;
+
+```He'll kill my darling pet;
+
+``Don't let him put her in the pond
+
+```And get her nice d'ess wet.=
+
+``"You's very cruel, bruver, now-;
+
+``Please, div' her back to me;
+
+``'Tause she's my only darlin' child,
+
+``She sleeps upon my knee."=
+
+``"Only a little, mean old doll,
+
+``Not worth my bat or ball;
+
+``Hark! take your baby; here comes pa;
+
+``I hear him in the hall."=
+
+``"Teasing again? Ah! Sandy, lad,
+
+``Remember this, I pray:
+
+``Only a coward teases one
+
+``Too small to get away.=
+
+``"Go to your room, my boy, and there
+
+``Think how this game would please,
+
+``If sister Nell should serve you so,
+
+``And always try to tease."
+
+
+
+
+FLOSSIE'S HANDS.
+
+[Illustration: 9048]
+
+LOSSIE helps ever so much," said Toots, one day--"she dusts the chairs
+in her mother's room, waters the plants, and holds her auntie's worsted.
+Her auntie is knitting a new rug for the phaeton."
+
+"Little hands should always help," said mamma, "they were made to be
+useful, and I know Flossie is happier when she is doing something to
+make home pleasant. One day I heard Flossie saying, "Oh dear! I wish I
+had something to do. I am tired of my dollies, I don't want to read, and
+there is no one here for me to play with." I said, "My dear little girl,
+your mamma has too much to do; she will give you something, and auntie
+will be glad to have you help her; those little hands must be kept busy
+every day." Soon after Flossie learned how to dust the chairs, then she
+picked the bits of thread from the carpet, then she gave the canary some
+food and water, and now she is making a dress for her dollie. In a few
+short months Flossie will learn to do a great many useful things and no
+one will hear her say, "I wish I had something to do."
+
+"I always have enough to do," said Toots, "I cannot get time to read
+half the books I like, and then there are so many pets to take care of,
+beside the skating and sliding in winter, and the fun at the seaside in
+summer, and when I am at grandpa's he calls me 'a little worker.'"
+
+Just then Flossie came running after Toots. "Would he go with her to buy
+some rolls for tea and take a book back to the library?"
+
+Toots was very glad to go and carry some books for mamma, beside he
+must stop at the post-office for some stamps, and bring home a sheet of
+transparent paper to make some paper balloons for the children in the
+hospital. Such busy little people as they were! and how happy, too!
+
+That night when Toots was fast asleep, his good mother said to his papa:
+"Children do more than we give them credit for; last week I kept an
+account of all the kind and useful things performed by our little boy,
+and it would surprise you to see how much it all amounts to. Beside the
+errands for me he has thought of others, and that is good for us all.
+I really think he has found more pleasure in mending old books and toys
+for sick children than in having them for himself, and Flossie is quite
+another little girl since she learned to help mamma."
+
+[Illustration: 0049]
+
+[Illustration: 0050]
+
+
+
+
+JAMIE DOON.
+
+[Illustration: 9051]
+
+E is lying on his pillows
+
+`All day, sweet Jamie Doon
+
+`His little back is crooked,
+
+```Yet he sings a merry tune.=
+
+``For light of heart is Jamie,
+
+```Poor cripple though he be;
+
+``He is cheerful as the sunshine,
+
+```Or the birdies on the tree.=
+
+``What makes you so contented,
+
+```My little Jamie boy?"
+
+``Asks a thoughtful lady, kindly,
+
+```When she carries him a toy.=
+
+``I have so many blessings,"
+
+```Said gentle Jamie Doon,
+
+``I watch the flowers, and birdies
+
+```Oft sing for me a tune.=
+
+``Then the children come to see me,
+
+```And every one is kind;
+
+``It might be worse you see, Miss,
+
+``If I were deaf and blind."=
+
+``Ah, gentle little Jamie!
+
+```Count blessings day by day;
+
+``It might be worse, indeed, lad,
+
+```So smile and sing away.=
+
+[Illustration: 0052]
+
+Jamie had once been a very active boy and a good scholar, but his back
+was injured by a blow given him by a thoughtless playmate, and ever
+since he has been a great sufferer. It is a dreadful thing to injure
+any one for life, and boys cannot be too careful when playing with each
+other. I am sorry to say that the little boy who hurt Jamie does not
+seem to care for the terrible ruin he has wrought; perhaps he has not
+been taught at home to think kindly and tenderly of others.
+
+
+
+
+FIVES.
+
+A LITTLE STORY IN RHYME.
+
+|FIVE little sparrows one sunny morn Eating their breakfast out in the
+corn:
+
+``Five little boys, cruel as boys can be,
+
+``Longing to kill those birds blithe and free:
+
+``Five little stones that whizzed in the air,
+
+``And fell all at once where the sparrows were:
+
+``Five little sparrows that flew safe away
+
+``For sparrows are quicker than boys, any day:
+
+``Five little boys that looked quite forlorn
+
+``As they wandered on through the waving corn.=
+
+
+
+
+OLIVER TWIST AT HOME.
+
+[9054]
+
+LIVER TWIST was the name of a fine rooster or gamecock which belonged to
+Toots' grandpa, and many were the stories told of him. He became quite
+famous in the family, and out of it, and none of the children wanted
+him killed or sold even if he grew too old to walk. When grandpa bought
+Oliver he carried him home between his knees in the carriage, while he
+drove Frisk, the pony. Toots' mamma sat by his side with a huge basket
+in her lap containing a fine old mother hen with ten little chicks. They
+were all going into grandpa's coop at the farm, and then he would take
+care of them for Toots.
+
+"I suppose I have been very foolish to pay such a price for this
+fellow," said grandpa, "but he is smart enough to peck pretty hard."
+
+All the way to the farm the new rooster made himself as disagreeable as
+he could, now biting grandpa's hands, and now his knees, until the
+dear old man wished he had never seen him. At last he was safe in
+the hen-house, where he soon began to eat, and, as he never seemed
+satisfied, he was called Oliver Twist.
+
+"There has been an old fox about here stealing chicks," said the hired
+man, "but this Oliver will tackle him, I reckon."
+
+The hired man was right. Only a few days after grandpa heard a great
+noise among the poultry, and there was a large fox trying to get into
+the chicken-yard from the barn. Grandpa stole softly into the house and
+got his gun. When he went back Oliver was pecking at the head and eyes
+of the fox with all his might. Oliver was very angry but did not show
+any signs of fear, while the fox tried in vain to get nearer. At last
+the old fox made up his mind to spring over and eat chicken for his
+lunch, but just then, bang! went grandpa's gun, and the sly enemy
+tumbled over on the barn floor.
+
+When Oliver heard the gun he thought he was shot too, for he fell down
+and closed his eyes. When grandpa petted and praised him, and held out a
+dish of corn, he seemed to think better of it, and began to strut about,
+while all the hens cackled in chorus and seemed very proud of their
+defender.
+
+Poor Oliver met with an accident during the cold winter weather; his
+beautiful red comb was frozen and fell off. He seemed so ashamed of it
+that he could not or would not hold up his head, but a nice new comb has
+grown now and he is as proud and lordly as ever. Indeed, only yesterday
+he was seen driving a strange cat out of the yard.
+
+[Illustration: 0056]
+
+
+
+
+MRS. WHITE'S FAMILY.
+
+[Illustration: 9057]
+
+P at grandpa's farm the chicks were very happy since the old fox was
+killed, and as Toots wanted some more cunning little ones to play with
+and feed when he went up for a visit, grandpa decided to put some eggs
+under Mrs. White. Now, Mrs. White was a very fine hen, and although she
+had never raised any chicks of her own, she seemed so kind and gentle
+that grandpa was sure she would make a kind mother. He selected the eggs
+with great care, marking some very choice ones with a blue pencil. Mrs.
+White sat very quietly upon her nest for many days, until it was time
+for the little chicks to come out of their shell houses; then grandpa
+paid her a visit. Three little ones were already toddling about, and
+Mrs. White seemed to be in great distress concerning some others who
+were just trying to see what the world was made of. Grandpa helped the
+little fellows by picking away small bits of the shell, and then he
+hurried away to make some nice dough for them. When he returned, Mrs.
+White was nowhere to be seen, so grandpa covered the little new babies
+with some wool and then looked for the neglectful mother. He soon found
+her in the yard with Oliver Twist and a large flock of hens.
+
+[Illustration: 0058]
+
+Grandpa caught her and carried her back, but Mrs. White hurt the little
+ones and refused to scratch for them. She covered them with her wings
+for a few moments while grandpa was there, and then ran away again.
+
+Grandpa tried shutting her up, but still she hurt her little chicks
+and at last killed one. Then grandpa told her she was a cruel, wicked
+mother, and he carried the chicks into the kitchen and covered them over
+in a nice warm basket. There they nestled for several days until they
+began to hop out and get under grandma's feet. After that they had a
+little house in the shed and soon grew very fast. Toots called them the
+orphans, and never again liked Mrs. White, although she was so handsome.
+Soon after this grandpa put some eggs under a queer old hen which all
+the family called Mrs. Gummidge, she was so cross and queer. When her
+chicks came she was a very kind mother and scratched for them all day
+long. She was very proud of them, too, and seemed to say, "Did you ever
+see such little darlings?" Mrs. Gummidge went about with her children
+until they were large enough to take care of themselves, and then she
+sat quietly on some more eggs and raised another family, but none of
+them ever seemed quite so precious to Toots as the little neglected
+chicks of Mrs. White.
+
+[Illustration: 0059]
+
+
+
+
+BUD AND BUNNIE.
+
+[Illustration: 9060]
+
+WO dear little girlies, born at the same time, with eyes, hair, and
+little faces so exactly alike that even their mother could not tell them
+apart; and when their pictures were taken and sent to Toots' papa, every
+one wondered which was Bud and which was Bunnie. The twins' papa was
+an old classmate of Toots' papa, and as soon as the baby girls came he
+wrote a very funny letter telling all about them. He said they were both
+like little rosebuds, and he was puzzled to know what to call them, so
+he simply nicknamed them Bud and Bunnie until the mamma could decide
+upon a name.
+
+"They are dear little bits of womanhood," he said, when the children
+were three years old, "and I am ashamed to say that we still go on
+calling them by the old pet names. It would please you to see them at
+play, they are so very happy. Bunnie, who is a little more gentle than
+her sister, often gives up to her in their sports; and yet Bud is never
+cross. She takes the lead because she is fitted for it, while Bunnie
+nestles down and is content to do as she is told. They are into mischief
+every hour in the day--good-natured mischief of course. Sometimes we
+find them dressed in their mother's clothes, sometimes in my coats.
+
+"Not long ago my wife and I determined to send a hamper of good things
+to her old nurse, who has been very unfortunate. We collected all our
+gifts and were about to pack them, when we chanced to think of a new
+prayer-book in large type, so away we went, to buy it, for she would not
+go without me and I would not know how to select without her. When we
+returned to the store-room where we were packing, what did we see but
+our twins, Bud and Bunnie, both seated in the hamper. They made such a
+charming picture that I sketched them on the spot."
+
+Of course Toots' papa sent back a letter at once, and said they were the
+dearest little girlies in the world, and he wished he had some himself;
+but he was quite sure that his boys were just as good boys as ever grew,
+and he would send their pictures to prove it.
+
+[Illustration: 0062]
+
+[Illustration: 0061]
+
+
+
+
+DAISY DEAN.
+
+[Illustration: 9063]
+
+AISY DEAN is a little lass,
+
+`With rosy cheeks and eyes like glass;
+
+`When she sulks she is very queer,
+
+`When she smiles she is very dear;
+
+``Pretty and fair as a flower is she,
+
+``Busy and quick as a little bee.=
+
+``Good or bad, do what she may,
+
+``We wash and dress her every day;
+
+``Comb her hair, and give her milk,
+
+``And dress her well with sash of silk.
+
+``With all her faults, we never have seen
+
+``A dearer girl than our Daisy Dean.
+
+Daisy was much pleased with her little verses, "all her own," as she
+said, and I heard her whispering to her friend May that she would never
+sulk again if she could help it. Daisy has one serious fault: she never
+puts things in their places. One morning she could not find her hat
+anywhere, and her mamma made her go to school without it. Daisy cried
+and wanted to wear her best one, but her mamma said, "No; that would not
+teach her to remember." The girls were much amused when Daisy entered
+the dressing-room at school without any hat on.
+
+"What have you done with it?" asked May.
+
+[Illustration: 0064]
+
+"I don't know; it is lost somewhere."
+
+"What a careless little girl! Why, I always hang mine up in one place
+when I go home from school or play," said May.
+
+"So do I," said several of the girls, but some of the boys did not
+speak, and a little bird whispers to me that some of my kindest "little
+friends throw their caps down on the floor, table, lounge, chairs,
+or the first place they can find." Oh, oh, boys! this is too bad, for
+"order is heaven's first law."
+
+[Illustration: 0065]
+
+
+
+
+THE COMMISSARY.
+
+[Illustration: 9066]
+
+COMMISSARY is one who furnishes supplies of food to an army or body of
+men, but I dare say you never heard of a dog commissary. He lived at
+the boarding-school where Toots' mamma went when a little girl, and his
+owner was the lady who kept the school. Her son brought him home one day
+and taught him many tricks. Every day he went to market for the family,
+and it was great fun for the younger girls to see "Captain Com" go out
+with his basket in his mouth. His errands were always faithfully done.
+No boy ever dared to meddle with Com, and although he went five blocks
+to market no one ever tried to get his note out of the basket. Every
+morning he waited until madam consulted with cook and wrote down the
+order, and then when it was put into his care he would trot away in a
+very happy frame of mind. "Com" was very good to the younger pupils. He
+would let them drive him in a little cart, or play tag with them by the
+hour. Once in the vacation, when nearly all the pupils had gone home,
+madam said: "We will not send an order to the butcher to-day; it is so
+warm, we will have a light lunch."
+
+"Com" did not like this; he was very restless for a long time, and at
+last one of the children said, "I think Com has gone to market. He tried
+to get his basket from the nail and he could not; then he ran away."
+
+"We will go out for a walk and see," said madam, "for 'Com' can do
+everything but talk, and he is greatly distressed because I did not
+order dinner."
+
+When they reached the butcher's, there was "Com" with his paws on the
+cutting block, patiently waiting to be served.
+
+"He deserves a nice dinner," said the butcher, and he gave him some
+meat; still "Com" was not satisfied; he wanted it put up in paper and
+laid in a basket before he would go away. "Com" never would touch a bit
+of meat until he went home to cook, with his marketing.
+
+Where Com lived they did not have letter carriers or postmen, and his
+mistress made a little mail-bag for him which he carried to the office
+morning and night. He always entered by the back door, and the clerk
+would kindly wait upon him. Sometimes his bag would be full of letters
+and papers for the pupils, and then "Com" was very proud. Every night
+this wise dog guarded the house, and madam always felt quite happy about
+the younger children if "Com" was with them.
+
+[Illustration: 0068]
+
+
+
+
+HOW MAY WAS CURED.
+
+[Illustration: 9069]
+
+O wise person ever expects children to be perfect--grown people are
+not--still all can try to overcome their faults and grow wiser day by
+day.
+
+Although little May was a very sweet child, as she grew older she began
+to fret about little things, and one day when she was urged to learn her
+lesson in arithmetic she said, "I wish I never had to see another old
+arithmetic; I hate them all!"
+
+May's mother was very patient, and she had her own thoughts about
+punishing children. When her little daughter showed such ill-temper she
+said, quietly: "May dear, I am going out to do some errands; would you
+like to go?"
+
+May was delighted; she would do any thing to get away from her hateful
+book. Their first visit was to a shop where fruit was sold, and then to
+a florist's where the lady bought some flowers.
+
+"Now where shall we go, mamma?"
+
+"You will see presently, my dear. We will take a car and make a call on
+a friend of mine."
+
+[Illustration: 0070]
+
+At last they got out and went up some steps, where a lad answered their
+ring at the door.
+
+When they entered they saw a little girl seated on a chair with her
+hands folded. She was blind. She heard their footsteps and said, "Please
+be seated, ladies."
+
+"How long have you been blind, dear?" asked May's mother.
+
+"Four years, madam. I was very ill and have never seen the light since."
+
+"You must remember many things which you saw before your illness?"
+
+"Oh, yes; and it makes me very happy. I know just how the grass looks,
+and how blue the sky is, and when I am tired I think of it over and
+over."
+
+After some more conversation the matron came in and gladly welcomed
+May and her mother. "I would like to show my little girl through the
+school," said the latter, and the matron kindly took them into various
+rooms. Not one of the children could see, yet all seemed happy and busy.
+Some were getting lessons, some were knitting, the boys in the work-room
+were putting new seats into chairs, and yet all were blind.
+
+It was a sad sight to little May, and after she had left the flowers and
+fruit she went away looking quite thoughtful: Since that day she never
+complains when asked to get a lesson, and even her music is not tiresome
+when she thinks of blind Maggie.
+
+
+
+
+HARRY'S GUEST.
+
+[Illustration: 9072]
+
+HE'S only an orphan," mother dear,
+
+`"Her father and mother are dead;
+
+``She hasn't a home to shelter her,
+
+```Or a hat to cover her head.=
+
+``"I found her crying alone in the street,
+
+```And nobody seemed to care;
+
+``I know she is hungry and tired now--
+
+```Please give her all of my share.=
+
+``"I am glad we have tea in the garden to-night
+
+```For she wouldn't go into our home;
+
+``I could hardly coax her up here, papa,
+
+```She hasn't a friend, not one."=
+
+``"Come in, little girl, sit down here and eat,
+
+```We have plenty of food and to spare;
+
+``You are tired, poor child. Go Harry, my love,
+
+```And get your young friend a chair.=
+
+``"There, now you have eaten, pray tell us why
+
+```You wander alone in the street;
+
+``And why there is none to look after your clothes,
+
+```And keep you more tidy and neat?"=
+
+``"My mother just died, and they took her away,
+
+```And our landlady said I must go;
+
+``And all of our things belonged to her,
+
+```To pay up the rent we owe.=
+
+``"I went to the river to sit down and think,
+
+```For no one cared for me now;
+
+``I wanted to die like my own dear ma,
+
+```But I could not--I did not know how.=
+
+``"This boy he spoke kindly, and led me away,
+
+```He said he would bring me to you;
+
+``I knows I am dirty, not fit to be seen,
+
+```But, lady, my story is true."=
+
+``So they took her in, as Harry had said,
+
+```And they cared for her kindly and well--
+
+``The good they have done and the good they will do,
+
+```Only angels in heaven can tell.=
+
+[Illustration: 0073]
+
+[Illustration: 0074]
+
+
+
+
+A TIRED VISITOR.
+
+[Illustration: 9075]
+
+NE day in the summer Toots sat on the doorstep talking with his little
+friend, Fred Haldon, when a man came up to the gate with a hand-organ
+and asked if he might come in.
+
+"Oh, mamma! mamma!" called Toots, "come as soon as you can, for he has a
+monkey with him."
+
+His mother looked out of the window and nodded to the man. "Yes, he
+could play if he wished." Then she went out on the doorstep with the
+children. The monkey came to her at once. It looked so tired and sad,
+she said, "Poor little fellow!" He seemed to understand her, for he
+sprang into her lap and rubbed his head against her hand.
+
+"How tired he is!" she said kindly, "do let him rest while we feed him."
+
+The monkey would not eat much, he seemed too weary, but he bowed his
+thanks and then put his head on her hand again. When the man stopped
+playing the lady told him he would lose his monkey if he did not let it
+rest.
+
+[Illustration: 0076]
+
+The man laughed and sat down under a tree. This seemed to please the
+monkey, for he went to him and kissed him and then returned to his new
+friend, nestling down in her lap like a tired child.
+
+"He has danced too much when it was warm," said the man in broken
+English.
+
+"Then you must be very good and let him sleep." After a good rest the
+organ-grinder went away with him, and soon after Toots went with all the
+family to the sea-side, where the monkeys in the park made them think of
+their tired little visitor. Long, long after, when winter came and all
+the family were in town and all the aunts and cousins were invited to
+meet grandpa Bergland--little May's grandpa from over the sea, the door
+opened just in the very midst of the Christmas festival, and in walked
+Leno, all dressed in his best suit.
+
+"Where is his master?" asked Toots, "bring him in and let him show us
+the old tricks."
+
+So the master came in. He said, "the kind ladies and gentlemen must
+excuse him, but he could not make Leno pass the gate where the lady was
+so kind to him when he was sick."
+
+"He was quite sick then, poor thing!" said Toots' mamma.
+
+"He was very sick, dear lady. I took him away in the cool country, but
+he was like to die, and for many days I thought I must leave him there,
+for he could neither eat nor sleep, only look in my face and make a sad
+noise. I could not Leno die, for he is my only friend."
+
+"There, mamma," said grandpa Bergland, "you was kind to the dumb brute
+and it did thank you."
+
+
+
+
+MR. SMITH'S FAMILY.
+
+[Illustration: 9078]
+
+MAN who took charge of the park was very kind to Toots and allowed him
+to feed the parrots, birds, and rabbits. The rabbit-house was a favorite
+place with the children. They never tired of watching them, and the
+family was so large that the good keeper who cared for them called the
+old rabbit "Mr. Smith."
+
+"You see he has so many children, his name must be Smith," said he.
+
+The children fed them grass and clover, and many of the little creatures
+had pet names, but it was impossible to name them all, for the family
+increased so fast. One morning when the gardener went into the park to
+look at some plants he had set out the day before, he found them all out
+of the ground and the earth thrown about in every direction. "Ah!" said
+he, "those puppies must be shut up; they did all this mischief last
+night; I heard them barking."
+
+Then the gardener took the three puppies and shut them in a cellar,
+while he hurried his garden-making, in order to get more plants in place
+before the superintendent came that way. He was so anxious to get the
+plants cared for before the sun was hot that he quite neglected the
+other pets.
+
+While he was hard at work Toots ran to him crying, "Oh, Mr. Snyder, they
+are all out, the whole of Mr. Smith's family, and there is a big hole
+dug down under their house."
+
+Sure enough, the house was empty and the family nowhere to be seen.
+Toots and the boys found them at last hiding under some steps. After
+some trouble and much chasing about over the grounds they were put into
+their cage and the big hole was securely fastened.
+
+Toots released the puppies and fed them well, while Mr. Smith's family
+seemed tired out with their travels and were glad to lie down and rest.
+
+That evening while the family sat on the piazza watching the moonlight
+on the water, something ran up the steps and hid in one corner.
+
+"It must be one of those ugly rats," said Aunt Bell.
+
+"No, indeed, it is some poor hunted thing seeking refuge," said mamma.
+"Bring me a lamp, Bridget, and let us see."
+
+The lamp was brought and there in one corner of the piazza was a poor,
+lonely little rabbit. He had strayed from the rest, and now when it was
+dark he sought shelter where he heard familiar voices.
+
+[Illustration: 0080]
+
+
+
+
+WHAT SHALL WE DO WITH BABY?
+
+[Illustration: 9081]
+
+HAT shall we do with baby,
+
+`The bright-eyed mischievous one?
+
+`He wakens us all in the morning,
+
+```Two hours before the sun.=
+
+``From the time that his peepers open,
+
+```He pinches and pulls at our nose;
+
+``Or, perhaps, by way of diversion,
+
+```He gives us a taste of his toes.=
+
+``We find him rattles and clothes-pins,
+
+```We give him books by the score,
+
+``And make him a house in the corner
+
+```When lo! he is at the door.=
+
+``We pile up a basket of playthings,
+
+```And seat the rogue in a chair;
+
+``We leave to order the dinner,
+
+```Behold! no baby is there.=
+
+``He has found his way to the closet,
+
+```He is rattling our chinaware;
+
+``We run--he is clasping a goblet,
+
+```And trying to climb a chair.=
+
+[Illustration: 0082]
+
+``He is full of the funniest capers,
+
+```And scolds in the funniest way;
+
+``But never will own he is weary,
+
+```Or rest from his busy play.=
+
+``He struggles and battles with slumber,
+
+```He scratches and picks at his eyes,
+
+``We fancy him quietly sleeping,
+
+```But baby is watching the flies.=
+
+``We give him a seat at the table,
+
+```We make him a house of our chairs,
+
+``And while the coach is preparing,
+
+```The baby is tumbling down stairs.=
+
+``The apples are thrown from the basket,
+
+```His milk is spilled on the floor;
+
+``Bread and butter sticks to the carpet,
+
+``` And sugar sticks on the door.=
+
+``We puzzle our brains to amuse him,
+
+```We bow to his lordly will;
+
+``But do what we may, the baby
+
+```Is never a moment still.=
+
+``Oh, what shall we do with baby--
+
+```With his fun, and frolic, and fears?
+
+``He charms us all with his mischief,
+
+```And conquers us all with his tears.=
+
+
+
+
+DADDY TOUGH.
+
+[Illustration: 9084]
+
+T was a queer, very queer name, but the soldiers gave it to him, and
+when you hear how he conducted himself you will not wonder. Daddy Tough
+lived in a fort in the western country, and he belonged to the United
+States Government. On one side he had the letters "U. S." branded, in
+order to keep people from stealing him. The children in the fort all
+called those letters "Uncle Sam," and everything with that mark on it
+was said to belong to Uncle Sam, meaning the Government.
+
+The children about the fort used to ride on his back in a sort of double
+saddle made of willow. One day the soldiers took him inside of a small
+gate in order to remove some ashes from a cellar. The cart was backed in
+and Daddy stood with his head just outside of the gate. He looked like
+a droll picture in a frame. There he stood winking his eyes and shaking
+his long ears. When the soldiers had the ashes all in the wagon they
+told Daddy to go on, but he would not move; then they coaxed him but he
+did not stir. His driver pelted and pulled, but Daddy winked and never
+moved a step.
+
+"We must get him away somehow," said the soldiers, and at last they
+struck him. Daddy looked at them in the most reproachful manner, but he
+did not move an inch. For more than half an hour the poor soldiers tried
+to have him carry his burden away.
+
+"We must be all cleared up before dress parade," said one.
+
+"We must get him out of here somehow," said the other.
+
+"Just think how the boys would laugh if they saw Daddy standing here
+winking while the colonel was issuing his orders at dress parade."
+
+"It will never do," said the driver. "Come, Daddy, you must move on or
+you will disgrace the command."
+
+Daddy looked knowing, but still stood firm. Other soldiers came and
+they tried, but Daddy would not yield even after hard whipping. Then
+the colonel came out and told them what to do, but Daddy winked at the
+colonel as if to say, "I like this place very much and I will not go
+even for you."
+
+When all efforts had failed the colonel's wife said,
+
+"Let me try; we cure horses of ill-temper by feeding them sugar."
+
+"Nothing will cure Daddy," said her husband, "but you may try."
+
+The lady brought out some sugar and gave Daddy a taste. He shook his
+ears and made a sort of grunt. Then she patted him and held it farther
+away and at last he marched after her out of the gate and ran so fast he
+upset part of the ashes. After that when Daddy grew sulky a little sugar
+would win him over.
+
+[Illustration: 0086]
+
+
+
+
+BUTTON BLUE.
+
+[Illustration: 9087]
+
+OOTS had a brother much older than himself, and never were two boys
+better friends. Nothing pleased Toots more than stories of his brother's
+pranks when he was small. Then Toots' parents travelled nearly all the
+time, and their eldest boy saw a great deal of this busy world. All the
+soldiers in his father's regiment called him "Button Blue," for when
+they first saw him he wore little dresses with a good many buttons
+on them. After that he had a jacket and pants, or, as he called them,
+"Bocker-nickers." He was a droll little fellow, and always managed to
+twist words about. The soldiers were very fond of Button, and made him
+many presents. They taught him games of all kinds, and here we see him
+showing the major's little daughter how to play cat's cradle.
+
+[Illustration: 0088]
+
+One day Button Blue was lost and all the camp was astir. The black man,
+whose duty it was to care for him, said he left him at the sutler's
+little store, and the sutler said he saw him playing with a dog near
+the flag-staff just before the general's door. The general was away on
+horseback and he had not taken the child, for some one had seen seen him
+riding away with one of his officers and their orderlies. The men were
+nearly wild over the lost boy, but Button's mother said she only feared
+his going to the river, and yet Button never went anywhere without
+permission. The dinner hour came and went, but no boy answered to the
+summons, and men were sent in different directions to find him. They had
+not returned when the general came up on horseback.
+
+"We are in great trouble, sir," said the surgeon; "the colonel's boy is
+lost."
+
+"Button, our little Button; it is impossible. Have you sent out men to
+search? Have you looked in all the men's quarters? Why, bless you, I
+kissed the little rogue good-bye the last thing before starting; we had
+a grand romp together. I will go myself to search for him." The general
+sprang off his horse and unlocked the door of the little house known as
+his headquarters. He threw his gloves on the table and said aloud in an
+anxious tone:
+
+"Why, I love that rascal like one of my own. He must be somewhere
+about."
+
+"We have searched everywhere, sir, and no trace can be found. Even the
+colonel is discouraged, but his mother will not give up. She says he
+will be found."
+
+"Found! found! of course he will," replied the general. "Why, there
+isn't a man or boy that doesn't love Button."
+
+"Here I am, General," piped a boy's voice; and there, just waking up
+from a sound sleep, was the boy who had slipped in as the general's
+servant locked the door, and then, tired with play, threw himself on a
+lounge behind a screen where his friend the general had often rested.
+
+
+
+
+THE STORY OF THE CUCKOO.
+
+[Illustration: 0090]
+
+T was a dreary, rainy day, and Toots and his cousins were gathered in
+the library, where a cheerful open fire made them forget the chilling
+rain outside.
+
+"Auntie," said May, "please tell me why you keep that pretty bird always
+sitting above your desk?"
+
+"Toots has something to do with that. It is his bird, and perhaps you
+would like to hear about it; wait one moment until I get you a dish of
+fruit, and I will tell you how the pretty bird came here:
+
+"One summer when Toots was quite small and not very strong, our family
+doctor said, 'Couldn't you go and camp out in the pine woods somewhere
+for a few weeks?' At first it seemed quite impossible to take all the
+family, but Button Blue was so active and helpful, and the cook said she
+would like the fun of it, so at last we went, taking care to be near
+a house where we could get pure water. We had two tents. One was our
+parlor by day and the boys' bedroom by night; the other held my bed and
+an easy camp cot for Toots. We were very cosey and happy. The birds sang
+over our heads all day, and at night we could hear the whip-poor-will's
+note only a few feet from our tent door."
+
+"What did you do when it rained?" asked one of the boys.
+
+"We drew the tent curtains close, made little ditches outside to carry
+off the water, and read, played games, or told stories. One day a party
+of gentlemen came to our camp. They were out hunting, and one of them
+had in his game bag a pretty cuckoo he had just killed. Poor Toots felt
+terribly when he saw it. Only the day before he had heard its pretty
+note, 'Cuckoo! cuckoo!' and we had told him that its name was given it
+because it made that peculiar song."
+
+"I think he was wicked to shoot it," said Toots.
+
+"We all felt very sorry," said his mother, "and I think the hunters did,
+too, for they promised to keep away from our camp and avoid shooting any
+of our pets. When they left us, they told Toots he would hear from them
+again, but we forgot all about it until one day a small box was brought
+to our house by the expressman. It was directed to Toots and marked
+'with care.' On opening it we found our little friend the cuckoo
+handsomely stuffed and mounted on a branch. Toots was very much
+pleased and it has stood where it now is ever since it came."
+
+"I wish he could fly once more, and say 'Cuckoo, cuckoo,' as he used to,"
+said Toots.
+
+[Illustration: 0092]
+
+
+
+
+MAJOR AND BENJAMINA.
+
+[Illustration: 9093]
+
+KIND lady and dear friend of Toots and his mother owns a bright little
+dog named Benjamina. Its mother was blind and lame when the little puppy
+was born, and the good lady thought it was the child of the dog mother's
+old age; so she called it Benjamina, and a very cunning, wise little
+creature she is.
+
+Benjamina likes to curl up on a sofa pillow and take life easy. Nearly
+every day she takes a walk with her mistress and frisks about here and
+there. Once when they were out walking, naughty Bennie ran too near the
+horse car and was kicked by one of the horses. She lay quite still for
+a moment, and all who saw her feared she was dead. Before any one could
+reach her, a large, strong dog who belonged to a neighbor sprang across
+the street and carried her to her mistress. Poor doggie had a bad cut
+in her side which the doctor sewed up, and it was so very sore that she
+could not lie down for many days. It was quite pitiful to see it walk
+around and around in a circle, trying to go to sleep. Old Major came
+every day to see her, and when he was allowed to come into the room he
+would sit down gravely and look at her. He evidently wanted to say, "I
+am very, very sorry for you and shall be glad to see you out again."
+
+[Illustration: 0094]
+
+After a time poor Benjamina grew well enough to sit in a chair at the
+window, and Major would sit outside on the piazza and look at her. They
+really seemed to understand each other perfectly. If anything went wrong
+in the street Major would run down the steps and attend to it, and then
+come back to his station before the window. At last Bennie was taken
+out for a drive and Major ran all the way by the side of the carriage,
+barking with pleasure.
+
+Once Bennie's mistress found a large bone put on her piazza, which Major
+had brought for his friend's breakfast, and great was the good fellow's
+delight when it was carried to Bennie.
+
+Major went to church every Sunday and sat in the porch until his master
+came out; he tried very hard to go inside but was never allowed to do
+so. When the sexton went out to open the doors Major would shake himself
+and take his position on the steps. Once he came on Sunday and tried to
+coax Bennie out, but her mistress said no. When I last saw Bennie she
+was sitting in her mistress' lap while she wrote some letters. Major is
+still the same faithful friend and visits her every day.
+
+
+
+
+THE COMMODORE'S GUESTS.
+
+[Illustration: 9096]
+
+OW happy the little people were at the seashore! There was so much to
+see and so much to do that the long days ran quickly away.
+
+Toots and his friend learned many things. They caught hermit crabs, and
+were told how they stole shell houses to live in. They found star fish,
+and horse-shoe crabs, and beautiful sea anemones, and sometimes a kind
+old sailor would tell them about trawls, lobster traps, nets, and the
+queer tricks of the various fish they caught.
+
+Away out on a point of rocks near the water lived some very bright
+little boys who often came to play with Toots. One day their parents
+were invited to visit a beautiful yacht lying in the harbor. The ladies
+and gentlemen were much pleased, and when they returned from their visit
+they told the children all about it. Two little boys, Philip and
+Harry, who lived in the cottage at the point, heard the story with much
+pleasure; so did Toots, who wished he could see it. One morning when
+the wind blew hard and the water was covered with white caps, Philip's
+mother missed both her little boys. "Perhaps they have gone over to
+Toots'," she said. Their sister inquired, but Toots was swinging in the
+hammock with another little friend. He had not seen Philip or Harry all
+the morning. Then the nurse and all the family began to look, but no
+boys could they find.
+
+At last an old sailor said, "There's a little boat a-bob-bing up and
+down out there, and I think it has two little chaps in it."
+
+The ladies took a glass, and there indeed were the two little rogues
+liable to be drowned at any moment; but two kind sailors went after them
+and brought them safe on shore.
+
+"Where were you going?" asked their mamma.
+
+"To visit the Tommodore's pretty water-house."
+
+Both boys were very small and could not speak distinctly.
+
+"But how strange! you were not invited," said their mother.
+
+"Oh, yes, I 'vited 'Ilip and 'Ilip Vited me!"
+
+"What would you have done if you had reached the yacht?"'
+
+"I was going to 'duce 'Ilip to the Tommodore and 'Ilip was going to
+'duce me."
+
+"But you must not introduce people anywhere unless you are welcome
+yourself and invited. When the Commodore invites my little boys, I will
+take them out to his yacht and introduce them myself. Besides, the water
+is very rough and you are too young to row a boat so far."
+
+"We could do it;'cause 'Ilip rowed one oar and I rowed the other. We
+like it."
+
+Their mother was very glad to get them back again, and the good
+Commodore never knew what funny little guests he missed seeing that
+summer morning.
+
+[Illustration: 0098]
+
+
+
+
+HARVEST FESTIVAL.
+
+[Illustration: 9099]
+
+RAIN, plenty of grain,
+
+`Sang the birds in the harvest field;
+
+`Grain, plenty of grain;
+
+```H ow grandly it doth yield!=
+
+``Grain, plenty of grain,
+
+```Eat, and chirp, and sing;
+
+``Come one and all to the harvest field,
+
+```Each with buoyant wing.=
+
+``Grain, plenty of grain,
+
+```The reapers are out to-day;
+
+``And every bird from far and near,
+
+```Must sing a roundelay.=
+
+``Grain, plenty of grain,
+
+```And not a farmer near;
+
+``Chirp, chirp, how glad are we,
+
+```To find this harvest here!=
+
+``Over the top of the stack,
+
+```Down on the bundle bound;
+
+``Swoop and pick, and sing your songs;
+
+```Such a feast is seldom found.=
+
+[Illustration: 0100]
+
+``Chirp, chirp, chirp,
+
+```Sing with all your might,
+
+``The glorious day will soon be done,
+
+```And the harvest ends to-night.
+
+``Grain, plenty of grain,
+
+```Eat your fill, my friends;
+
+``Let us gladly, cheerfully take,
+
+```The food the dear God sends.
+
+"I think," said Toots, "that every song you read is the best one, and I
+wish birds could talk.
+
+"They certainly talk to each other," said his mother, "and the robins in
+our apple-tree try very hard to answer me when I talk to them."
+
+[Illustration: 0101]
+
+[Illustration: 0105]
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+End of Project Gutenberg's Toots and his Friends, by Kate Tannatt Woods
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+      TOOTS AND HIS FRIENDS
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+    <h2>
+      By Kate Tannatt Woods
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+    <h5>
+      Author Of "Twice Two," "Six Little Rebels," "Doctor Dick," "Out And
+      About," Etc. <br /> <br /> Cassell &amp; Company, Limited New York, London
+      And Paris <br /> <br /> 1883
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+    <p>
+      <b>CONTENTS</b>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0001"> HOW TOOTS WENT TO BED. </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0002"> TOOTS AT THE KINDERGARTEN. </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0003"> THE HAPPY HOUR. </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0004"> ELFIE. </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0005"> PAUL BROWN. </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0006"> PAUL'S VIEWS AT EIGHT YEARS OF AGE. </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0007"> MAX THE MEDDLER. </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0008"> OUR MAY. </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0009"> A BUBBLE PARTY. </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0010"> SEWING A SEAM. </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0011"> A FOUR-FOOTED FRIEND. </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0012"> NAUGHTY SANDY </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0013"> FLOSSIE'S HANDS. </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0014"> JAMIE DOON. </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0015"> FIVES. </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0016"> OLIVER TWIST AT HOME. </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0017"> MRS. WHITE'S FAMILY. </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0018"> BUD AND BUNNIE. </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0019"> DAISY DEAN. </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0020"> THE COMMISSARY. </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0021"> HOW MAY WAS CURED. </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0022"> HARRY'S GUEST. </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0023"> A TIRED VISITOR. </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0024"> MR. SMITH'S FAMILY. </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0025"> WHAT SHALL WE DO WITH BABY? </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0026"> DADDY TOUGH. </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0027"> BUTTON BLUE. </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0028"> THE STORY OF THE CUCKOO. </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0029"> MAJOR AND BENJAMINA. </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0030"> THE COMMODORE'S GUESTS. </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0031"> HARVEST FESTIVAL. </a>
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0001" id="link2H_4_0001"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      HOW TOOTS WENT TO BED.
+    </h2>
+     <p class="pfirst">
+<span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">T</span>OOTS is our baby. He is a queer one too; up early, and always in dread of
+      bed-time. One morning, not long ago, we heard him singing, and on looking
+      for him, found the little rogue in the very middle of our best bed in the
+      guest chamber, where he was playing hand-organ with a long hairpin put
+      through the pretty pillow covers which had just come home from the
+      laundry. There he sat singing a droll medley of "Uncle Ned," "Blessed
+      Desus," and "Down in the Coal Mine." He had been watching two soldiers
+      with a hand-organ, and Toots likes to do everything he sees done. While we
+      were putting the guest-room in order, Toots marched out as a blind man,
+      with his eyes shut and a cane in his hand. This brought him to grief, for
+      he was picked up at the foot of the stairs with two large bumps on his
+      pretty white brow. Toots was quiet then for a little while, a very little
+      while, for as soon as we decided that his bones were all sound and a
+      doctor need not be called, he "played sick," and asked for "shicken brof"
+      and toast.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      One night mamma was imprudent, for she said to a visitor, who was praising
+      the little fellow, "Oh, yes, Toots is always lovely and gentle at
+      bed-time." That very night while mamma was resting on the lounge, and her
+      friend was chatting, both ladies heard a mysterious clicking. "It can't be
+      Toots," said mamma; "his eyes were closed when I left him." Then the
+      clicking came again louder than ever, and suddenly a crash as of breaking
+      glass. Mamma sprang up at once, and there was Toots seated on a bath-tub
+      driving for dear life with two of his best sashes for reins. He had
+      fastened one on each side of the mirror, and in his eagerness to drive
+      fast, had tumbled down toilet-bottles, cushions, and all the pretty things
+      his mamma loved to see. Toots was playing circus. Barnum had been in town
+      the day before, and Toots had made a grand procession with chairs, books,
+      bottles, pictures, and everything his little hands could reach. Such a
+      happy, beaming face was never seen before. "Why, Toots, I thought you were
+      asleep," said mamma. "No, I hab too much to do, my 'cession is coming up
+      street fast."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      When he was quite small, Toots used to spend hours in the garden safely
+      fastened into the standing stool which his grandpa had when a little boy.
+      The little fellow's face was so bright, and his large eyes so full of
+      innocent fun, that no one could be angry with Toots even when he did very
+      strange and unexpected things.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0006" id="linkimage-0006"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="fig" style="width:65%;">
+      <img src="images/0013m.jpg" alt="0013m " width="100%" /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/0013.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0002" id="link2H_4_0002"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      TOOTS AT THE KINDERGARTEN.
+    </h2>
+    <p class="pfirst">
+      <span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">W</span>HEN Toots was old
+      enough to enter a little school, his mamma said he must go to a
+      Kindergarten, which, you all know, is a delightful place for all children.
+      Our good German friends first thought of it for their little people, and
+      here in America we have found it an excellent fashion to follow. Block
+      building, song singing, and drawing with pretty things in needlework, and
+      forms in clay, not only teach the children to think but to do, and good
+      thinking must always come before well doing, Toots' mamma knew a kind
+      German lady who understood teaching the little ones, and after some delay
+      a school was opened and Toots was a pupil. He cried hard at first. He was
+      afraid of strangers, and he dreaded to speak aloud before them, although
+      he was such a rogue at home. His mamma bought him a pretty lunch basket
+      and put in it some little cakes for his lunch, and then they rode away in
+      the horse car to the schoolroom. After the first day Toots was always
+      ready to go. "It is only play," he said. But it was more than play, for
+      every night Toots had something new to tell; sometimes he had watered the
+      plants in the school-room, sometimes he talked of cubes and triangles,
+      sometimes he sang a little song. Toots was learning without knowing it,
+      and all the time he was very happy. No one was allowed to say a naughty
+      word, no one was ever rude or unkind, and all the little eyes and hands
+      were trained.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0007" id="linkimage-0007"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="fig" style="width:65%;">
+      <img src="images/0016m.jpg" alt="0016m " width="100%" /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/0016.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+    <p>
+      When Toots told his grandma about the seed germ of a plant and how it grew
+      she said, "Ah, I wish I could have gone to such a school; the children are
+      very fortunate now a days." One day Toots brought his grandma a pretty
+      book-mark he had worked, and he could tell the names of all the colors in
+      it and the names of the stitches. Such pretty things as he made in clay,
+      such dainty shapes and forms, it really was quite wonderful to see them
+      and hear the little fellow in kilt skirts talk about them. One day Toots
+      did not come home from the Kindergarten as usual. His favorite car driver
+      shook his head as he passed the house. Toots had not come out to ride home
+      with him. Grandma was much worried. "Never mind," said mamma, "he is quite
+      safe, perhaps they are all out for walk, or studying the trees or flowers
+      in the garden; he will come in the next car, for his teacher always puts
+      him on herself." When the next car came, there was the little boy, smiling
+      and happy. The children had taken a long walk with their teacher, and when
+      they returned Toots had fallen asleep, so the kind teacher would not
+      disturb him, and the little fellow was well rested.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      After dinner he had a long story to tell about the lungs of plants and the
+      edges of leaves, which were like little saws, and a pretty pitcher-plant
+      he had seen. When his story was complete he added, "All my children shall
+      go to a Kindergarten, for it is the nicest place in the world 'cept
+      mamma's room."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0003" id="link2H_4_0003"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      THE HAPPY HOUR.
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0008" id="linkimage-0008"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="figleft" style="width:20%;">
+      <img src="images/9018.jpg" alt="9018 " width="100%" /><br /><a
+      href="images/9018.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </div>
+    <p>
+      VERY night just before bedtime Toots and his mamma had a happy hour
+      together.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Sometimes a friend or two would share the pleasures of this evening hour,
+      and Toots enjoyed it much more if Bessie or Flossie, or some of his mates,
+      could hear mamma's stories or verses written expressly for children. When
+      Toots was quite small he was rude enough one day to strike his nurse, and
+      after mamma had heard all the story, she read these lines about
+    </p>
+    <h3>
+      JOHNNIE'S TROUBLES.
+    </h3>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      My mamma's sorry, now, she is;
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      I don' know what I'se done;
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      S'pec' she feels sorry jess bekause
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      I slapped old nurse like fun.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      Old nurse she digs and shates me too;
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      I wish I went to stool;
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      Teacher won't set me down so hard,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      An' call me "little fool."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      She pinches awful! dess I know,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      My arms is black an' blue;
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      She says she "hopes to do to Heaven
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      I hope I shan't do too.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      I don't like nurses&mdash;do you now?
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      Dey is dest as mean as dirls;
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      When I dits big I'll let'em know
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      Dey musn't pull my turls.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      My mamma she's real dood, she is;
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      On most the days I play
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      With her jess like she was a boy,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      She hugs me every day.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      My mamma she don't stold me none,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      I dess she don't know how;
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      But nurse, oh, my! she spoke so loud;
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      Hush, she is toming now!
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      No, dat ain't nurse, an' ain't I glad?
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      I jess know what I'll do,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      I'll do tell mamma I was bad,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      An' I feel sorry too.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      I dess Dod made my mamma sure,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      She is so sweet and nice;
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      But who made nurse, s'pose you know?
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      I'll ask my Drandma Rice.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /> <br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0009" id="linkimage-0009"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="fig" style="width:65%;">
+      <img src="images/0020m.jpg" alt="0020m " width="100%" /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/0020.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0004" id="link2H_4_0004"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      ELFIE.
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0010" id="linkimage-0010"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="figleft" style="width:20%;">
+      <img src="images/9021.jpg" alt="9021 " width="100%" /><br /><a
+      href="images/9021.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </div>
+    <p>
+      MONG Toots' friends was a little girl whose name was Elfie. She lived just
+      across the way, and her papa's garden joined that of Toots' mamma. There
+      was a large gate, between the gardens, and the children went back and
+      forth in the summer. They seldom quarrelled, and both children were glad
+      to share their playthings. When Toots had the scarlet fever and was shut
+      up in a room with his mamma and nurse, Elfie cried to have the fever too,
+      so she could see him. It was summer time when Toots was sick, and
+      sometimes when he was tired and restless he would moan so Elfie could hear
+      him in the garden. One day when it was very warm and every one was tired
+      and cross, Auntie bathed Elfie and put her on the bed, but she did not
+      stay there long; she began to think of Toots&mdash;how warm he must be,
+      how tired of the bed and that ugly dark room. Suddenly Elfie remembered
+      that people used to bring her mamma pretty flowers when she was ill.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0011" id="linkimage-0011"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="fig" style="width:65%;">
+      <img src="images/0022m.jpg" alt="0022m " width="100%" /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/0022.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+    <p>
+      Perhaps she might carry Toots some flowers; her auntie was fast asleep and
+      the nurse was out. Yes, she would go into the garden and get the prettiest
+      flowers there for poor Toots. She had no shoes&mdash;auntie had put them
+      away&mdash;and no stockings; but it would not matter; plenty of children
+      never had shoes or stockings, and it could not hurt very much, for they
+      could run.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Just then a low moan was heard and that decided Elfie; she sprang up and
+      ran down stairs; no one was in sight but Touser, and he was such a good
+      dog, he only lapped her bare feet with his tongue, so little Elfie went
+      into the garden and began to gather flowers.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Presently she heard another moan from the sick-room, and she ran as fast
+      as she could through the gate and up to the door. One of the servants was
+      just coming out. "Why, little Elfie!" said she, "you will hurt those poor
+      bare feet and you must not come here now, did any one send you?"
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "No, I runned away,'coz I wanted Toots to have some flowers, and I wish I
+      could have the fever too, and be sick with him."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "Poor child!" said the maid, "Master Toots shall have your flowers and he
+      is better to-day, only the great heat makes him moan; wait here a bit
+      until I send them up to his room and then I will take you home."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The flowers were carried to the sick-room and Toots smiled when they told
+      him what his little friend said. "Tell her not to wish for the fever," he
+      said, "for I feel as if I were on fire, and there is no cool place in the
+      bed; but when I am well again we will play together at the fountain and
+      keep our store as we used to." Elfie was very happy when she heard this
+      message, and after that she sent flowers to the sick boy every day.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0005" id="link2H_4_0005"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      PAUL BROWN.
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0012" id="linkimage-0012"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="figleft" style="width:20%;">
+      <img src="images/9024.jpg" alt="9024 " width="100%" /><br /><a
+      href="images/9024.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </div>
+    <p>
+      HEN Toots first went to the Kindergarten he met there a little boy whose
+      name was Paul Brown. He was a very bright little fellow, but he could not
+      talk as well as Toots; some of his words were cut short and it sounded
+      very cunning, for Paul did his best and the Kindergarten teacher told the
+      boys and girls that no one could do better than his best. One day a little
+      baby sister came to Paul's house and this is the story he told his grandpa
+      when the old gentleman came in to see the stranger:
+    </p>
+    <h3>
+      PAUL'S REMARKS AT FOUR YEARS OF AGE.
+    </h3>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      "Fink I don't know what dat fing is,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      All wrapped up in gwanma's lap?
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      I does; nurse told me so to-day,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      It's my sisser tatin' a nap.
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      "She's only a piece of a day old now,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      But she <i>looks</i> like any fing;
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      Wight out of her great eyes all boo,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      An', ganpa, she can sing:
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      "There, don't you hear her, naughty dirl?
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      She skuled dat way&mdash;because
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      I feeled her foots, to see if 'em gowed
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      Like mine or pussy's claws.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      "Sissers ain't nice to sing dat way,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      And gwanma holds her snug;
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      I wouldn't cuy if her holded me,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      All up in dat pwetty rug.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      "Oh, yes, me knows, she's a sisser, she is,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      An' I'm jess a boy, dat's all;
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      Sissers ain't dood for much, I fink,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      Why, her couldn't hold my ball.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      "Dess if I was made a piece of a day,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      I would know some more dan dat;
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      No, ganpa, sissers ain't dood for much,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      I'll do and find my cat."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /> <br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0013" id="linkimage-0013"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="fig" style="width:65%;">
+      <img src="images/0025m.jpg" alt="0025m " width="100%" /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/0025.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0014" id="linkimage-0014"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="fig" style="width:65%;">
+      <img src="images/0026m.jpg" alt="0026m " width="100%" /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/0026.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0006" id="link2H_4_0006"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      PAUL'S VIEWS AT EIGHT YEARS OF AGE.
+    </h2>
+    <p class="pfirst">
+      <span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">W</span>HEN Paul grew
+      older and the little sister could go with him to school he changed his
+      mind about her value. Sometimes, I am sorry to say, he led her into
+      mischief, and once they were lost a whole day in the woods because Paul
+      wanted to show her how the flowers grew and the trees sang, but after all
+      the little girl made him a better boy as we shall see.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      What's that you say? "She's only a girl?"
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      Well, so much the better for that;
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      Her eyes are the prettiest I ever saw,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      Just peep at them under her hat.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      She talks in the funniest broken way,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      Just as I did once! Well, who cares?
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      I never could smile the way she does,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      Or pit-a-pat on the stairs.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      I wonder at girls, I do, Jim Pool,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      Let me try as hard as I will,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      To put my feet down easy and soft,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      They will pound and thump down still.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      And I never yet tried to close the door
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      As gentle as sister pan do,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      That it doesn't go bang and shake the house,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      "That's queer; it's just so with you."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /> <br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0015" id="linkimage-0015"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="fig" style="width:65%;">
+      <img src="images/0028m.jpg" alt="0028m " width="100%" /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/0028.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      Well, Jim, we are boys, only boys you see,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      And apt to be noisy and rough;
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      But my little sister, she just teaches me,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      One look of her eyes is enough.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      I can't tell just why, but as true as you live,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      I am better since she came here;
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      "She's only a girl!" Yes, I know, Jim Pool,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      And I'm only a boy, that's clear.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      My mother was once a girl like her,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      And she's just as good as gold;
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      What's that? oh, nonsense, I know, Jim Pool,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      My mother won't ever "grow old."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      What's that? False hair and teeth for her?
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      Go home, Jim Pool, I won't play
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      With a boy who says my mother dear
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      Will ever be "ugly and gray."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      But never mind, Jim, you ain't to blame,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      You've no sister or mother, you see;
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      If mine grows ugly, and wrinkled, and lame,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      She will still be mother to me.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /> <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0007" id="link2H_4_0007"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      MAX THE MEDDLER.
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0016" id="linkimage-0016"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="figleft" style="width:20%;">
+      <img src="images/9030.jpg" alt="9030 " width="100%" /><br /><a
+      href="images/9030.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </div>
+    <p>
+      AX was not one of Toots' "really truly friends," so Toots said, but mamma
+      and cousin Hattie were kind to Max. He needed friends badly. He had no
+      mother, and his father was a cruel, wicked man. One day when Toots and his
+      mother were spending the day with cousin Hattie, the latter said, "I have
+      some very bad news to tell you. Some wicked boy has torn down my little
+      bird-house which papa put in the maple tree for me, and my dear little
+      birds have gone away."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "How cruel!" said Toots.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "Who could climb over your high wall?" asked his mamma.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "I cannot guess," replied cousin Hattie, "but my roses are trampled, and
+      papa says it must be a boy, as he measured the footsteps."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "You had better watch for the thief, and, perhaps, we can coax him to
+      behave better in future." Miss Hattie and the servants watched in vain for
+      a week, but one day while the ladies were reading in the library the
+      servant knocked to say that a queer-looking boy had just slid down the
+      fence, and perhaps he was the thief.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The ladies went out at once and found him. He looked ragged and neglected,
+      but his face was a good one if it had only been clean and happy.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "I am sorry you climbed over that way," said cousin Hattie; "whenever you
+      would like to see my garden you shall come in if you will ring the bell."
+      The boy looked very much ashamed. "Please tell me your name."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "Max," was the brief reply.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "It is a very nice name," said cousin Hattie. "Now Max, if you will come
+      with me into the kitchen I will find some lunch for you." Max followed her
+      in, but he could not eat much; the cook looked at him sharply.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "I know him, miss," said she, "he is called Max the Meddler. He never lets
+      a poor bird or cat have any rest where he is, and he is prying about
+      everywhere. I am sure he took your bird-house."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Cousin Hattie said, "Never mind, cook; he will never do it again; perhaps
+      he will earn a new name and a better one." After he had eaten his lunch
+      the young lady took him out into the garden and told him the story of her
+      birds&mdash;how much she loved them, how her papa put up their house, and
+      how sorry she was to have them disturbed. Max looked more than ever
+      ashamed. At last he said: "I will never do so again, lady, and if you will
+      let me come and work in your garden I will pay you for the little house,
+      which I sold to another boy."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0017" id="linkimage-0017"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="fig" style="width:65%;">
+      <img src="images/0032m.jpg" alt="0032m " width="100%" /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/0032.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0008" id="link2H_4_0008"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      OUR MAY.
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0018" id="linkimage-0018"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="figleft" style="width:20%;">
+      <img src="images/9033.jpg" alt="9033 " width="100%" /><br /><a
+      href="images/9033.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </div>
+    <p>
+      ITTLE MAY is Toots' own cousin, and one of the dearest little girls you
+      ever knew!
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      She is a tender-hearted child, and, like Toots, very fond of pets. Once on
+      a cold winter day she found a poor little dead bird which the snow storm
+      of the night before had killed. She brought it to cousin Toots, and
+      together they buried it under a snowbank in the garden. One night during
+      the "Happy Hour" May said "I wish you wrote some truly verses about me,
+      dear auntie," and the very next night auntie did, and here they are:
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      In the early summer light,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      Trampling down the red and white,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      Eating clover, sweet and fair,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      Happy child with floating hair;
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      Not a thought of injured hay.
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      That's our darling,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      That's our May.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      In the garret, on the stair,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      Climbing haymows, everywhere;
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      Wearing glasses, teaching school,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      Bringing dollies up by rule,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      Working hard to call it play,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      That's our darling,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      That's our May.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /> <br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0019" id="linkimage-0019"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="fig" style="width:65%;">
+      <img src="images/0034m.jpg" alt="0034m " width="100%" /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/0034.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      In the parlor, on the floor,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      Looking all the pictures o'er;
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      Making fun of grave old books,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      Searching into sacred nooks&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      Always cheerful, always gay.
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      That's our darling,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      That's our May.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      At the door, the first to see
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      Papa, as he comes to tea,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      In his lap, with dancing eyes,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      Searching pockets for a prize,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      Asking "what you've done all day?"
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      That's our darling,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      That's our May.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      In the chamber just at night,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      Nestled in her gown of white;
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      Eyelids closed on cheeks of red,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      Kneeling by her little bed,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      Lisping "teach me how to pray."
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      That's our darling,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      That's our May.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      Future woman, what maybe
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      Life with all its cares to thee?
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      Who shall say in after time,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      Blessings on that head of thine?
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      Rich and good thy life we pray,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      God's and ours,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      Dear little May.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /> <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0009" id="link2H_4_0009"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      A BUBBLE PARTY.
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0020" id="linkimage-0020"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="figleft" style="width:20%;">
+      <img src="images/9036.jpg" alt="9036 " width="100%" /><br /><a
+      href="images/9036.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </div>
+    <p>
+      HEN Toots was four years old, his mamma thought she would let him have a
+      birthday party. She wrote the invitations on the prettiest little paper,
+      with funny frogs and dogs and cats in the corner, and each little envelope
+      was made to match. Twenty-five pretty little notes to twenty-five dear
+      little people, and every one came. No one else ever had such a party
+      before. Large tables were covered with books and toys, all manner of games
+      were waiting to be played, and in one corner of the children's play-room
+      was a table with bowls, plates, and pipes, and all the children were
+      invited to blow bubbles. Such fun as they had! Some blew large and some
+      blew small, and those who laughed hard blew none at all. At last Toots and
+      Robbie Mason began to see something in the soap bubble, "beautiful colors
+      like the rainbow," said Toots.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "More of them," said Robbie, and then all the children began to wonder.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "What makes it?" asked Robbie, eagerly; "I wish I knew?"
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "I will tell you," said mamma. "When a ray of light is divided, as it
+      always is when it reaches an object on which to rest, it has different
+      colors, because each color has different powers and is refracted or turned
+      from its course. Let us cast a ray of light on this piece of glass called
+      a prism; now examine it closely, here we have seven colors&mdash;red,
+      orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and violet The red is bent out of its
+      course the least and it remains at the bottom; the blue is refracted most
+      and goes to the top. Now blow a nice bubble, little Daisy, and I will
+      explain the colors. You see the film is thicker in some places than in
+      others, and that causes different powers of refraction or turning aside of
+      the rays, and therefore, you observe different colors; as the soap bubble
+      constantly changes its thickness, the rays vary or change also."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "There isn't any soap in the real rainbow in the clouds, is there?" asked
+      thoughtful Robbie.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "Oh, no; when the clouds opposite the sun are dark and rain is still
+      falling, the rays of the bright sun are divided by the rain drops as they
+      would be here with my prism." #
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      After the children grew tired of bubbles they had many games and a nice
+      supper, after which they went home saying it was the best party they ever
+      went to.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0021" id="linkimage-0021"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="fig" style="width:65%;">
+      <img src="images/0037m.jpg" alt="0037m " width="100%" /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/0037.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0022" id="linkimage-0022"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="fig" style="width:65%;">
+      <img src="images/0038m.jpg" alt="0038m " width="100%" /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/0038.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0010" id="link2H_4_0010"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      SEWING A SEAM.
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0023" id="linkimage-0023"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="figleft" style="width:20%;">
+      <img src="images/9039.jpg" alt="9039 " width="100%" /><br /><a
+      href="images/9039.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </div>
+    <p>
+      LOSE by the window I saw her,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      Only a bright young girl,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      With a tear on her drooping lashes,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      Half hid by a straying curl.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      June sunshine was tempting her sorely,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      The children were playing near by,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      And still she sat with her sewing,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      And the tear-drop in her eye.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      At last in anger she muttered,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      "So cruel, so hateful, and mean!
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      I lose all the brightness and beauty,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      As I sit here sewing a seam.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      "My thread grows tangled and dirty,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      My needle is sure to stick fast,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      And the girls are passing the window:
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      Please tell me that work-time has past."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      Ah, Daisy, dear child, in the future,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      As the shadows of life come and go,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      You will find some duties as irksome
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      As the seam you are trying to sew.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /> <br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0024" id="linkimage-0024"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="fig" style="width:65%;">
+      <img src="images/0040m.jpg" alt="0040m " width="100%" /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/0040.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      Threads will knot, Daisy dear, and the needles
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      Will rust if you wet them with tears;
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      And seams will grow rough to your fingers,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      When feeble and trembling with years.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      Even brightness may pass like the sunshine,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      Your life holding one little gleam;
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      But God is still watching my darling,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      He knows we are sewing a seam.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      Dear Grandma is wiser but cheerful,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      She sits by the window to-day;
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      Where the sunlight is kissing her forehead,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      And children are near her at play.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      A smile in place of your tear-drop,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      Grey locks where your golden are seen;
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      She says God's loved hath illumined
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      Her life, and made easy each seam.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      She, too, can think of a summer day,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      So sunny and bright in the past;
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      But her lips always say, "Father take me,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      When play-time and work-time are past."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /> <br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0025" id="linkimage-0025"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="fig" style="width:65%;">
+      <img src="images/0041m.jpg" alt="0041m " width="100%" /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/0041.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0011" id="link2H_4_0011"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      A FOUR-FOOTED FRIEND.
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0026" id="linkimage-0026"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="figleft" style="width:20%;">
+      <img src="images/9042.jpg" alt="9042 " width="100%" /><br /><a
+      href="images/9042.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </div>
+    <p>
+      LL Toots' playmates among the boys and girls knew how very fond he was of
+      his four-footed friends, and the children were very fond of watching him
+      when he made his pets perform all sorts of tricks. Poor Toots was nearly
+      ill one day when one of his pet cats was found dead in the stable. He
+      cried and would not be comforted, but his mamma said that poor pussy had
+      not been well for a long time, and she probably died in a fit. Not long
+      after Pussy Meek's death, Toots was confined to his room with a bad cough,
+      and his mamma went to a store to buy some cough drops which the doctor had
+      ordered. When the old lady who kept the store heard that Toots was ill she
+      said, "I wish I had something nice to send him; he is so polite and kind.
+      Do you suppose he would like another kitten? We have three beauties now,
+      and our cat mother is a fine old mouser."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "He would like it very much. I left him just now crying for his dear pet
+      Pussy Meek."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "Dear little fellow!" said the old lady, "he shall have the very prettiest
+      one we have."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Then she took a candy-box and made some holes in it and put the prettiest
+      little kitty inside.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Toots was wild with pleasure; he sat up in bed and held her in his arms,
+      then he fed her some warm milk, and at last she cuddled down with her
+      little head peeping out of the bosom of his night-gown, and then she slept
+      a long, long time. Toots was much troubled to find a pretty name for her.
+      At last he said, "poor little Pussy, we cannot find a name good enough or
+      sweet enough for you." His mamma said suppose we call her <i>Psyche.</i>
+      This pleased Toots very much and the new kitty was duly named Pysche, and
+      a nice ribbon was tied about her neck. For many days she lived in Toots'
+      room and nestled close to him. As she grew older she grew wiser and very
+      full of fun. All summer long she chased flies and grasshoppers, and when
+      the children played ball, Pysche understood it all and took her place
+      properly. She has two very cunning tricks&mdash;one was to never enter a
+      door if she could make some one open a window to let her in, and the other
+      was to hide away at bedtime and then come out to play when all the house
+      was still. In the summer time Pysche went to the seaside with the family,
+      where she was a great pet with the grown-up people as well as the
+      children.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0027" id="linkimage-0027"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="fig" style="width:65%;">
+      <img src="images/0044m.jpg" alt="0044m " width="100%" /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/0044.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0012" id="link2H_4_0012"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      NAUGHTY SANDY
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0028" id="linkimage-0028"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="figleft" style="width:20%;">
+      <img src="images/9045.jpg" alt="9045 " width="100%" /><br /><a
+      href="images/9045.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </div>
+    <p>
+      NLY a doll! I wouldn't cry,"
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent5">
+      Said naughty, teasing Sandy;
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent5">
+      "She's just a lot of rags and things
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      I'd rather have some candy."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      But little sister cried and cried,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      It was her "bestest" treasure;
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      While naughty Sandy tried and tried
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      To tease her for his pleasure.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      "Don't cry, dear pet," the sister said,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      "Some day he would be sorry
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      To have us treat his pretty boat
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      As he is treating Dolly."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      "Only a doll," said he again,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      "A boat is ten times better;
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      This thing can't sail; I'll go and see
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      If she can swim, I'll let her."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      Oh, sister, make him div' her back;
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      He'll kill my darling pet;
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      Don't let him put her in the pond
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      And get her nice d'ess wet.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      "You's very cruel, bruver, now-;
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      Please, div' her back to me;
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      'Tause she's my only darlin' child,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      She sleeps upon my knee."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      "Only a little, mean old doll,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      Not worth my bat or ball;
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      Hark! take your baby; here comes pa;
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      I hear him in the hall."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      "Teasing again? Ah! Sandy, lad,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      Remember this, I pray:
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      Only a coward teases one
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      Too small to get away.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      "Go to your room, my boy, and there
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      Think how this game would please,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      If sister Nell should serve you so,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      And always try to tease."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0013" id="link2H_4_0013"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      FLOSSIE'S HANDS.
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0029" id="linkimage-0029"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="figleft" style="width:20%;">
+      <img src="images/9048.jpg" alt="9048 " width="100%" /><br /><a
+      href="images/9048.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </div>
+    <p>
+      LOSSIE helps ever so much," said Toots, one day&mdash;"she dusts the
+      chairs in her mother's room, waters the plants, and holds her auntie's
+      worsted. Her auntie is knitting a new rug for the phaeton."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "Little hands should always help," said mamma, "they were made to be
+      useful, and I know Flossie is happier when she is doing something to make
+      home pleasant. One day I heard Flossie saying, "Oh dear! I wish I had
+      something to do. I am tired of my dollies, I don't want to read, and there
+      is no one here for me to play with." I said, "My dear little girl, your
+      mamma has too much to do; she will give you something, and auntie will be
+      glad to have you help her; those little hands must be kept busy every
+      day." Soon after Flossie learned how to dust the chairs, then she picked
+      the bits of thread from the carpet, then she gave the canary some food and
+      water, and now she is making a dress for her dollie. In a few short months
+      Flossie will learn to do a great many useful things and no one will hear
+      her say, "I wish I had something to do."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "I always have enough to do," said Toots, "I cannot get time to read half
+      the books I like, and then there are so many pets to take care of, beside
+      the skating and sliding in winter, and the fun at the seaside in summer,
+      and when I am at grandpa's he calls me 'a little worker.'"
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Just then Flossie came running after Toots. "Would he go with her to buy
+      some rolls for tea and take a book back to the library?"
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Toots was very glad to go and carry some books for mamma, beside he must
+      stop at the post-office for some stamps, and bring home a sheet of
+      transparent paper to make some paper balloons for the children in the
+      hospital. Such busy little people as they were! and how happy, too!
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      That night when Toots was fast asleep, his good mother said to his papa:
+      "Children do more than we give them credit for; last week I kept an
+      account of all the kind and useful things performed by our little boy, and
+      it would surprise you to see how much it all amounts to. Beside the
+      errands for me he has thought of others, and that is good for us all. I
+      really think he has found more pleasure in mending old books and toys for
+      sick children than in having them for himself, and Flossie is quite
+      another little girl since she learned to help mamma."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0030" id="linkimage-0030"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="fig" style="width:65%;">
+      <img src="images/0049m.jpg" alt="0049m " width="100%" /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/0049.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0031" id="linkimage-0031"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="fig" style="width:65%;">
+      <img src="images/0050m.jpg" alt="0050m " width="100%" /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/0050.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0014" id="link2H_4_0014"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      JAMIE DOON.
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0032" id="linkimage-0032"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="figleft" style="width:20%;">
+      <img src="images/9051.jpg" alt="9051 " width="100%" /><br /><a
+      href="images/9051.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </div>
+    <p>
+      E is lying on his pillows
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent5">
+      All day, sweet Jamie Doon
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent5">
+      His little back is crooked,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      Yet he sings a merry tune.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      For light of heart is Jamie,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      Poor cripple though he be;
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      He is cheerful as the sunshine,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      Or the birdies on the tree.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      What makes you so contented,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      My little Jamie boy?"
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      Asks a thoughtful lady, kindly,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      When she carries him a toy.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      I have so many blessings,"
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      Said gentle Jamie Doon,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      I watch the flowers, and birdies
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      Oft sing for me a tune.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      Then the children come to see me,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      And every one is kind;
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      It might be worse you see, Miss,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      If I were deaf and blind."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      Ah, gentle little Jamie!
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      Count blessings day by day;
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      It might be worse, indeed, lad,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      So smile and sing away.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /> <br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0033" id="linkimage-0033"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="fig" style="width:65%;">
+      <img src="images/0052m.jpg" alt="0052m " width="100%" /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/0052.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+    <p>
+      Jamie had once been a very active boy and a good scholar, but his back was
+      injured by a blow given him by a thoughtless playmate, and ever since he
+      has been a great sufferer. It is a dreadful thing to injure any one for
+      life, and boys cannot be too careful when playing with each other. I am
+      sorry to say that the little boy who hurt Jamie does not seem to care for
+      the terrible ruin he has wrought; perhaps he has not been taught at home
+      to think kindly and tenderly of others.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0015" id="link2H_4_0015"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      FIVES.
+    </h2>
+    <h3>
+      A LITTLE STORY IN RHYME.
+    </h3>
+    <p class="pfirst">
+      <span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">F</span>IVE little
+      sparrows one sunny morn
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      Eating their breakfast out in the corn:
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      Five little boys, cruel as boys can be,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      Longing to kill those birds blithe and free:
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      Five little stones that whizzed in the air,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      And fell all at once where the sparrows were:
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      Five little sparrows that flew safe away
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      For sparrows are quicker than boys, any day:
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      Five little boys that looked quite forlorn
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      As they wandered on through the waving corn.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /> <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0016" id="link2H_4_0016"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      OLIVER TWIST AT HOME.
+    </h2>
+    <div class="figleft" style="width:20%;">
+      <img src="images/9054.jpg" alt="9054 " width="100%" /><br /> <a
+      href="images/9054.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </div>
+    <p>
+      LIVER TWIST was the name of a fine rooster or gamecock which belonged to
+      Toots' grandpa, and many were the stories told of him. He became quite
+      famous in the family, and out of it, and none of the children wanted him
+      killed or sold even if he grew too old to walk. When grandpa bought Oliver
+      he carried him home between his knees in the carriage, while he drove
+      Frisk, the pony. Toots' mamma sat by his side with a huge basket in her
+      lap containing a fine old mother hen with ten little chicks. They were all
+      going into grandpa's coop at the farm, and then he would take care of them
+      for Toots.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "I suppose I have been very foolish to pay such a price for this fellow,"
+      said grandpa, "but he is smart enough to peck pretty hard."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      All the way to the farm the new rooster made himself as disagreeable as he
+      could, now biting grandpa's hands, and now his knees, until the dear old
+      man wished he had never seen him. At last he was safe in the hen-house,
+      where he soon began to eat, and, as he never seemed satisfied, he was
+      called Oliver Twist.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "There has been an old fox about here stealing chicks," said the hired
+      man, "but this Oliver will tackle him, I reckon."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The hired man was right. Only a few days after grandpa heard a great noise
+      among the poultry, and there was a large fox trying to get into the
+      chicken-yard from the barn. Grandpa stole softly into the house and got
+      his gun. When he went back Oliver was pecking at the head and eyes of the
+      fox with all his might. Oliver was very angry but did not show any signs
+      of fear, while the fox tried in vain to get nearer. At last the old fox
+      made up his mind to spring over and eat chicken for his lunch, but just
+      then, bang! went grandpa's gun, and the sly enemy tumbled over on the barn
+      floor.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      When Oliver heard the gun he thought he was shot too, for he fell down and
+      closed his eyes. When grandpa petted and praised him, and held out a dish
+      of corn, he seemed to think better of it, and began to strut about, while
+      all the hens cackled in chorus and seemed very proud of their defender.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Poor Oliver met with an accident during the cold winter weather; his
+      beautiful red comb was frozen and fell off. He seemed so ashamed of it
+      that he could not or would not hold up his head, but a nice new comb has
+      grown now and he is as proud and lordly as ever. Indeed, only yesterday he
+      was seen driving a strange cat out of the yard.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0034" id="linkimage-0034"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="fig" style="width:65%;">
+      <img src="images/0056m.jpg" alt="0056m " width="100%" /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/0056.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0017" id="link2H_4_0017"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      MRS. WHITE'S FAMILY.
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0035" id="linkimage-0035"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="figleft" style="width:20%;">
+      <img src="images/9057.jpg" alt="9057 " width="100%" /><br /><a
+      href="images/9057.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </div>
+    <p>
+      P at grandpa's farm the chicks were very happy since the old fox was
+      killed, and as Toots wanted some more cunning little ones to play with and
+      feed when he went up for a visit, grandpa decided to put some eggs under
+      Mrs. White. Now, Mrs. White was a very fine hen, and although she had
+      never raised any chicks of her own, she seemed so kind and gentle that
+      grandpa was sure she would make a kind mother. He selected the eggs with
+      great care, marking some very choice ones with a blue pencil. Mrs. White
+      sat very quietly upon her nest for many days, until it was time for the
+      little chicks to come out of their shell houses; then grandpa paid her a
+      visit. Three little ones were already toddling about, and Mrs. White
+      seemed to be in great distress concerning some others who were just trying
+      to see what the world was made of. Grandpa helped the little fellows by
+      picking away small bits of the shell, and then he hurried away to make
+      some nice dough for them. When he returned, Mrs. White was nowhere to be
+      seen, so grandpa covered the little new babies with some wool and then
+      looked for the neglectful mother. He soon found her in the yard with
+      Oliver Twist and a large flock of hens.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0036" id="linkimage-0036"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="fig" style="width:65%;">
+      <img src="images/0058m.jpg" alt="0058m " width="100%" /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/0058.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+    <p>
+      Grandpa caught her and carried her back, but Mrs. White hurt the little
+      ones and refused to scratch for them. She covered them with her wings for
+      a few moments while grandpa was there, and then ran away again.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Grandpa tried shutting her up, but still she hurt her little chicks and at
+      last killed one. Then grandpa told her she was a cruel, wicked mother, and
+      he carried the chicks into the kitchen and covered them over in a nice
+      warm basket. There they nestled for several days until they began to hop
+      out and get under grandma's feet. After that they had a little house in
+      the shed and soon grew very fast. Toots called them the orphans, and never
+      again liked Mrs. White, although she was so handsome. Soon after this
+      grandpa put some eggs under a queer old hen which all the family called
+      Mrs. Gummidge, she was so cross and queer. When her chicks came she was a
+      very kind mother and scratched for them all day long. She was very proud
+      of them, too, and seemed to say, "Did you ever see such little darlings?"
+      Mrs. Gummidge went about with her children until they were large enough to
+      take care of themselves, and then she sat quietly on some more eggs and
+      raised another family, but none of them ever seemed quite so precious to
+      Toots as the little neglected chicks of Mrs. White.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0037" id="linkimage-0037"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="fig" style="width:65%;">
+      <img src="images/0059m.jpg" alt="0059m " width="100%" /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/0059.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0018" id="link2H_4_0018"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      BUD AND BUNNIE.
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0038" id="linkimage-0038"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="figleft" style="width:20%;">
+      <img src="images/9060.jpg" alt="9060 " width="100%" /><br /><a
+      href="images/9060.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </div>
+    <p>
+      WO dear little girlies, born at the same time, with eyes, hair, and little
+      faces so exactly alike that even their mother could not tell them apart;
+      and when their pictures were taken and sent to Toots' papa, every one
+      wondered which was Bud and which was Bunnie. The twins' papa was an old
+      classmate of Toots' papa, and as soon as the baby girls came he wrote a
+      very funny letter telling all about them. He said they were both like
+      little rosebuds, and he was puzzled to know what to call them, so he
+      simply nicknamed them Bud and Bunnie until the mamma could decide upon a
+      name.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "They are dear little bits of womanhood," he said, when the children were
+      three years old, "and I am ashamed to say that we still go on calling them
+      by the old pet names. It would please you to see them at play, they are so
+      very happy. Bunnie, who is a little more gentle than her sister, often
+      gives up to her in their sports; and yet Bud is never cross. She takes the
+      lead because she is fitted for it, while Bunnie nestles down and is
+      content to do as she is told. They are into mischief every hour in the day&mdash;good-natured
+      mischief of course. Sometimes we find them dressed in their mother's
+      clothes, sometimes in my coats.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "Not long ago my wife and I determined to send a hamper of good things to
+      her old nurse, who has been very unfortunate. We collected all our gifts
+      and were about to pack them, when we chanced to think of a new prayer-book
+      in large type, so away we went, to buy it, for she would not go without me
+      and I would not know how to select without her. When we returned to the
+      store-room where we were packing, what did we see but our twins, Bud and
+      Bunnie, both seated in the hamper. They made such a charming picture that
+      I sketched them on the spot."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Of course Toots' papa sent back a letter at once, and said they were the
+      dearest little girlies in the world, and he wished he had some himself;
+      but he was quite sure that his boys were just as good boys as ever grew,
+      and he would send their pictures to prove it.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0039" id="linkimage-0039"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="fig" style="width:65%;">
+      <img src="images/0062m.jpg" alt="0062m " width="100%" /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/0062.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0040" id="linkimage-0040"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="fig" style="width:65%;">
+      <img src="images/0061m.jpg" alt="0061m " width="100%" /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/0061.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0019" id="link2H_4_0019"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      DAISY DEAN.
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0041" id="linkimage-0041"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="figleft" style="width:20%;">
+      <img src="images/9063.jpg" alt="9063 " width="100%" /><br /><a
+      href="images/9063.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </div>
+    <p>
+      AISY DEAN is a little lass,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent5">
+      With rosy cheeks and eyes like glass;
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent5">
+      When she sulks she is very queer,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent5">
+      When she smiles she is very dear;
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      Pretty and fair as a flower is she,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      Busy and quick as a little bee.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      Good or bad, do what she may,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      We wash and dress her every day;
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      Comb her hair, and give her milk,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      And dress her well with sash of silk.
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      With all her faults, we never have seen
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      A dearer girl than our Daisy Dean.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Daisy was much pleased with her little verses, "all her own," as she said,
+      and I heard her whispering to her friend May that she would never sulk
+      again if she could help it. Daisy has one serious fault: she never puts
+      things in their places. One morning she could not find her hat anywhere,
+      and her mamma made her go to school without it. Daisy cried and wanted to
+      wear her best one, but her mamma said, "No; that would not teach her to
+      remember." The girls were much amused when Daisy entered the dressing-room
+      at school without any hat on.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "What have you done with it?" asked May.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0042" id="linkimage-0042"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="fig" style="width:65%;">
+      <img src="images/0064m.jpg" alt="0064m " width="100%" /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/0064.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+    <p>
+      "I don't know; it is lost somewhere."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "What a careless little girl! Why, I always hang mine up in one place when
+      I go home from school or play," said May.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "So do I," said several of the girls, but some of the boys did not speak,
+      and a little bird whispers to me that some of my kindest "little friends
+      throw their caps down on the floor, table, lounge, chairs, or the first
+      place they can find." Oh, oh, boys! this is too bad, for "order is
+      heaven's first law."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0043" id="linkimage-0043"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="fig" style="width:65%;">
+      <img src="images/0065m.jpg" alt="0065m " width="100%" /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/0065.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0020" id="link2H_4_0020"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      THE COMMISSARY.
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0044" id="linkimage-0044"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="figleft" style="width:20%;">
+      <img src="images/9066.jpg" alt="9066 " width="100%" /><br /><a
+      href="images/9066.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </div>
+    <p>
+      COMMISSARY is one who furnishes supplies of food to an army or body of
+      men, but I dare say you never heard of a dog commissary. He lived at the
+      boarding-school where Toots' mamma went when a little girl, and his owner
+      was the lady who kept the school. Her son brought him home one day and
+      taught him many tricks. Every day he went to market for the family, and it
+      was great fun for the younger girls to see "Captain Com" go out with his
+      basket in his mouth. His errands were always faithfully done. No boy ever
+      dared to meddle with Com, and although he went five blocks to market no
+      one ever tried to get his note out of the basket. Every morning he waited
+      until madam consulted with cook and wrote down the order, and then when it
+      was put into his care he would trot away in a very happy frame of mind.
+      "Com" was very good to the younger pupils. He would let them drive him in
+      a little cart, or play tag with them by the hour. Once in the vacation,
+      when nearly all the pupils had gone home, madam said: "We will not send an
+      order to the butcher to-day; it is so warm, we will have a light lunch."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "Com" did not like this; he was very restless for a long time, and at last
+      one of the children said, "I think Com has gone to market. He tried to get
+      his basket from the nail and he could not; then he ran away."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "We will go out for a walk and see," said madam, "for 'Com' can do
+      everything but talk, and he is greatly distressed because I did not order
+      dinner."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      When they reached the butcher's, there was "Com" with his paws on the
+      cutting block, patiently waiting to be served.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "He deserves a nice dinner," said the butcher, and he gave him some meat;
+      still "Com" was not satisfied; he wanted it put up in paper and laid in a
+      basket before he would go away. "Com" never would touch a bit of meat
+      until he went home to cook, with his marketing.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Where Com lived they did not have letter carriers or postmen, and his
+      mistress made a little mail-bag for him which he carried to the office
+      morning and night. He always entered by the back door, and the clerk would
+      kindly wait upon him. Sometimes his bag would be full of letters and
+      papers for the pupils, and then "Com" was very proud. Every night this
+      wise dog guarded the house, and madam always felt quite happy about the
+      younger children if "Com" was with them.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0045" id="linkimage-0045"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="fig" style="width:65%;">
+      <img src="images/0068m.jpg" alt="0068m " width="100%" /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/0068.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0021" id="link2H_4_0021"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      HOW MAY WAS CURED.
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0046" id="linkimage-0046"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="figleft" style="width:20%;">
+      <img src="images/9069.jpg" alt="9069 " width="100%" /><br /><a
+      href="images/9069.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </div>
+    <p>
+      O wise person ever expects children to be perfect&mdash;grown people are
+      not&mdash;still all can try to overcome their faults and grow wiser day by
+      day.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Although little May was a very sweet child, as she grew older she began to
+      fret about little things, and one day when she was urged to learn her
+      lesson in arithmetic she said, "I wish I never had to see another old
+      arithmetic; I hate them all!"
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      May's mother was very patient, and she had her own thoughts about
+      punishing children. When her little daughter showed such ill-temper she
+      said, quietly: "May dear, I am going out to do some errands; would you
+      like to go?"
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      May was delighted; she would do any thing to get away from her hateful
+      book. Their first visit was to a shop where fruit was sold, and then to a
+      florist's where the lady bought some flowers.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "Now where shall we go, mamma?"
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "You will see presently, my dear. We will take a car and make a call on a
+      friend of mine."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0047" id="linkimage-0047"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="fig" style="width:65%;">
+      <img src="images/0070m.jpg" alt="0070m " width="100%" /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/0070.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+    <p>
+      At last they got out and went up some steps, where a lad answered their
+      ring at the door.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      When they entered they saw a little girl seated on a chair with her hands
+      folded. She was blind. She heard their footsteps and said, "Please be
+      seated, ladies."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "How long have you been blind, dear?" asked May's mother.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "Four years, madam. I was very ill and have never seen the light since."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "You must remember many things which you saw before your illness?"
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "Oh, yes; and it makes me very happy. I know just how the grass looks, and
+      how blue the sky is, and when I am tired I think of it over and over."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      After some more conversation the matron came in and gladly welcomed May
+      and her mother. "I would like to show my little girl through the school,"
+      said the latter, and the matron kindly took them into various rooms. Not
+      one of the children could see, yet all seemed happy and busy. Some were
+      getting lessons, some were knitting, the boys in the work-room were
+      putting new seats into chairs, and yet all were blind.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      It was a sad sight to little May, and after she had left the flowers and
+      fruit she went away looking quite thoughtful: Since that day she never
+      complains when asked to get a lesson, and even her music is not tiresome
+      when she thinks of blind Maggie.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0022" id="link2H_4_0022"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      HARRY'S GUEST.
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0048" id="linkimage-0048"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="figleft" style="width:20%;">
+      <img src="images/9072.jpg" alt="9072 " width="100%" /><br /><a
+      href="images/9072.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </div>
+    <p>
+      HE'S only an orphan," mother dear,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent5">
+      "Her father and mother are dead;
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      She hasn't a home to shelter her,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      Or a hat to cover her head.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      "I found her crying alone in the street,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      And nobody seemed to care;
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      I know she is hungry and tired now&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      Please give her all of my share.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      "I am glad we have tea in the garden to-night
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      For she wouldn't go into our home;
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      I could hardly coax her up here, papa,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      She hasn't a friend, not one."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      "Come in, little girl, sit down here and eat,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      We have plenty of food and to spare;
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      You are tired, poor child. Go Harry, my love,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      And get your young friend a chair.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      "There, now you have eaten, pray tell us why
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      You wander alone in the street;
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      And why there is none to look after your clothes,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      And keep you more tidy and neat?"
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      "My mother just died, and they took her away,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      And our landlady said I must go;
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      And all of our things belonged to her,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      To pay up the rent we owe.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      "I went to the river to sit down and think,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      For no one cared for me now;
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      I wanted to die like my own dear ma,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      But I could not&mdash;I did not know how.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      "This boy he spoke kindly, and led me away,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      He said he would bring me to you;
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      I knows I am dirty, not fit to be seen,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      But, lady, my story is true."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      So they took her in, as Harry had said,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      And they cared for her kindly and well&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      The good they have done and the good they will do,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      Only angels in heaven can tell.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /> <br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0049" id="linkimage-0049"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="fig" style="width:65%;">
+      <img src="images/0073m.jpg" alt="0073m " width="100%" /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/0073.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0050" id="linkimage-0050"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="fig" style="width:65%;">
+      <img src="images/0074m.jpg" alt="0074m " width="100%" /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/0074.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0023" id="link2H_4_0023"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      A TIRED VISITOR.
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0051" id="linkimage-0051"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="figleft" style="width:20%;">
+      <img src="images/9075.jpg" alt="9075 " width="100%" /><br /><a
+      href="images/9075.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </div>
+    <p>
+      NE day in the summer Toots sat on the doorstep talking with his little
+      friend, Fred Haldon, when a man came up to the gate with a hand-organ and
+      asked if he might come in.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "Oh, mamma! mamma!" called Toots, "come as soon as you can, for he has a
+      monkey with him."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      His mother looked out of the window and nodded to the man. "Yes, he could
+      play if he wished." Then she went out on the doorstep with the children.
+      The monkey came to her at once. It looked so tired and sad, she said,
+      "Poor little fellow!" He seemed to understand her, for he sprang into her
+      lap and rubbed his head against her hand.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "How tired he is!" she said kindly, "do let him rest while we feed him."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The monkey would not eat much, he seemed too weary, but he bowed his
+      thanks and then put his head on her hand again. When the man stopped
+      playing the lady told him he would lose his monkey if he did not let it
+      rest.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0052" id="linkimage-0052"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="fig" style="width:65%;">
+      <img src="images/0076m.jpg" alt="0076m " width="100%" /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/0076.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+    <p>
+      The man laughed and sat down under a tree. This seemed to please the
+      monkey, for he went to him and kissed him and then returned to his new
+      friend, nestling down in her lap like a tired child.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "He has danced too much when it was warm," said the man in broken English.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "Then you must be very good and let him sleep." After a good rest the
+      organ-grinder went away with him, and soon after Toots went with all the
+      family to the sea-side, where the monkeys in the park made them think of
+      their tired little visitor. Long, long after, when winter came and all the
+      family were in town and all the aunts and cousins were invited to meet
+      grandpa Bergland&mdash;little May's grandpa from over the sea, the door
+      opened just in the very midst of the Christmas festival, and in walked
+      Leno, all dressed in his best suit.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "Where is his master?" asked Toots, "bring him in and let him show us the
+      old tricks."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      So the master came in. He said, "the kind ladies and gentlemen must excuse
+      him, but he could not make Leno pass the gate where the lady was so kind
+      to him when he was sick."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "He was quite sick then, poor thing!" said Toots' mamma.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "He was very sick, dear lady. I took him away in the cool country, but he
+      was like to die, and for many days I thought I must leave him there, for
+      he could neither eat nor sleep, only look in my face and make a sad noise.
+      I could not Leno die, for he is my only friend."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "There, mamma," said grandpa Bergland, "you was kind to the dumb brute and
+      it did thank you."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0024" id="link2H_4_0024"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      MR. SMITH'S FAMILY.
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0053" id="linkimage-0053"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="figleft" style="width:20%;">
+      <img src="images/9078.jpg" alt="9078 " width="100%" /><br /><a
+      href="images/9078.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </div>
+    <p>
+      MAN who took charge of the park was very kind to Toots and allowed him to
+      feed the parrots, birds, and rabbits. The rabbit-house was a favorite
+      place with the children. They never tired of watching them, and the family
+      was so large that the good keeper who cared for them called the old rabbit
+      "Mr. Smith."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "You see he has so many children, his name must be Smith," said he.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The children fed them grass and clover, and many of the little creatures
+      had pet names, but it was impossible to name them all, for the family
+      increased so fast. One morning when the gardener went into the park to
+      look at some plants he had set out the day before, he found them all out
+      of the ground and the earth thrown about in every direction. "Ah!" said
+      he, "those puppies must be shut up; they did all this mischief last night;
+      I heard them barking."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Then the gardener took the three puppies and shut them in a cellar, while
+      he hurried his garden-making, in order to get more plants in place before
+      the superintendent came that way. He was so anxious to get the plants
+      cared for before the sun was hot that he quite neglected the other pets.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      While he was hard at work Toots ran to him crying, "Oh, Mr. Snyder, they
+      are all out, the whole of Mr. Smith's family, and there is a big hole dug
+      down under their house."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Sure enough, the house was empty and the family nowhere to be seen. Toots
+      and the boys found them at last hiding under some steps. After some
+      trouble and much chasing about over the grounds they were put into their
+      cage and the big hole was securely fastened.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Toots released the puppies and fed them well, while Mr. Smith's family
+      seemed tired out with their travels and were glad to lie down and rest.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      That evening while the family sat on the piazza watching the moonlight on
+      the water, something ran up the steps and hid in one corner.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "It must be one of those ugly rats," said Aunt Bell.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "No, indeed, it is some poor hunted thing seeking refuge," said mamma.
+      "Bring me a lamp, Bridget, and let us see."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The lamp was brought and there in one corner of the piazza was a poor,
+      lonely little rabbit. He had strayed from the rest, and now when it was
+      dark he sought shelter where he heard familiar voices.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0054" id="linkimage-0054"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="fig" style="width:65%;">
+      <img src="images/0080m.jpg" alt="0080m " width="100%" /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/0080.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0025" id="link2H_4_0025"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      WHAT SHALL WE DO WITH BABY?
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0055" id="linkimage-0055"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="figleft" style="width:20%;">
+      <img src="images/9081.jpg" alt="9081 " width="100%" /><br /><a
+      href="images/9081.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </div>
+    <p>
+      HAT shall we do with baby,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent5">
+      The bright-eyed mischievous one?
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent5">
+      He wakens us all in the morning,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      Two hours before the sun.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      From the time that his peepers open,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      He pinches and pulls at our nose;
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      Or, perhaps, by way of diversion,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      He gives us a taste of his toes.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      We find him rattles and clothes-pins,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      We give him books by the score,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      And make him a house in the corner
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      When lo! he is at the door.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      We pile up a basket of playthings,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      And seat the rogue in a chair;
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      We leave to order the dinner,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      Behold! no baby is there.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      He has found his way to the closet,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      He is rattling our chinaware;
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      We run&mdash;he is clasping a goblet,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      And trying to climb a chair.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /> <br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0056" id="linkimage-0056"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="fig" style="width:65%;">
+      <img src="images/0082m.jpg" alt="0082m " width="100%" /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/0082.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      He is full of the funniest capers,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      And scolds in the funniest way;
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      But never will own he is weary,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      Or rest from his busy play.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      He struggles and battles with slumber,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      He scratches and picks at his eyes,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      We fancy him quietly sleeping,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      But baby is watching the flies.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      We give him a seat at the table,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      We make him a house of our chairs,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      And while the coach is preparing,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      The baby is tumbling down stairs.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      The apples are thrown from the basket,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      His milk is spilled on the floor;
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      Bread and butter sticks to the carpet,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      And sugar sticks on the door.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      We puzzle our brains to amuse him,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      We bow to his lordly will;
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      But do what we may, the baby
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      Is never a moment still.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      Oh, what shall we do with baby&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      With his fun, and frolic, and fears?
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      He charms us all with his mischief,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      And conquers us all with his tears.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /> <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0026" id="link2H_4_0026"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      DADDY TOUGH.
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0057" id="linkimage-0057"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="figleft" style="width:20%;">
+      <img src="images/9084.jpg" alt="9084 " width="100%" /><br /><a
+      href="images/9084.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </div>
+    <p>
+      T was a queer, very queer name, but the soldiers gave it to him, and when
+      you hear how he conducted himself you will not wonder. Daddy Tough lived
+      in a fort in the western country, and he belonged to the United States
+      Government. On one side he had the letters "U. S." branded, in order to
+      keep people from stealing him. The children in the fort all called those
+      letters "Uncle Sam," and everything with that mark on it was said to
+      belong to Uncle Sam, meaning the Government.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The children about the fort used to ride on his back in a sort of double
+      saddle made of willow. One day the soldiers took him inside of a small
+      gate in order to remove some ashes from a cellar. The cart was backed in
+      and Daddy stood with his head just outside of the gate. He looked like a
+      droll picture in a frame. There he stood winking his eyes and shaking his
+      long ears. When the soldiers had the ashes all in the wagon they told
+      Daddy to go on, but he would not move; then they coaxed him but he did not
+      stir. His driver pelted and pulled, but Daddy winked and never moved a
+      step.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "We must get him away somehow," said the soldiers, and at last they struck
+      him. Daddy looked at them in the most reproachful manner, but he did not
+      move an inch. For more than half an hour the poor soldiers tried to have
+      him carry his burden away.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "We must be all cleared up before dress parade," said one.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "We must get him out of here somehow," said the other.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "Just think how the boys would laugh if they saw Daddy standing here
+      winking while the colonel was issuing his orders at dress parade."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "It will never do," said the driver. "Come, Daddy, you must move on or you
+      will disgrace the command."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Daddy looked knowing, but still stood firm. Other soldiers came and they
+      tried, but Daddy would not yield even after hard whipping. Then the
+      colonel came out and told them what to do, but Daddy winked at the colonel
+      as if to say, "I like this place very much and I will not go even for
+      you."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      When all efforts had failed the colonel's wife said,
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "Let me try; we cure horses of ill-temper by feeding them sugar."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "Nothing will cure Daddy," said her husband, "but you may try."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The lady brought out some sugar and gave Daddy a taste. He shook his ears
+      and made a sort of grunt. Then she patted him and held it farther away and
+      at last he marched after her out of the gate and ran so fast he upset part
+      of the ashes. After that when Daddy grew sulky a little sugar would win
+      him over.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0058" id="linkimage-0058"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="fig" style="width:65%;">
+      <img src="images/0086m.jpg" alt="0086m " width="100%" /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/0086.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0027" id="link2H_4_0027"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      BUTTON BLUE.
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0059" id="linkimage-0059"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="figleft" style="width:20%;">
+      <img src="images/9087.jpg" alt="9087 " width="100%" /><br /><a
+      href="images/9087.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </div>
+    <p>
+      OOTS had a brother much older than himself, and never were two boys better
+      friends. Nothing pleased Toots more than stories of his brother's pranks
+      when he was small. Then Toots' parents travelled nearly all the time, and
+      their eldest boy saw a great deal of this busy world. All the soldiers in
+      his father's regiment called him "Button Blue," for when they first saw
+      him he wore little dresses with a good many buttons on them. After that he
+      had a jacket and pants, or, as he called them, "Bocker-nickers." He was a
+      droll little fellow, and always managed to twist words about. The soldiers
+      were very fond of Button, and made him many presents. They taught him
+      games of all kinds, and here we see him showing the major's little
+      daughter how to play cat's cradle.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0060" id="linkimage-0060"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="fig" style="width:65%;">
+      <img src="images/0088m.jpg" alt="0088m " width="100%" /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/0088.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+    <p>
+      One day Button Blue was lost and all the camp was astir. The black man,
+      whose duty it was to care for him, said he left him at the sutler's little
+      store, and the sutler said he saw him playing with a dog near the
+      flag-staff just before the general's door. The general was away on
+      horseback and he had not taken the child, for some one had seen seen him
+      riding away with one of his officers and their orderlies. The men were
+      nearly wild over the lost boy, but Button's mother said she only feared
+      his going to the river, and yet Button never went anywhere without
+      permission. The dinner hour came and went, but no boy answered to the
+      summons, and men were sent in different directions to find him. They had
+      not returned when the general came up on horseback.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "We are in great trouble, sir," said the surgeon; "the colonel's boy is
+      lost."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "Button, our little Button; it is impossible. Have you sent out men to
+      search? Have you looked in all the men's quarters? Why, bless you, I
+      kissed the little rogue good-bye the last thing before starting; we had a
+      grand romp together. I will go myself to search for him." The general
+      sprang off his horse and unlocked the door of the little house known as
+      his headquarters. He threw his gloves on the table and said aloud in an
+      anxious tone:
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "Why, I love that rascal like one of my own. He must be somewhere about."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "We have searched everywhere, sir, and no trace can be found. Even the
+      colonel is discouraged, but his mother will not give up. She says he will
+      be found."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "Found! found! of course he will," replied the general. "Why, there isn't
+      a man or boy that doesn't love Button."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "Here I am, General," piped a boy's voice; and there, just waking up from
+      a sound sleep, was the boy who had slipped in as the general's servant
+      locked the door, and then, tired with play, threw himself on a lounge
+      behind a screen where his friend the general had often rested.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0028" id="link2H_4_0028"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      THE STORY OF THE CUCKOO.
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0061" id="linkimage-0061"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="figleft" style="width:20%;">
+      <img src="images/9090.jpg" alt="9090 " width="100%" /><br /> <a
+      href="images/9090.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </div>
+    <p>
+      T was a dreary, rainy day, and Toots and his cousins were gathered in the
+      library, where a cheerful open fire made them forget the chilling rain
+      outside.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "Auntie," said May, "please tell me why you keep that pretty bird always
+      sitting above your desk?"
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "Toots has something to do with that. It is his bird, and perhaps you
+      would like to hear about it; wait one moment until I get you a dish of
+      fruit, and I will tell you how the pretty bird came here:
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "One summer when Toots was quite small and not very strong, our family
+      doctor said, 'Couldn't you go and camp out in the pine woods somewhere for
+      a few weeks?' At first it seemed quite impossible to take all the family,
+      but Button Blue was so active and helpful, and the cook said she would
+      like the fun of it, so at last we went, taking care to be near a house
+      where we could get pure water. We had two tents. One was our parlor by day
+      and the boys' bedroom by night; the other held my bed and an easy camp cot
+      for Toots. We were very cosey and happy. The birds sang over our heads all
+      day, and at night we could hear the whip-poor-will's note only a few feet
+      from our tent door."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "What did you do when it rained?" asked one of the boys.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "We drew the tent curtains close, made little ditches outside to carry off
+      the water, and read, played games, or told stories. One day a party of
+      gentlemen came to our camp. They were out hunting, and one of them had in
+      his game bag a pretty cuckoo he had just killed. Poor Toots felt terribly
+      when he saw it. Only the day before he had heard its pretty note, 'Cuckoo!
+      cuckoo!' and we had told him that its name was given it because it made
+      that peculiar song."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "I think he was wicked to shoot it," said Toots.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "We all felt very sorry," said his mother, "and I think the hunters did,
+      too, for they promised to keep away from our camp and avoid shooting any
+      of our pets. When they left us, they told Toots he would hear from them
+      again, but we forgot all about it until one day a small box was brought to
+      our house by the expressman. It was directed to Toots and marked 'with
+      care.' On opening it we found our little friend the cuckoo handsomely
+      stuffed and mounted on a branch. Toots was very much pleased and it has
+      stood where it now is ever since it came."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "I wish he could fly once more, and say 'Cuckoo, cuckoo,' as he used to,"
+      said Toots.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0062" id="linkimage-0062"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="fig" style="width:65%;">
+      <img src="images/0092m.jpg" alt="0092m " width="100%" /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/0092.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0029" id="link2H_4_0029"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      MAJOR AND BENJAMINA.
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0063" id="linkimage-0063"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="figleft" style="width:20%;">
+      <img src="images/9093.jpg" alt="9093 " width="100%" /><br /><a
+      href="images/9093.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </div>
+    <p>
+      KIND lady and dear friend of Toots and his mother owns a bright little dog
+      named Benjamina. Its mother was blind and lame when the little puppy was
+      born, and the good lady thought it was the child of the dog mother's old
+      age; so she called it Benjamina, and a very cunning, wise little creature
+      she is.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Benjamina likes to curl up on a sofa pillow and take life easy. Nearly
+      every day she takes a walk with her mistress and frisks about here and
+      there. Once when they were out walking, naughty Bennie ran too near the
+      horse car and was kicked by one of the horses. She lay quite still for a
+      moment, and all who saw her feared she was dead. Before any one could
+      reach her, a large, strong dog who belonged to a neighbor sprang across
+      the street and carried her to her mistress. Poor doggie had a bad cut in
+      her side which the doctor sewed up, and it was so very sore that she could
+      not lie down for many days. It was quite pitiful to see it walk around and
+      around in a circle, trying to go to sleep. Old Major came every day to see
+      her, and when he was allowed to come into the room he would sit down
+      gravely and look at her. He evidently wanted to say, "I am very, very
+      sorry for you and shall be glad to see you out again."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0064" id="linkimage-0064"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="fig" style="width:65%;">
+      <img src="images/0094m.jpg" alt="0094m " width="100%" /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/0094.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+    <p>
+      After a time poor Benjamina grew well enough to sit in a chair at the
+      window, and Major would sit outside on the piazza and look at her. They
+      really seemed to understand each other perfectly. If anything went wrong
+      in the street Major would run down the steps and attend to it, and then
+      come back to his station before the window. At last Bennie was taken out
+      for a drive and Major ran all the way by the side of the carriage, barking
+      with pleasure.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Once Bennie's mistress found a large bone put on her piazza, which Major
+      had brought for his friend's breakfast, and great was the good fellow's
+      delight when it was carried to Bennie.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Major went to church every Sunday and sat in the porch until his master
+      came out; he tried very hard to go inside but was never allowed to do so.
+      When the sexton went out to open the doors Major would shake himself and
+      take his position on the steps. Once he came on Sunday and tried to coax
+      Bennie out, but her mistress said no. When I last saw Bennie she was
+      sitting in her mistress' lap while she wrote some letters. Major is still
+      the same faithful friend and visits her every day.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0030" id="link2H_4_0030"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      THE COMMODORE'S GUESTS.
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0065" id="linkimage-0065"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="figleft" style="width:20%;">
+      <img src="images/9096.jpg" alt="9096 " width="100%" /><br /><a
+      href="images/9096.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </div>
+    <p>
+      OW happy the little people were at the seashore! There was so much to see
+      and so much to do that the long days ran quickly away.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Toots and his friend learned many things. They caught hermit crabs, and
+      were told how they stole shell houses to live in. They found star fish,
+      and horse-shoe crabs, and beautiful sea anemones, and sometimes a kind old
+      sailor would tell them about trawls, lobster traps, nets, and the queer
+      tricks of the various fish they caught.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Away out on a point of rocks near the water lived some very bright little
+      boys who often came to play with Toots. One day their parents were invited
+      to visit a beautiful yacht lying in the harbor. The ladies and gentlemen
+      were much pleased, and when they returned from their visit they told the
+      children all about it. Two little boys, Philip and Harry, who lived in the
+      cottage at the point, heard the story with much pleasure; so did Toots,
+      who wished he could see it. One morning when the wind blew hard and the
+      water was covered with white caps, Philip's mother missed both her little
+      boys. "Perhaps they have gone over to Toots'," she said. Their sister
+      inquired, but Toots was swinging in the hammock with another little
+      friend. He had not seen Philip or Harry all the morning. Then the nurse
+      and all the family began to look, but no boys could they find.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      At last an old sailor said, "There's a little boat a-bob-bing up and down
+      out there, and I think it has two little chaps in it."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The ladies took a glass, and there indeed were the two little rogues
+      liable to be drowned at any moment; but two kind sailors went after them
+      and brought them safe on shore.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "Where were you going?" asked their mamma.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "To visit the Tommodore's pretty water-house."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Both boys were very small and could not speak distinctly.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "But how strange! you were not invited," said their mother.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "Oh, yes, I 'vited 'Ilip and 'Ilip Vited me!"
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "What would you have done if you had reached the yacht?"'
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "I was going to 'duce 'Ilip to the Tommodore and 'Ilip was going to 'duce
+      me."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "But you must not introduce people anywhere unless you are welcome
+      yourself and invited. When the Commodore invites my little boys, I will
+      take them out to his yacht and introduce them myself. Besides, the water
+      is very rough and you are too young to row a boat so far."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "We could do it;'cause 'Ilip rowed one oar and I rowed the other. We like
+      it."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Their mother was very glad to get them back again, and the good Commodore
+      never knew what funny little guests he missed seeing that summer morning.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0066" id="linkimage-0066"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="fig" style="width:65%;">
+      <img src="images/0098m.jpg" alt="0098m " width="100%" /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/0098.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0031" id="link2H_4_0031"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      HARVEST FESTIVAL.
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0067" id="linkimage-0067"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="figleft" style="width:20%;">
+      <img src="images/9099.jpg" alt="9099 " width="100%" /><br /><a
+      href="images/9099.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </div>
+    <p>
+      RAIN, plenty of grain,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent5">
+      Sang the birds in the harvest field;
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent5">
+      Grain, plenty of grain;
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      H ow grandly it doth yield!
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      Grain, plenty of grain,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      Eat, and chirp, and sing;
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      Come one and all to the harvest field,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      Each with buoyant wing.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      Grain, plenty of grain,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      The reapers are out to-day;
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      And every bird from far and near,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      Must sing a roundelay.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      Grain, plenty of grain,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      And not a farmer near;
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      Chirp, chirp, how glad are we,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      To find this harvest here!
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      Over the top of the stack,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      Down on the bundle bound;
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      Swoop and pick, and sing your songs;
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      Such a feast is seldom found.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /> <br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0068" id="linkimage-0068"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="fig" style="width:65%;">
+      <img src="images/0100m.jpg" alt="0100m " width="100%" /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/0100.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      Chirp, chirp, chirp,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      Sing with all your might,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      The glorious day will soon be done,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      And the harvest ends to-night.
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      Grain, plenty of grain,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      Eat your fill, my friends;
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      Let us gladly, cheerfully take,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      The food the dear God sends.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "I think," said Toots, "that every song you read is the best one, and I
+      wish birds could talk.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "They certainly talk to each other," said his mother, "and the robins in
+      our apple-tree try very hard to answer me when I talk to them."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0069" id="linkimage-0069"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="fig" style="width:65%;">
+      <img src="images/0101m.jpg" alt="0101m " width="100%" /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/0101.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0070" id="linkimage-0070"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="fig" style="width:65%;">
+      <img src="images/0105m.jpg" alt="0105m " width="100%" /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/0105.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+    <div style="height: 6em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+
+<div>*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 45388 ***</div>
+  </body>
+</html>
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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of Toots and his Friends, by Kate Tannatt Woods
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+Title: Toots and his Friends
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+Author: Kate Tannatt Woods
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+    <h1>
+      TOOTS AND HIS FRIENDS
+    </h1>
+    <h2>
+      By Kate Tannatt Woods
+    </h2>
+    <h5>
+      Author Of "Twice Two," "Six Little Rebels," "Doctor Dick," "Out And
+      About," Etc. <br /> <br /> Cassell &amp; Company, Limited New York, London
+      And Paris <br /> <br /> 1883
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+      <b>CONTENTS</b>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0001"> HOW TOOTS WENT TO BED. </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0002"> TOOTS AT THE KINDERGARTEN. </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0003"> THE HAPPY HOUR. </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0004"> ELFIE. </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0005"> PAUL BROWN. </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0006"> PAUL'S VIEWS AT EIGHT YEARS OF AGE. </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0007"> MAX THE MEDDLER. </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0008"> OUR MAY. </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0009"> A BUBBLE PARTY. </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0010"> SEWING A SEAM. </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0011"> A FOUR-FOOTED FRIEND. </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0012"> NAUGHTY SANDY </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0013"> FLOSSIE'S HANDS. </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0014"> JAMIE DOON. </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0015"> FIVES. </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0016"> OLIVER TWIST AT HOME. </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0017"> MRS. WHITE'S FAMILY. </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0018"> BUD AND BUNNIE. </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0019"> DAISY DEAN. </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0020"> THE COMMISSARY. </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0021"> HOW MAY WAS CURED. </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0022"> HARRY'S GUEST. </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0023"> A TIRED VISITOR. </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0024"> MR. SMITH'S FAMILY. </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0025"> WHAT SHALL WE DO WITH BABY? </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0026"> DADDY TOUGH. </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0027"> BUTTON BLUE. </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0028"> THE STORY OF THE CUCKOO. </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0029"> MAJOR AND BENJAMINA. </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0030"> THE COMMODORE'S GUESTS. </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0031"> HARVEST FESTIVAL. </a>
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0001" id="link2H_4_0001"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      HOW TOOTS WENT TO BED.
+    </h2>
+     <p class="pfirst">
+<span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">T</span>OOTS is our baby. He is a queer one too; up early, and always in dread of
+      bed-time. One morning, not long ago, we heard him singing, and on looking
+      for him, found the little rogue in the very middle of our best bed in the
+      guest chamber, where he was playing hand-organ with a long hairpin put
+      through the pretty pillow covers which had just come home from the
+      laundry. There he sat singing a droll medley of "Uncle Ned," "Blessed
+      Desus," and "Down in the Coal Mine." He had been watching two soldiers
+      with a hand-organ, and Toots likes to do everything he sees done. While we
+      were putting the guest-room in order, Toots marched out as a blind man,
+      with his eyes shut and a cane in his hand. This brought him to grief, for
+      he was picked up at the foot of the stairs with two large bumps on his
+      pretty white brow. Toots was quiet then for a little while, a very little
+      while, for as soon as we decided that his bones were all sound and a
+      doctor need not be called, he "played sick," and asked for "shicken brof"
+      and toast.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      One night mamma was imprudent, for she said to a visitor, who was praising
+      the little fellow, "Oh, yes, Toots is always lovely and gentle at
+      bed-time." That very night while mamma was resting on the lounge, and her
+      friend was chatting, both ladies heard a mysterious clicking. "It can't be
+      Toots," said mamma; "his eyes were closed when I left him." Then the
+      clicking came again louder than ever, and suddenly a crash as of breaking
+      glass. Mamma sprang up at once, and there was Toots seated on a bath-tub
+      driving for dear life with two of his best sashes for reins. He had
+      fastened one on each side of the mirror, and in his eagerness to drive
+      fast, had tumbled down toilet-bottles, cushions, and all the pretty things
+      his mamma loved to see. Toots was playing circus. Barnum had been in town
+      the day before, and Toots had made a grand procession with chairs, books,
+      bottles, pictures, and everything his little hands could reach. Such a
+      happy, beaming face was never seen before. "Why, Toots, I thought you were
+      asleep," said mamma. "No, I hab too much to do, my 'cession is coming up
+      street fast."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      When he was quite small, Toots used to spend hours in the garden safely
+      fastened into the standing stool which his grandpa had when a little boy.
+      The little fellow's face was so bright, and his large eyes so full of
+      innocent fun, that no one could be angry with Toots even when he did very
+      strange and unexpected things.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0006" id="linkimage-0006"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="fig" style="width:65%;">
+      <img src="images/0013m.jpg" alt="0013m " width="100%" /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/0013.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0002" id="link2H_4_0002"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      TOOTS AT THE KINDERGARTEN.
+    </h2>
+    <p class="pfirst">
+      <span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">W</span>HEN Toots was old
+      enough to enter a little school, his mamma said he must go to a
+      Kindergarten, which, you all know, is a delightful place for all children.
+      Our good German friends first thought of it for their little people, and
+      here in America we have found it an excellent fashion to follow. Block
+      building, song singing, and drawing with pretty things in needlework, and
+      forms in clay, not only teach the children to think but to do, and good
+      thinking must always come before well doing, Toots' mamma knew a kind
+      German lady who understood teaching the little ones, and after some delay
+      a school was opened and Toots was a pupil. He cried hard at first. He was
+      afraid of strangers, and he dreaded to speak aloud before them, although
+      he was such a rogue at home. His mamma bought him a pretty lunch basket
+      and put in it some little cakes for his lunch, and then they rode away in
+      the horse car to the schoolroom. After the first day Toots was always
+      ready to go. "It is only play," he said. But it was more than play, for
+      every night Toots had something new to tell; sometimes he had watered the
+      plants in the school-room, sometimes he talked of cubes and triangles,
+      sometimes he sang a little song. Toots was learning without knowing it,
+      and all the time he was very happy. No one was allowed to say a naughty
+      word, no one was ever rude or unkind, and all the little eyes and hands
+      were trained.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0007" id="linkimage-0007"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="fig" style="width:65%;">
+      <img src="images/0016m.jpg" alt="0016m " width="100%" /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/0016.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+    <p>
+      When Toots told his grandma about the seed germ of a plant and how it grew
+      she said, "Ah, I wish I could have gone to such a school; the children are
+      very fortunate now a days." One day Toots brought his grandma a pretty
+      book-mark he had worked, and he could tell the names of all the colors in
+      it and the names of the stitches. Such pretty things as he made in clay,
+      such dainty shapes and forms, it really was quite wonderful to see them
+      and hear the little fellow in kilt skirts talk about them. One day Toots
+      did not come home from the Kindergarten as usual. His favorite car driver
+      shook his head as he passed the house. Toots had not come out to ride home
+      with him. Grandma was much worried. "Never mind," said mamma, "he is quite
+      safe, perhaps they are all out for walk, or studying the trees or flowers
+      in the garden; he will come in the next car, for his teacher always puts
+      him on herself." When the next car came, there was the little boy, smiling
+      and happy. The children had taken a long walk with their teacher, and when
+      they returned Toots had fallen asleep, so the kind teacher would not
+      disturb him, and the little fellow was well rested.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      After dinner he had a long story to tell about the lungs of plants and the
+      edges of leaves, which were like little saws, and a pretty pitcher-plant
+      he had seen. When his story was complete he added, "All my children shall
+      go to a Kindergarten, for it is the nicest place in the world 'cept
+      mamma's room."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0003" id="link2H_4_0003"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      THE HAPPY HOUR.
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0008" id="linkimage-0008"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="figleft" style="width:20%;">
+      <img src="images/9018.jpg" alt="9018 " width="100%" /><br /><a
+      href="images/9018.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </div>
+    <p>
+      VERY night just before bedtime Toots and his mamma had a happy hour
+      together.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Sometimes a friend or two would share the pleasures of this evening hour,
+      and Toots enjoyed it much more if Bessie or Flossie, or some of his mates,
+      could hear mamma's stories or verses written expressly for children. When
+      Toots was quite small he was rude enough one day to strike his nurse, and
+      after mamma had heard all the story, she read these lines about
+    </p>
+    <h3>
+      JOHNNIE'S TROUBLES.
+    </h3>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      My mamma's sorry, now, she is;
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      I don' know what I'se done;
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      S'pec' she feels sorry jess bekause
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      I slapped old nurse like fun.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      Old nurse she digs and shates me too;
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      I wish I went to stool;
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      Teacher won't set me down so hard,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      An' call me "little fool."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      She pinches awful! dess I know,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      My arms is black an' blue;
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      She says she "hopes to do to Heaven
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      I hope I shan't do too.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      I don't like nurses&mdash;do you now?
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      Dey is dest as mean as dirls;
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      When I dits big I'll let'em know
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      Dey musn't pull my turls.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      My mamma she's real dood, she is;
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      On most the days I play
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      With her jess like she was a boy,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      She hugs me every day.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      My mamma she don't stold me none,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      I dess she don't know how;
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      But nurse, oh, my! she spoke so loud;
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      Hush, she is toming now!
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      No, dat ain't nurse, an' ain't I glad?
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      I jess know what I'll do,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      I'll do tell mamma I was bad,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      An' I feel sorry too.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      I dess Dod made my mamma sure,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      She is so sweet and nice;
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      But who made nurse, s'pose you know?
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      I'll ask my Drandma Rice.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /> <br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0009" id="linkimage-0009"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="fig" style="width:65%;">
+      <img src="images/0020m.jpg" alt="0020m " width="100%" /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/0020.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0004" id="link2H_4_0004"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      ELFIE.
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0010" id="linkimage-0010"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="figleft" style="width:20%;">
+      <img src="images/9021.jpg" alt="9021 " width="100%" /><br /><a
+      href="images/9021.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </div>
+    <p>
+      MONG Toots' friends was a little girl whose name was Elfie. She lived just
+      across the way, and her papa's garden joined that of Toots' mamma. There
+      was a large gate, between the gardens, and the children went back and
+      forth in the summer. They seldom quarrelled, and both children were glad
+      to share their playthings. When Toots had the scarlet fever and was shut
+      up in a room with his mamma and nurse, Elfie cried to have the fever too,
+      so she could see him. It was summer time when Toots was sick, and
+      sometimes when he was tired and restless he would moan so Elfie could hear
+      him in the garden. One day when it was very warm and every one was tired
+      and cross, Auntie bathed Elfie and put her on the bed, but she did not
+      stay there long; she began to think of Toots&mdash;how warm he must be,
+      how tired of the bed and that ugly dark room. Suddenly Elfie remembered
+      that people used to bring her mamma pretty flowers when she was ill.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0011" id="linkimage-0011"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="fig" style="width:65%;">
+      <img src="images/0022m.jpg" alt="0022m " width="100%" /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/0022.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+    <p>
+      Perhaps she might carry Toots some flowers; her auntie was fast asleep and
+      the nurse was out. Yes, she would go into the garden and get the prettiest
+      flowers there for poor Toots. She had no shoes&mdash;auntie had put them
+      away&mdash;and no stockings; but it would not matter; plenty of children
+      never had shoes or stockings, and it could not hurt very much, for they
+      could run.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Just then a low moan was heard and that decided Elfie; she sprang up and
+      ran down stairs; no one was in sight but Touser, and he was such a good
+      dog, he only lapped her bare feet with his tongue, so little Elfie went
+      into the garden and began to gather flowers.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Presently she heard another moan from the sick-room, and she ran as fast
+      as she could through the gate and up to the door. One of the servants was
+      just coming out. "Why, little Elfie!" said she, "you will hurt those poor
+      bare feet and you must not come here now, did any one send you?"
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "No, I runned away,'coz I wanted Toots to have some flowers, and I wish I
+      could have the fever too, and be sick with him."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "Poor child!" said the maid, "Master Toots shall have your flowers and he
+      is better to-day, only the great heat makes him moan; wait here a bit
+      until I send them up to his room and then I will take you home."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The flowers were carried to the sick-room and Toots smiled when they told
+      him what his little friend said. "Tell her not to wish for the fever," he
+      said, "for I feel as if I were on fire, and there is no cool place in the
+      bed; but when I am well again we will play together at the fountain and
+      keep our store as we used to." Elfie was very happy when she heard this
+      message, and after that she sent flowers to the sick boy every day.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0005" id="link2H_4_0005"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      PAUL BROWN.
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0012" id="linkimage-0012"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="figleft" style="width:20%;">
+      <img src="images/9024.jpg" alt="9024 " width="100%" /><br /><a
+      href="images/9024.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </div>
+    <p>
+      HEN Toots first went to the Kindergarten he met there a little boy whose
+      name was Paul Brown. He was a very bright little fellow, but he could not
+      talk as well as Toots; some of his words were cut short and it sounded
+      very cunning, for Paul did his best and the Kindergarten teacher told the
+      boys and girls that no one could do better than his best. One day a little
+      baby sister came to Paul's house and this is the story he told his grandpa
+      when the old gentleman came in to see the stranger:
+    </p>
+    <h3>
+      PAUL'S REMARKS AT FOUR YEARS OF AGE.
+    </h3>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      "Fink I don't know what dat fing is,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      All wrapped up in gwanma's lap?
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      I does; nurse told me so to-day,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      It's my sisser tatin' a nap.
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      "She's only a piece of a day old now,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      But she <i>looks</i> like any fing;
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      Wight out of her great eyes all boo,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      An', ganpa, she can sing:
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      "There, don't you hear her, naughty dirl?
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      She skuled dat way&mdash;because
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      I feeled her foots, to see if 'em gowed
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      Like mine or pussy's claws.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      "Sissers ain't nice to sing dat way,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      And gwanma holds her snug;
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      I wouldn't cuy if her holded me,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      All up in dat pwetty rug.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      "Oh, yes, me knows, she's a sisser, she is,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      An' I'm jess a boy, dat's all;
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      Sissers ain't dood for much, I fink,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      Why, her couldn't hold my ball.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      "Dess if I was made a piece of a day,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      I would know some more dan dat;
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      No, ganpa, sissers ain't dood for much,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      I'll do and find my cat."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /> <br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0013" id="linkimage-0013"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="fig" style="width:65%;">
+      <img src="images/0025m.jpg" alt="0025m " width="100%" /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/0025.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0014" id="linkimage-0014"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="fig" style="width:65%;">
+      <img src="images/0026m.jpg" alt="0026m " width="100%" /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/0026.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0006" id="link2H_4_0006"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      PAUL'S VIEWS AT EIGHT YEARS OF AGE.
+    </h2>
+    <p class="pfirst">
+      <span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">W</span>HEN Paul grew
+      older and the little sister could go with him to school he changed his
+      mind about her value. Sometimes, I am sorry to say, he led her into
+      mischief, and once they were lost a whole day in the woods because Paul
+      wanted to show her how the flowers grew and the trees sang, but after all
+      the little girl made him a better boy as we shall see.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      What's that you say? "She's only a girl?"
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      Well, so much the better for that;
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      Her eyes are the prettiest I ever saw,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      Just peep at them under her hat.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      She talks in the funniest broken way,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      Just as I did once! Well, who cares?
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      I never could smile the way she does,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      Or pit-a-pat on the stairs.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      I wonder at girls, I do, Jim Pool,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      Let me try as hard as I will,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      To put my feet down easy and soft,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      They will pound and thump down still.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      And I never yet tried to close the door
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      As gentle as sister pan do,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      That it doesn't go bang and shake the house,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      "That's queer; it's just so with you."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /> <br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0015" id="linkimage-0015"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="fig" style="width:65%;">
+      <img src="images/0028m.jpg" alt="0028m " width="100%" /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/0028.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      Well, Jim, we are boys, only boys you see,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      And apt to be noisy and rough;
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      But my little sister, she just teaches me,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      One look of her eyes is enough.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      I can't tell just why, but as true as you live,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      I am better since she came here;
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      "She's only a girl!" Yes, I know, Jim Pool,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      And I'm only a boy, that's clear.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      My mother was once a girl like her,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      And she's just as good as gold;
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      What's that? oh, nonsense, I know, Jim Pool,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      My mother won't ever "grow old."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      What's that? False hair and teeth for her?
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      Go home, Jim Pool, I won't play
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      With a boy who says my mother dear
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      Will ever be "ugly and gray."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      But never mind, Jim, you ain't to blame,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      You've no sister or mother, you see;
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      If mine grows ugly, and wrinkled, and lame,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      She will still be mother to me.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /> <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0007" id="link2H_4_0007"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      MAX THE MEDDLER.
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0016" id="linkimage-0016"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="figleft" style="width:20%;">
+      <img src="images/9030.jpg" alt="9030 " width="100%" /><br /><a
+      href="images/9030.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </div>
+    <p>
+      AX was not one of Toots' "really truly friends," so Toots said, but mamma
+      and cousin Hattie were kind to Max. He needed friends badly. He had no
+      mother, and his father was a cruel, wicked man. One day when Toots and his
+      mother were spending the day with cousin Hattie, the latter said, "I have
+      some very bad news to tell you. Some wicked boy has torn down my little
+      bird-house which papa put in the maple tree for me, and my dear little
+      birds have gone away."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "How cruel!" said Toots.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "Who could climb over your high wall?" asked his mamma.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "I cannot guess," replied cousin Hattie, "but my roses are trampled, and
+      papa says it must be a boy, as he measured the footsteps."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "You had better watch for the thief, and, perhaps, we can coax him to
+      behave better in future." Miss Hattie and the servants watched in vain for
+      a week, but one day while the ladies were reading in the library the
+      servant knocked to say that a queer-looking boy had just slid down the
+      fence, and perhaps he was the thief.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The ladies went out at once and found him. He looked ragged and neglected,
+      but his face was a good one if it had only been clean and happy.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "I am sorry you climbed over that way," said cousin Hattie; "whenever you
+      would like to see my garden you shall come in if you will ring the bell."
+      The boy looked very much ashamed. "Please tell me your name."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "Max," was the brief reply.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "It is a very nice name," said cousin Hattie. "Now Max, if you will come
+      with me into the kitchen I will find some lunch for you." Max followed her
+      in, but he could not eat much; the cook looked at him sharply.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "I know him, miss," said she, "he is called Max the Meddler. He never lets
+      a poor bird or cat have any rest where he is, and he is prying about
+      everywhere. I am sure he took your bird-house."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Cousin Hattie said, "Never mind, cook; he will never do it again; perhaps
+      he will earn a new name and a better one." After he had eaten his lunch
+      the young lady took him out into the garden and told him the story of her
+      birds&mdash;how much she loved them, how her papa put up their house, and
+      how sorry she was to have them disturbed. Max looked more than ever
+      ashamed. At last he said: "I will never do so again, lady, and if you will
+      let me come and work in your garden I will pay you for the little house,
+      which I sold to another boy."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0017" id="linkimage-0017"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="fig" style="width:65%;">
+      <img src="images/0032m.jpg" alt="0032m " width="100%" /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/0032.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0008" id="link2H_4_0008"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      OUR MAY.
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0018" id="linkimage-0018"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="figleft" style="width:20%;">
+      <img src="images/9033.jpg" alt="9033 " width="100%" /><br /><a
+      href="images/9033.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </div>
+    <p>
+      ITTLE MAY is Toots' own cousin, and one of the dearest little girls you
+      ever knew!
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      She is a tender-hearted child, and, like Toots, very fond of pets. Once on
+      a cold winter day she found a poor little dead bird which the snow storm
+      of the night before had killed. She brought it to cousin Toots, and
+      together they buried it under a snowbank in the garden. One night during
+      the "Happy Hour" May said "I wish you wrote some truly verses about me,
+      dear auntie," and the very next night auntie did, and here they are:
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      In the early summer light,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      Trampling down the red and white,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      Eating clover, sweet and fair,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      Happy child with floating hair;
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      Not a thought of injured hay.
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      That's our darling,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      That's our May.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      In the garret, on the stair,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      Climbing haymows, everywhere;
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      Wearing glasses, teaching school,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      Bringing dollies up by rule,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      Working hard to call it play,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      That's our darling,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      That's our May.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /> <br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0019" id="linkimage-0019"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="fig" style="width:65%;">
+      <img src="images/0034m.jpg" alt="0034m " width="100%" /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/0034.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      In the parlor, on the floor,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      Looking all the pictures o'er;
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      Making fun of grave old books,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      Searching into sacred nooks&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      Always cheerful, always gay.
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      That's our darling,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      That's our May.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      At the door, the first to see
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      Papa, as he comes to tea,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      In his lap, with dancing eyes,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      Searching pockets for a prize,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      Asking "what you've done all day?"
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      That's our darling,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      That's our May.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      In the chamber just at night,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      Nestled in her gown of white;
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      Eyelids closed on cheeks of red,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      Kneeling by her little bed,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      Lisping "teach me how to pray."
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      That's our darling,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      That's our May.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      Future woman, what maybe
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      Life with all its cares to thee?
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      Who shall say in after time,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      Blessings on that head of thine?
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      Rich and good thy life we pray,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      God's and ours,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      Dear little May.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /> <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0009" id="link2H_4_0009"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      A BUBBLE PARTY.
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0020" id="linkimage-0020"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="figleft" style="width:20%;">
+      <img src="images/9036.jpg" alt="9036 " width="100%" /><br /><a
+      href="images/9036.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </div>
+    <p>
+      HEN Toots was four years old, his mamma thought she would let him have a
+      birthday party. She wrote the invitations on the prettiest little paper,
+      with funny frogs and dogs and cats in the corner, and each little envelope
+      was made to match. Twenty-five pretty little notes to twenty-five dear
+      little people, and every one came. No one else ever had such a party
+      before. Large tables were covered with books and toys, all manner of games
+      were waiting to be played, and in one corner of the children's play-room
+      was a table with bowls, plates, and pipes, and all the children were
+      invited to blow bubbles. Such fun as they had! Some blew large and some
+      blew small, and those who laughed hard blew none at all. At last Toots and
+      Robbie Mason began to see something in the soap bubble, "beautiful colors
+      like the rainbow," said Toots.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "More of them," said Robbie, and then all the children began to wonder.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "What makes it?" asked Robbie, eagerly; "I wish I knew?"
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "I will tell you," said mamma. "When a ray of light is divided, as it
+      always is when it reaches an object on which to rest, it has different
+      colors, because each color has different powers and is refracted or turned
+      from its course. Let us cast a ray of light on this piece of glass called
+      a prism; now examine it closely, here we have seven colors&mdash;red,
+      orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and violet The red is bent out of its
+      course the least and it remains at the bottom; the blue is refracted most
+      and goes to the top. Now blow a nice bubble, little Daisy, and I will
+      explain the colors. You see the film is thicker in some places than in
+      others, and that causes different powers of refraction or turning aside of
+      the rays, and therefore, you observe different colors; as the soap bubble
+      constantly changes its thickness, the rays vary or change also."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "There isn't any soap in the real rainbow in the clouds, is there?" asked
+      thoughtful Robbie.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "Oh, no; when the clouds opposite the sun are dark and rain is still
+      falling, the rays of the bright sun are divided by the rain drops as they
+      would be here with my prism." #
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      After the children grew tired of bubbles they had many games and a nice
+      supper, after which they went home saying it was the best party they ever
+      went to.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0021" id="linkimage-0021"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="fig" style="width:65%;">
+      <img src="images/0037m.jpg" alt="0037m " width="100%" /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/0037.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0022" id="linkimage-0022"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="fig" style="width:65%;">
+      <img src="images/0038m.jpg" alt="0038m " width="100%" /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/0038.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0010" id="link2H_4_0010"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      SEWING A SEAM.
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0023" id="linkimage-0023"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="figleft" style="width:20%;">
+      <img src="images/9039.jpg" alt="9039 " width="100%" /><br /><a
+      href="images/9039.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </div>
+    <p>
+      LOSE by the window I saw her,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      Only a bright young girl,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      With a tear on her drooping lashes,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      Half hid by a straying curl.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      June sunshine was tempting her sorely,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      The children were playing near by,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      And still she sat with her sewing,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      And the tear-drop in her eye.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      At last in anger she muttered,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      "So cruel, so hateful, and mean!
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      I lose all the brightness and beauty,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      As I sit here sewing a seam.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      "My thread grows tangled and dirty,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      My needle is sure to stick fast,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      And the girls are passing the window:
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      Please tell me that work-time has past."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      Ah, Daisy, dear child, in the future,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      As the shadows of life come and go,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      You will find some duties as irksome
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      As the seam you are trying to sew.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /> <br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0024" id="linkimage-0024"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="fig" style="width:65%;">
+      <img src="images/0040m.jpg" alt="0040m " width="100%" /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/0040.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      Threads will knot, Daisy dear, and the needles
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      Will rust if you wet them with tears;
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      And seams will grow rough to your fingers,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      When feeble and trembling with years.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      Even brightness may pass like the sunshine,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      Your life holding one little gleam;
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      But God is still watching my darling,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      He knows we are sewing a seam.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      Dear Grandma is wiser but cheerful,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      She sits by the window to-day;
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      Where the sunlight is kissing her forehead,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      And children are near her at play.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      A smile in place of your tear-drop,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      Grey locks where your golden are seen;
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      She says God's loved hath illumined
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      Her life, and made easy each seam.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      She, too, can think of a summer day,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      So sunny and bright in the past;
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      But her lips always say, "Father take me,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      When play-time and work-time are past."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /> <br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0025" id="linkimage-0025"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="fig" style="width:65%;">
+      <img src="images/0041m.jpg" alt="0041m " width="100%" /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/0041.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0011" id="link2H_4_0011"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      A FOUR-FOOTED FRIEND.
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0026" id="linkimage-0026"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="figleft" style="width:20%;">
+      <img src="images/9042.jpg" alt="9042 " width="100%" /><br /><a
+      href="images/9042.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </div>
+    <p>
+      LL Toots' playmates among the boys and girls knew how very fond he was of
+      his four-footed friends, and the children were very fond of watching him
+      when he made his pets perform all sorts of tricks. Poor Toots was nearly
+      ill one day when one of his pet cats was found dead in the stable. He
+      cried and would not be comforted, but his mamma said that poor pussy had
+      not been well for a long time, and she probably died in a fit. Not long
+      after Pussy Meek's death, Toots was confined to his room with a bad cough,
+      and his mamma went to a store to buy some cough drops which the doctor had
+      ordered. When the old lady who kept the store heard that Toots was ill she
+      said, "I wish I had something nice to send him; he is so polite and kind.
+      Do you suppose he would like another kitten? We have three beauties now,
+      and our cat mother is a fine old mouser."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "He would like it very much. I left him just now crying for his dear pet
+      Pussy Meek."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "Dear little fellow!" said the old lady, "he shall have the very prettiest
+      one we have."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Then she took a candy-box and made some holes in it and put the prettiest
+      little kitty inside.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Toots was wild with pleasure; he sat up in bed and held her in his arms,
+      then he fed her some warm milk, and at last she cuddled down with her
+      little head peeping out of the bosom of his night-gown, and then she slept
+      a long, long time. Toots was much troubled to find a pretty name for her.
+      At last he said, "poor little Pussy, we cannot find a name good enough or
+      sweet enough for you." His mamma said suppose we call her <i>Psyche.</i>
+      This pleased Toots very much and the new kitty was duly named Pysche, and
+      a nice ribbon was tied about her neck. For many days she lived in Toots'
+      room and nestled close to him. As she grew older she grew wiser and very
+      full of fun. All summer long she chased flies and grasshoppers, and when
+      the children played ball, Pysche understood it all and took her place
+      properly. She has two very cunning tricks&mdash;one was to never enter a
+      door if she could make some one open a window to let her in, and the other
+      was to hide away at bedtime and then come out to play when all the house
+      was still. In the summer time Pysche went to the seaside with the family,
+      where she was a great pet with the grown-up people as well as the
+      children.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0027" id="linkimage-0027"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="fig" style="width:65%;">
+      <img src="images/0044m.jpg" alt="0044m " width="100%" /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/0044.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0012" id="link2H_4_0012"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      NAUGHTY SANDY
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0028" id="linkimage-0028"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="figleft" style="width:20%;">
+      <img src="images/9045.jpg" alt="9045 " width="100%" /><br /><a
+      href="images/9045.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </div>
+    <p>
+      NLY a doll! I wouldn't cry,"
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent5">
+      Said naughty, teasing Sandy;
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent5">
+      "She's just a lot of rags and things
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      I'd rather have some candy."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      But little sister cried and cried,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      It was her "bestest" treasure;
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      While naughty Sandy tried and tried
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      To tease her for his pleasure.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      "Don't cry, dear pet," the sister said,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      "Some day he would be sorry
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      To have us treat his pretty boat
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      As he is treating Dolly."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      "Only a doll," said he again,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      "A boat is ten times better;
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      This thing can't sail; I'll go and see
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      If she can swim, I'll let her."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      Oh, sister, make him div' her back;
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      He'll kill my darling pet;
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      Don't let him put her in the pond
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      And get her nice d'ess wet.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      "You's very cruel, bruver, now-;
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      Please, div' her back to me;
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      'Tause she's my only darlin' child,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      She sleeps upon my knee."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      "Only a little, mean old doll,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      Not worth my bat or ball;
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      Hark! take your baby; here comes pa;
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      I hear him in the hall."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      "Teasing again? Ah! Sandy, lad,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      Remember this, I pray:
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      Only a coward teases one
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      Too small to get away.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      "Go to your room, my boy, and there
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      Think how this game would please,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      If sister Nell should serve you so,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      And always try to tease."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0013" id="link2H_4_0013"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      FLOSSIE'S HANDS.
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0029" id="linkimage-0029"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="figleft" style="width:20%;">
+      <img src="images/9048.jpg" alt="9048 " width="100%" /><br /><a
+      href="images/9048.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </div>
+    <p>
+      LOSSIE helps ever so much," said Toots, one day&mdash;"she dusts the
+      chairs in her mother's room, waters the plants, and holds her auntie's
+      worsted. Her auntie is knitting a new rug for the phaeton."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "Little hands should always help," said mamma, "they were made to be
+      useful, and I know Flossie is happier when she is doing something to make
+      home pleasant. One day I heard Flossie saying, "Oh dear! I wish I had
+      something to do. I am tired of my dollies, I don't want to read, and there
+      is no one here for me to play with." I said, "My dear little girl, your
+      mamma has too much to do; she will give you something, and auntie will be
+      glad to have you help her; those little hands must be kept busy every
+      day." Soon after Flossie learned how to dust the chairs, then she picked
+      the bits of thread from the carpet, then she gave the canary some food and
+      water, and now she is making a dress for her dollie. In a few short months
+      Flossie will learn to do a great many useful things and no one will hear
+      her say, "I wish I had something to do."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "I always have enough to do," said Toots, "I cannot get time to read half
+      the books I like, and then there are so many pets to take care of, beside
+      the skating and sliding in winter, and the fun at the seaside in summer,
+      and when I am at grandpa's he calls me 'a little worker.'"
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Just then Flossie came running after Toots. "Would he go with her to buy
+      some rolls for tea and take a book back to the library?"
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Toots was very glad to go and carry some books for mamma, beside he must
+      stop at the post-office for some stamps, and bring home a sheet of
+      transparent paper to make some paper balloons for the children in the
+      hospital. Such busy little people as they were! and how happy, too!
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      That night when Toots was fast asleep, his good mother said to his papa:
+      "Children do more than we give them credit for; last week I kept an
+      account of all the kind and useful things performed by our little boy, and
+      it would surprise you to see how much it all amounts to. Beside the
+      errands for me he has thought of others, and that is good for us all. I
+      really think he has found more pleasure in mending old books and toys for
+      sick children than in having them for himself, and Flossie is quite
+      another little girl since she learned to help mamma."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0030" id="linkimage-0030"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="fig" style="width:65%;">
+      <img src="images/0049m.jpg" alt="0049m " width="100%" /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/0049.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0031" id="linkimage-0031"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="fig" style="width:65%;">
+      <img src="images/0050m.jpg" alt="0050m " width="100%" /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/0050.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0014" id="link2H_4_0014"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      JAMIE DOON.
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0032" id="linkimage-0032"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="figleft" style="width:20%;">
+      <img src="images/9051.jpg" alt="9051 " width="100%" /><br /><a
+      href="images/9051.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </div>
+    <p>
+      E is lying on his pillows
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent5">
+      All day, sweet Jamie Doon
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent5">
+      His little back is crooked,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      Yet he sings a merry tune.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      For light of heart is Jamie,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      Poor cripple though he be;
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      He is cheerful as the sunshine,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      Or the birdies on the tree.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      What makes you so contented,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      My little Jamie boy?"
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      Asks a thoughtful lady, kindly,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      When she carries him a toy.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      I have so many blessings,"
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      Said gentle Jamie Doon,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      I watch the flowers, and birdies
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      Oft sing for me a tune.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      Then the children come to see me,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      And every one is kind;
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      It might be worse you see, Miss,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      If I were deaf and blind."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      Ah, gentle little Jamie!
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      Count blessings day by day;
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      It might be worse, indeed, lad,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      So smile and sing away.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /> <br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0033" id="linkimage-0033"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="fig" style="width:65%;">
+      <img src="images/0052m.jpg" alt="0052m " width="100%" /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/0052.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+    <p>
+      Jamie had once been a very active boy and a good scholar, but his back was
+      injured by a blow given him by a thoughtless playmate, and ever since he
+      has been a great sufferer. It is a dreadful thing to injure any one for
+      life, and boys cannot be too careful when playing with each other. I am
+      sorry to say that the little boy who hurt Jamie does not seem to care for
+      the terrible ruin he has wrought; perhaps he has not been taught at home
+      to think kindly and tenderly of others.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0015" id="link2H_4_0015"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      FIVES.
+    </h2>
+    <h3>
+      A LITTLE STORY IN RHYME.
+    </h3>
+    <p class="pfirst">
+      <span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">F</span>IVE little
+      sparrows one sunny morn
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      Eating their breakfast out in the corn:
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      Five little boys, cruel as boys can be,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      Longing to kill those birds blithe and free:
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      Five little stones that whizzed in the air,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      And fell all at once where the sparrows were:
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      Five little sparrows that flew safe away
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      For sparrows are quicker than boys, any day:
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      Five little boys that looked quite forlorn
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      As they wandered on through the waving corn.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /> <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0016" id="link2H_4_0016"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      OLIVER TWIST AT HOME.
+    </h2>
+    <div class="figleft" style="width:20%;">
+      <img src="images/9054.jpg" alt="9054 " width="100%" /><br /> <a
+      href="images/9054.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </div>
+    <p>
+      LIVER TWIST was the name of a fine rooster or gamecock which belonged to
+      Toots' grandpa, and many were the stories told of him. He became quite
+      famous in the family, and out of it, and none of the children wanted him
+      killed or sold even if he grew too old to walk. When grandpa bought Oliver
+      he carried him home between his knees in the carriage, while he drove
+      Frisk, the pony. Toots' mamma sat by his side with a huge basket in her
+      lap containing a fine old mother hen with ten little chicks. They were all
+      going into grandpa's coop at the farm, and then he would take care of them
+      for Toots.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "I suppose I have been very foolish to pay such a price for this fellow,"
+      said grandpa, "but he is smart enough to peck pretty hard."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      All the way to the farm the new rooster made himself as disagreeable as he
+      could, now biting grandpa's hands, and now his knees, until the dear old
+      man wished he had never seen him. At last he was safe in the hen-house,
+      where he soon began to eat, and, as he never seemed satisfied, he was
+      called Oliver Twist.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "There has been an old fox about here stealing chicks," said the hired
+      man, "but this Oliver will tackle him, I reckon."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The hired man was right. Only a few days after grandpa heard a great noise
+      among the poultry, and there was a large fox trying to get into the
+      chicken-yard from the barn. Grandpa stole softly into the house and got
+      his gun. When he went back Oliver was pecking at the head and eyes of the
+      fox with all his might. Oliver was very angry but did not show any signs
+      of fear, while the fox tried in vain to get nearer. At last the old fox
+      made up his mind to spring over and eat chicken for his lunch, but just
+      then, bang! went grandpa's gun, and the sly enemy tumbled over on the barn
+      floor.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      When Oliver heard the gun he thought he was shot too, for he fell down and
+      closed his eyes. When grandpa petted and praised him, and held out a dish
+      of corn, he seemed to think better of it, and began to strut about, while
+      all the hens cackled in chorus and seemed very proud of their defender.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Poor Oliver met with an accident during the cold winter weather; his
+      beautiful red comb was frozen and fell off. He seemed so ashamed of it
+      that he could not or would not hold up his head, but a nice new comb has
+      grown now and he is as proud and lordly as ever. Indeed, only yesterday he
+      was seen driving a strange cat out of the yard.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0034" id="linkimage-0034"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="fig" style="width:65%;">
+      <img src="images/0056m.jpg" alt="0056m " width="100%" /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/0056.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0017" id="link2H_4_0017"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      MRS. WHITE'S FAMILY.
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0035" id="linkimage-0035"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="figleft" style="width:20%;">
+      <img src="images/9057.jpg" alt="9057 " width="100%" /><br /><a
+      href="images/9057.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </div>
+    <p>
+      P at grandpa's farm the chicks were very happy since the old fox was
+      killed, and as Toots wanted some more cunning little ones to play with and
+      feed when he went up for a visit, grandpa decided to put some eggs under
+      Mrs. White. Now, Mrs. White was a very fine hen, and although she had
+      never raised any chicks of her own, she seemed so kind and gentle that
+      grandpa was sure she would make a kind mother. He selected the eggs with
+      great care, marking some very choice ones with a blue pencil. Mrs. White
+      sat very quietly upon her nest for many days, until it was time for the
+      little chicks to come out of their shell houses; then grandpa paid her a
+      visit. Three little ones were already toddling about, and Mrs. White
+      seemed to be in great distress concerning some others who were just trying
+      to see what the world was made of. Grandpa helped the little fellows by
+      picking away small bits of the shell, and then he hurried away to make
+      some nice dough for them. When he returned, Mrs. White was nowhere to be
+      seen, so grandpa covered the little new babies with some wool and then
+      looked for the neglectful mother. He soon found her in the yard with
+      Oliver Twist and a large flock of hens.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0036" id="linkimage-0036"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="fig" style="width:65%;">
+      <img src="images/0058m.jpg" alt="0058m " width="100%" /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/0058.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+    <p>
+      Grandpa caught her and carried her back, but Mrs. White hurt the little
+      ones and refused to scratch for them. She covered them with her wings for
+      a few moments while grandpa was there, and then ran away again.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Grandpa tried shutting her up, but still she hurt her little chicks and at
+      last killed one. Then grandpa told her she was a cruel, wicked mother, and
+      he carried the chicks into the kitchen and covered them over in a nice
+      warm basket. There they nestled for several days until they began to hop
+      out and get under grandma's feet. After that they had a little house in
+      the shed and soon grew very fast. Toots called them the orphans, and never
+      again liked Mrs. White, although she was so handsome. Soon after this
+      grandpa put some eggs under a queer old hen which all the family called
+      Mrs. Gummidge, she was so cross and queer. When her chicks came she was a
+      very kind mother and scratched for them all day long. She was very proud
+      of them, too, and seemed to say, "Did you ever see such little darlings?"
+      Mrs. Gummidge went about with her children until they were large enough to
+      take care of themselves, and then she sat quietly on some more eggs and
+      raised another family, but none of them ever seemed quite so precious to
+      Toots as the little neglected chicks of Mrs. White.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0037" id="linkimage-0037"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="fig" style="width:65%;">
+      <img src="images/0059m.jpg" alt="0059m " width="100%" /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/0059.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0018" id="link2H_4_0018"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      BUD AND BUNNIE.
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0038" id="linkimage-0038"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="figleft" style="width:20%;">
+      <img src="images/9060.jpg" alt="9060 " width="100%" /><br /><a
+      href="images/9060.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </div>
+    <p>
+      WO dear little girlies, born at the same time, with eyes, hair, and little
+      faces so exactly alike that even their mother could not tell them apart;
+      and when their pictures were taken and sent to Toots' papa, every one
+      wondered which was Bud and which was Bunnie. The twins' papa was an old
+      classmate of Toots' papa, and as soon as the baby girls came he wrote a
+      very funny letter telling all about them. He said they were both like
+      little rosebuds, and he was puzzled to know what to call them, so he
+      simply nicknamed them Bud and Bunnie until the mamma could decide upon a
+      name.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "They are dear little bits of womanhood," he said, when the children were
+      three years old, "and I am ashamed to say that we still go on calling them
+      by the old pet names. It would please you to see them at play, they are so
+      very happy. Bunnie, who is a little more gentle than her sister, often
+      gives up to her in their sports; and yet Bud is never cross. She takes the
+      lead because she is fitted for it, while Bunnie nestles down and is
+      content to do as she is told. They are into mischief every hour in the day&mdash;good-natured
+      mischief of course. Sometimes we find them dressed in their mother's
+      clothes, sometimes in my coats.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "Not long ago my wife and I determined to send a hamper of good things to
+      her old nurse, who has been very unfortunate. We collected all our gifts
+      and were about to pack them, when we chanced to think of a new prayer-book
+      in large type, so away we went, to buy it, for she would not go without me
+      and I would not know how to select without her. When we returned to the
+      store-room where we were packing, what did we see but our twins, Bud and
+      Bunnie, both seated in the hamper. They made such a charming picture that
+      I sketched them on the spot."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Of course Toots' papa sent back a letter at once, and said they were the
+      dearest little girlies in the world, and he wished he had some himself;
+      but he was quite sure that his boys were just as good boys as ever grew,
+      and he would send their pictures to prove it.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0039" id="linkimage-0039"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="fig" style="width:65%;">
+      <img src="images/0062m.jpg" alt="0062m " width="100%" /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/0062.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0040" id="linkimage-0040"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="fig" style="width:65%;">
+      <img src="images/0061m.jpg" alt="0061m " width="100%" /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/0061.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0019" id="link2H_4_0019"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      DAISY DEAN.
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0041" id="linkimage-0041"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="figleft" style="width:20%;">
+      <img src="images/9063.jpg" alt="9063 " width="100%" /><br /><a
+      href="images/9063.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </div>
+    <p>
+      AISY DEAN is a little lass,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent5">
+      With rosy cheeks and eyes like glass;
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent5">
+      When she sulks she is very queer,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent5">
+      When she smiles she is very dear;
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      Pretty and fair as a flower is she,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      Busy and quick as a little bee.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      Good or bad, do what she may,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      We wash and dress her every day;
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      Comb her hair, and give her milk,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      And dress her well with sash of silk.
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      With all her faults, we never have seen
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      A dearer girl than our Daisy Dean.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Daisy was much pleased with her little verses, "all her own," as she said,
+      and I heard her whispering to her friend May that she would never sulk
+      again if she could help it. Daisy has one serious fault: she never puts
+      things in their places. One morning she could not find her hat anywhere,
+      and her mamma made her go to school without it. Daisy cried and wanted to
+      wear her best one, but her mamma said, "No; that would not teach her to
+      remember." The girls were much amused when Daisy entered the dressing-room
+      at school without any hat on.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "What have you done with it?" asked May.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0042" id="linkimage-0042"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="fig" style="width:65%;">
+      <img src="images/0064m.jpg" alt="0064m " width="100%" /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/0064.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+    <p>
+      "I don't know; it is lost somewhere."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "What a careless little girl! Why, I always hang mine up in one place when
+      I go home from school or play," said May.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "So do I," said several of the girls, but some of the boys did not speak,
+      and a little bird whispers to me that some of my kindest "little friends
+      throw their caps down on the floor, table, lounge, chairs, or the first
+      place they can find." Oh, oh, boys! this is too bad, for "order is
+      heaven's first law."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0043" id="linkimage-0043"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="fig" style="width:65%;">
+      <img src="images/0065m.jpg" alt="0065m " width="100%" /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/0065.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0020" id="link2H_4_0020"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      THE COMMISSARY.
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0044" id="linkimage-0044"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="figleft" style="width:20%;">
+      <img src="images/9066.jpg" alt="9066 " width="100%" /><br /><a
+      href="images/9066.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </div>
+    <p>
+      COMMISSARY is one who furnishes supplies of food to an army or body of
+      men, but I dare say you never heard of a dog commissary. He lived at the
+      boarding-school where Toots' mamma went when a little girl, and his owner
+      was the lady who kept the school. Her son brought him home one day and
+      taught him many tricks. Every day he went to market for the family, and it
+      was great fun for the younger girls to see "Captain Com" go out with his
+      basket in his mouth. His errands were always faithfully done. No boy ever
+      dared to meddle with Com, and although he went five blocks to market no
+      one ever tried to get his note out of the basket. Every morning he waited
+      until madam consulted with cook and wrote down the order, and then when it
+      was put into his care he would trot away in a very happy frame of mind.
+      "Com" was very good to the younger pupils. He would let them drive him in
+      a little cart, or play tag with them by the hour. Once in the vacation,
+      when nearly all the pupils had gone home, madam said: "We will not send an
+      order to the butcher to-day; it is so warm, we will have a light lunch."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "Com" did not like this; he was very restless for a long time, and at last
+      one of the children said, "I think Com has gone to market. He tried to get
+      his basket from the nail and he could not; then he ran away."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "We will go out for a walk and see," said madam, "for 'Com' can do
+      everything but talk, and he is greatly distressed because I did not order
+      dinner."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      When they reached the butcher's, there was "Com" with his paws on the
+      cutting block, patiently waiting to be served.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "He deserves a nice dinner," said the butcher, and he gave him some meat;
+      still "Com" was not satisfied; he wanted it put up in paper and laid in a
+      basket before he would go away. "Com" never would touch a bit of meat
+      until he went home to cook, with his marketing.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Where Com lived they did not have letter carriers or postmen, and his
+      mistress made a little mail-bag for him which he carried to the office
+      morning and night. He always entered by the back door, and the clerk would
+      kindly wait upon him. Sometimes his bag would be full of letters and
+      papers for the pupils, and then "Com" was very proud. Every night this
+      wise dog guarded the house, and madam always felt quite happy about the
+      younger children if "Com" was with them.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0045" id="linkimage-0045"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="fig" style="width:65%;">
+      <img src="images/0068m.jpg" alt="0068m " width="100%" /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/0068.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0021" id="link2H_4_0021"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      HOW MAY WAS CURED.
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0046" id="linkimage-0046"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="figleft" style="width:20%;">
+      <img src="images/9069.jpg" alt="9069 " width="100%" /><br /><a
+      href="images/9069.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </div>
+    <p>
+      O wise person ever expects children to be perfect&mdash;grown people are
+      not&mdash;still all can try to overcome their faults and grow wiser day by
+      day.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Although little May was a very sweet child, as she grew older she began to
+      fret about little things, and one day when she was urged to learn her
+      lesson in arithmetic she said, "I wish I never had to see another old
+      arithmetic; I hate them all!"
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      May's mother was very patient, and she had her own thoughts about
+      punishing children. When her little daughter showed such ill-temper she
+      said, quietly: "May dear, I am going out to do some errands; would you
+      like to go?"
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      May was delighted; she would do any thing to get away from her hateful
+      book. Their first visit was to a shop where fruit was sold, and then to a
+      florist's where the lady bought some flowers.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "Now where shall we go, mamma?"
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "You will see presently, my dear. We will take a car and make a call on a
+      friend of mine."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0047" id="linkimage-0047"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="fig" style="width:65%;">
+      <img src="images/0070m.jpg" alt="0070m " width="100%" /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/0070.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+    <p>
+      At last they got out and went up some steps, where a lad answered their
+      ring at the door.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      When they entered they saw a little girl seated on a chair with her hands
+      folded. She was blind. She heard their footsteps and said, "Please be
+      seated, ladies."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "How long have you been blind, dear?" asked May's mother.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "Four years, madam. I was very ill and have never seen the light since."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "You must remember many things which you saw before your illness?"
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "Oh, yes; and it makes me very happy. I know just how the grass looks, and
+      how blue the sky is, and when I am tired I think of it over and over."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      After some more conversation the matron came in and gladly welcomed May
+      and her mother. "I would like to show my little girl through the school,"
+      said the latter, and the matron kindly took them into various rooms. Not
+      one of the children could see, yet all seemed happy and busy. Some were
+      getting lessons, some were knitting, the boys in the work-room were
+      putting new seats into chairs, and yet all were blind.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      It was a sad sight to little May, and after she had left the flowers and
+      fruit she went away looking quite thoughtful: Since that day she never
+      complains when asked to get a lesson, and even her music is not tiresome
+      when she thinks of blind Maggie.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0022" id="link2H_4_0022"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      HARRY'S GUEST.
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0048" id="linkimage-0048"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="figleft" style="width:20%;">
+      <img src="images/9072.jpg" alt="9072 " width="100%" /><br /><a
+      href="images/9072.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </div>
+    <p>
+      HE'S only an orphan," mother dear,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent5">
+      "Her father and mother are dead;
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      She hasn't a home to shelter her,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      Or a hat to cover her head.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      "I found her crying alone in the street,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      And nobody seemed to care;
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      I know she is hungry and tired now&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      Please give her all of my share.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      "I am glad we have tea in the garden to-night
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      For she wouldn't go into our home;
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      I could hardly coax her up here, papa,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      She hasn't a friend, not one."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      "Come in, little girl, sit down here and eat,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      We have plenty of food and to spare;
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      You are tired, poor child. Go Harry, my love,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      And get your young friend a chair.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      "There, now you have eaten, pray tell us why
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      You wander alone in the street;
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      And why there is none to look after your clothes,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      And keep you more tidy and neat?"
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      "My mother just died, and they took her away,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      And our landlady said I must go;
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      And all of our things belonged to her,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      To pay up the rent we owe.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      "I went to the river to sit down and think,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      For no one cared for me now;
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      I wanted to die like my own dear ma,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      But I could not&mdash;I did not know how.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      "This boy he spoke kindly, and led me away,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      He said he would bring me to you;
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      I knows I am dirty, not fit to be seen,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      But, lady, my story is true."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      So they took her in, as Harry had said,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      And they cared for her kindly and well&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      The good they have done and the good they will do,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      Only angels in heaven can tell.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /> <br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0049" id="linkimage-0049"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="fig" style="width:65%;">
+      <img src="images/0073m.jpg" alt="0073m " width="100%" /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/0073.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0050" id="linkimage-0050"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="fig" style="width:65%;">
+      <img src="images/0074m.jpg" alt="0074m " width="100%" /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/0074.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0023" id="link2H_4_0023"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      A TIRED VISITOR.
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0051" id="linkimage-0051"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="figleft" style="width:20%;">
+      <img src="images/9075.jpg" alt="9075 " width="100%" /><br /><a
+      href="images/9075.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </div>
+    <p>
+      NE day in the summer Toots sat on the doorstep talking with his little
+      friend, Fred Haldon, when a man came up to the gate with a hand-organ and
+      asked if he might come in.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "Oh, mamma! mamma!" called Toots, "come as soon as you can, for he has a
+      monkey with him."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      His mother looked out of the window and nodded to the man. "Yes, he could
+      play if he wished." Then she went out on the doorstep with the children.
+      The monkey came to her at once. It looked so tired and sad, she said,
+      "Poor little fellow!" He seemed to understand her, for he sprang into her
+      lap and rubbed his head against her hand.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "How tired he is!" she said kindly, "do let him rest while we feed him."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The monkey would not eat much, he seemed too weary, but he bowed his
+      thanks and then put his head on her hand again. When the man stopped
+      playing the lady told him he would lose his monkey if he did not let it
+      rest.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0052" id="linkimage-0052"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="fig" style="width:65%;">
+      <img src="images/0076m.jpg" alt="0076m " width="100%" /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/0076.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+    <p>
+      The man laughed and sat down under a tree. This seemed to please the
+      monkey, for he went to him and kissed him and then returned to his new
+      friend, nestling down in her lap like a tired child.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "He has danced too much when it was warm," said the man in broken English.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "Then you must be very good and let him sleep." After a good rest the
+      organ-grinder went away with him, and soon after Toots went with all the
+      family to the sea-side, where the monkeys in the park made them think of
+      their tired little visitor. Long, long after, when winter came and all the
+      family were in town and all the aunts and cousins were invited to meet
+      grandpa Bergland&mdash;little May's grandpa from over the sea, the door
+      opened just in the very midst of the Christmas festival, and in walked
+      Leno, all dressed in his best suit.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "Where is his master?" asked Toots, "bring him in and let him show us the
+      old tricks."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      So the master came in. He said, "the kind ladies and gentlemen must excuse
+      him, but he could not make Leno pass the gate where the lady was so kind
+      to him when he was sick."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "He was quite sick then, poor thing!" said Toots' mamma.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "He was very sick, dear lady. I took him away in the cool country, but he
+      was like to die, and for many days I thought I must leave him there, for
+      he could neither eat nor sleep, only look in my face and make a sad noise.
+      I could not Leno die, for he is my only friend."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "There, mamma," said grandpa Bergland, "you was kind to the dumb brute and
+      it did thank you."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0024" id="link2H_4_0024"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      MR. SMITH'S FAMILY.
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0053" id="linkimage-0053"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="figleft" style="width:20%;">
+      <img src="images/9078.jpg" alt="9078 " width="100%" /><br /><a
+      href="images/9078.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </div>
+    <p>
+      MAN who took charge of the park was very kind to Toots and allowed him to
+      feed the parrots, birds, and rabbits. The rabbit-house was a favorite
+      place with the children. They never tired of watching them, and the family
+      was so large that the good keeper who cared for them called the old rabbit
+      "Mr. Smith."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "You see he has so many children, his name must be Smith," said he.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The children fed them grass and clover, and many of the little creatures
+      had pet names, but it was impossible to name them all, for the family
+      increased so fast. One morning when the gardener went into the park to
+      look at some plants he had set out the day before, he found them all out
+      of the ground and the earth thrown about in every direction. "Ah!" said
+      he, "those puppies must be shut up; they did all this mischief last night;
+      I heard them barking."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Then the gardener took the three puppies and shut them in a cellar, while
+      he hurried his garden-making, in order to get more plants in place before
+      the superintendent came that way. He was so anxious to get the plants
+      cared for before the sun was hot that he quite neglected the other pets.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      While he was hard at work Toots ran to him crying, "Oh, Mr. Snyder, they
+      are all out, the whole of Mr. Smith's family, and there is a big hole dug
+      down under their house."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Sure enough, the house was empty and the family nowhere to be seen. Toots
+      and the boys found them at last hiding under some steps. After some
+      trouble and much chasing about over the grounds they were put into their
+      cage and the big hole was securely fastened.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Toots released the puppies and fed them well, while Mr. Smith's family
+      seemed tired out with their travels and were glad to lie down and rest.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      That evening while the family sat on the piazza watching the moonlight on
+      the water, something ran up the steps and hid in one corner.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "It must be one of those ugly rats," said Aunt Bell.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "No, indeed, it is some poor hunted thing seeking refuge," said mamma.
+      "Bring me a lamp, Bridget, and let us see."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The lamp was brought and there in one corner of the piazza was a poor,
+      lonely little rabbit. He had strayed from the rest, and now when it was
+      dark he sought shelter where he heard familiar voices.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0054" id="linkimage-0054"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="fig" style="width:65%;">
+      <img src="images/0080m.jpg" alt="0080m " width="100%" /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/0080.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0025" id="link2H_4_0025"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      WHAT SHALL WE DO WITH BABY?
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0055" id="linkimage-0055"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="figleft" style="width:20%;">
+      <img src="images/9081.jpg" alt="9081 " width="100%" /><br /><a
+      href="images/9081.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </div>
+    <p>
+      HAT shall we do with baby,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent5">
+      The bright-eyed mischievous one?
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent5">
+      He wakens us all in the morning,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      Two hours before the sun.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      From the time that his peepers open,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      He pinches and pulls at our nose;
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      Or, perhaps, by way of diversion,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      He gives us a taste of his toes.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      We find him rattles and clothes-pins,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      We give him books by the score,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      And make him a house in the corner
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      When lo! he is at the door.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      We pile up a basket of playthings,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      And seat the rogue in a chair;
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      We leave to order the dinner,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      Behold! no baby is there.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      He has found his way to the closet,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      He is rattling our chinaware;
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      We run&mdash;he is clasping a goblet,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      And trying to climb a chair.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /> <br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0056" id="linkimage-0056"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="fig" style="width:65%;">
+      <img src="images/0082m.jpg" alt="0082m " width="100%" /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/0082.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      He is full of the funniest capers,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      And scolds in the funniest way;
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      But never will own he is weary,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      Or rest from his busy play.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      He struggles and battles with slumber,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      He scratches and picks at his eyes,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      We fancy him quietly sleeping,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      But baby is watching the flies.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      We give him a seat at the table,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      We make him a house of our chairs,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      And while the coach is preparing,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      The baby is tumbling down stairs.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      The apples are thrown from the basket,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      His milk is spilled on the floor;
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      Bread and butter sticks to the carpet,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      And sugar sticks on the door.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      We puzzle our brains to amuse him,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      We bow to his lordly will;
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      But do what we may, the baby
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      Is never a moment still.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      Oh, what shall we do with baby&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      With his fun, and frolic, and fears?
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      He charms us all with his mischief,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      And conquers us all with his tears.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /> <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0026" id="link2H_4_0026"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      DADDY TOUGH.
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0057" id="linkimage-0057"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="figleft" style="width:20%;">
+      <img src="images/9084.jpg" alt="9084 " width="100%" /><br /><a
+      href="images/9084.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </div>
+    <p>
+      T was a queer, very queer name, but the soldiers gave it to him, and when
+      you hear how he conducted himself you will not wonder. Daddy Tough lived
+      in a fort in the western country, and he belonged to the United States
+      Government. On one side he had the letters "U. S." branded, in order to
+      keep people from stealing him. The children in the fort all called those
+      letters "Uncle Sam," and everything with that mark on it was said to
+      belong to Uncle Sam, meaning the Government.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The children about the fort used to ride on his back in a sort of double
+      saddle made of willow. One day the soldiers took him inside of a small
+      gate in order to remove some ashes from a cellar. The cart was backed in
+      and Daddy stood with his head just outside of the gate. He looked like a
+      droll picture in a frame. There he stood winking his eyes and shaking his
+      long ears. When the soldiers had the ashes all in the wagon they told
+      Daddy to go on, but he would not move; then they coaxed him but he did not
+      stir. His driver pelted and pulled, but Daddy winked and never moved a
+      step.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "We must get him away somehow," said the soldiers, and at last they struck
+      him. Daddy looked at them in the most reproachful manner, but he did not
+      move an inch. For more than half an hour the poor soldiers tried to have
+      him carry his burden away.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "We must be all cleared up before dress parade," said one.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "We must get him out of here somehow," said the other.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "Just think how the boys would laugh if they saw Daddy standing here
+      winking while the colonel was issuing his orders at dress parade."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "It will never do," said the driver. "Come, Daddy, you must move on or you
+      will disgrace the command."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Daddy looked knowing, but still stood firm. Other soldiers came and they
+      tried, but Daddy would not yield even after hard whipping. Then the
+      colonel came out and told them what to do, but Daddy winked at the colonel
+      as if to say, "I like this place very much and I will not go even for
+      you."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      When all efforts had failed the colonel's wife said,
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "Let me try; we cure horses of ill-temper by feeding them sugar."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "Nothing will cure Daddy," said her husband, "but you may try."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The lady brought out some sugar and gave Daddy a taste. He shook his ears
+      and made a sort of grunt. Then she patted him and held it farther away and
+      at last he marched after her out of the gate and ran so fast he upset part
+      of the ashes. After that when Daddy grew sulky a little sugar would win
+      him over.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0058" id="linkimage-0058"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="fig" style="width:65%;">
+      <img src="images/0086m.jpg" alt="0086m " width="100%" /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/0086.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0027" id="link2H_4_0027"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      BUTTON BLUE.
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0059" id="linkimage-0059"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="figleft" style="width:20%;">
+      <img src="images/9087.jpg" alt="9087 " width="100%" /><br /><a
+      href="images/9087.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </div>
+    <p>
+      OOTS had a brother much older than himself, and never were two boys better
+      friends. Nothing pleased Toots more than stories of his brother's pranks
+      when he was small. Then Toots' parents travelled nearly all the time, and
+      their eldest boy saw a great deal of this busy world. All the soldiers in
+      his father's regiment called him "Button Blue," for when they first saw
+      him he wore little dresses with a good many buttons on them. After that he
+      had a jacket and pants, or, as he called them, "Bocker-nickers." He was a
+      droll little fellow, and always managed to twist words about. The soldiers
+      were very fond of Button, and made him many presents. They taught him
+      games of all kinds, and here we see him showing the major's little
+      daughter how to play cat's cradle.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0060" id="linkimage-0060"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="fig" style="width:65%;">
+      <img src="images/0088m.jpg" alt="0088m " width="100%" /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/0088.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+    <p>
+      One day Button Blue was lost and all the camp was astir. The black man,
+      whose duty it was to care for him, said he left him at the sutler's little
+      store, and the sutler said he saw him playing with a dog near the
+      flag-staff just before the general's door. The general was away on
+      horseback and he had not taken the child, for some one had seen seen him
+      riding away with one of his officers and their orderlies. The men were
+      nearly wild over the lost boy, but Button's mother said she only feared
+      his going to the river, and yet Button never went anywhere without
+      permission. The dinner hour came and went, but no boy answered to the
+      summons, and men were sent in different directions to find him. They had
+      not returned when the general came up on horseback.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "We are in great trouble, sir," said the surgeon; "the colonel's boy is
+      lost."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "Button, our little Button; it is impossible. Have you sent out men to
+      search? Have you looked in all the men's quarters? Why, bless you, I
+      kissed the little rogue good-bye the last thing before starting; we had a
+      grand romp together. I will go myself to search for him." The general
+      sprang off his horse and unlocked the door of the little house known as
+      his headquarters. He threw his gloves on the table and said aloud in an
+      anxious tone:
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "Why, I love that rascal like one of my own. He must be somewhere about."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "We have searched everywhere, sir, and no trace can be found. Even the
+      colonel is discouraged, but his mother will not give up. She says he will
+      be found."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "Found! found! of course he will," replied the general. "Why, there isn't
+      a man or boy that doesn't love Button."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "Here I am, General," piped a boy's voice; and there, just waking up from
+      a sound sleep, was the boy who had slipped in as the general's servant
+      locked the door, and then, tired with play, threw himself on a lounge
+      behind a screen where his friend the general had often rested.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0028" id="link2H_4_0028"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      THE STORY OF THE CUCKOO.
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0061" id="linkimage-0061"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="figleft" style="width:20%;">
+      <img src="images/9090.jpg" alt="9090 " width="100%" /><br /> <a
+      href="images/9090.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </div>
+    <p>
+      T was a dreary, rainy day, and Toots and his cousins were gathered in the
+      library, where a cheerful open fire made them forget the chilling rain
+      outside.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "Auntie," said May, "please tell me why you keep that pretty bird always
+      sitting above your desk?"
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "Toots has something to do with that. It is his bird, and perhaps you
+      would like to hear about it; wait one moment until I get you a dish of
+      fruit, and I will tell you how the pretty bird came here:
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "One summer when Toots was quite small and not very strong, our family
+      doctor said, 'Couldn't you go and camp out in the pine woods somewhere for
+      a few weeks?' At first it seemed quite impossible to take all the family,
+      but Button Blue was so active and helpful, and the cook said she would
+      like the fun of it, so at last we went, taking care to be near a house
+      where we could get pure water. We had two tents. One was our parlor by day
+      and the boys' bedroom by night; the other held my bed and an easy camp cot
+      for Toots. We were very cosey and happy. The birds sang over our heads all
+      day, and at night we could hear the whip-poor-will's note only a few feet
+      from our tent door."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "What did you do when it rained?" asked one of the boys.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "We drew the tent curtains close, made little ditches outside to carry off
+      the water, and read, played games, or told stories. One day a party of
+      gentlemen came to our camp. They were out hunting, and one of them had in
+      his game bag a pretty cuckoo he had just killed. Poor Toots felt terribly
+      when he saw it. Only the day before he had heard its pretty note, 'Cuckoo!
+      cuckoo!' and we had told him that its name was given it because it made
+      that peculiar song."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "I think he was wicked to shoot it," said Toots.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "We all felt very sorry," said his mother, "and I think the hunters did,
+      too, for they promised to keep away from our camp and avoid shooting any
+      of our pets. When they left us, they told Toots he would hear from them
+      again, but we forgot all about it until one day a small box was brought to
+      our house by the expressman. It was directed to Toots and marked 'with
+      care.' On opening it we found our little friend the cuckoo handsomely
+      stuffed and mounted on a branch. Toots was very much pleased and it has
+      stood where it now is ever since it came."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "I wish he could fly once more, and say 'Cuckoo, cuckoo,' as he used to,"
+      said Toots.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0062" id="linkimage-0062"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="fig" style="width:65%;">
+      <img src="images/0092m.jpg" alt="0092m " width="100%" /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/0092.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0029" id="link2H_4_0029"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      MAJOR AND BENJAMINA.
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0063" id="linkimage-0063"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="figleft" style="width:20%;">
+      <img src="images/9093.jpg" alt="9093 " width="100%" /><br /><a
+      href="images/9093.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </div>
+    <p>
+      KIND lady and dear friend of Toots and his mother owns a bright little dog
+      named Benjamina. Its mother was blind and lame when the little puppy was
+      born, and the good lady thought it was the child of the dog mother's old
+      age; so she called it Benjamina, and a very cunning, wise little creature
+      she is.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Benjamina likes to curl up on a sofa pillow and take life easy. Nearly
+      every day she takes a walk with her mistress and frisks about here and
+      there. Once when they were out walking, naughty Bennie ran too near the
+      horse car and was kicked by one of the horses. She lay quite still for a
+      moment, and all who saw her feared she was dead. Before any one could
+      reach her, a large, strong dog who belonged to a neighbor sprang across
+      the street and carried her to her mistress. Poor doggie had a bad cut in
+      her side which the doctor sewed up, and it was so very sore that she could
+      not lie down for many days. It was quite pitiful to see it walk around and
+      around in a circle, trying to go to sleep. Old Major came every day to see
+      her, and when he was allowed to come into the room he would sit down
+      gravely and look at her. He evidently wanted to say, "I am very, very
+      sorry for you and shall be glad to see you out again."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0064" id="linkimage-0064"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="fig" style="width:65%;">
+      <img src="images/0094m.jpg" alt="0094m " width="100%" /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/0094.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+    <p>
+      After a time poor Benjamina grew well enough to sit in a chair at the
+      window, and Major would sit outside on the piazza and look at her. They
+      really seemed to understand each other perfectly. If anything went wrong
+      in the street Major would run down the steps and attend to it, and then
+      come back to his station before the window. At last Bennie was taken out
+      for a drive and Major ran all the way by the side of the carriage, barking
+      with pleasure.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Once Bennie's mistress found a large bone put on her piazza, which Major
+      had brought for his friend's breakfast, and great was the good fellow's
+      delight when it was carried to Bennie.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Major went to church every Sunday and sat in the porch until his master
+      came out; he tried very hard to go inside but was never allowed to do so.
+      When the sexton went out to open the doors Major would shake himself and
+      take his position on the steps. Once he came on Sunday and tried to coax
+      Bennie out, but her mistress said no. When I last saw Bennie she was
+      sitting in her mistress' lap while she wrote some letters. Major is still
+      the same faithful friend and visits her every day.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0030" id="link2H_4_0030"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      THE COMMODORE'S GUESTS.
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0065" id="linkimage-0065"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="figleft" style="width:20%;">
+      <img src="images/9096.jpg" alt="9096 " width="100%" /><br /><a
+      href="images/9096.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </div>
+    <p>
+      OW happy the little people were at the seashore! There was so much to see
+      and so much to do that the long days ran quickly away.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Toots and his friend learned many things. They caught hermit crabs, and
+      were told how they stole shell houses to live in. They found star fish,
+      and horse-shoe crabs, and beautiful sea anemones, and sometimes a kind old
+      sailor would tell them about trawls, lobster traps, nets, and the queer
+      tricks of the various fish they caught.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Away out on a point of rocks near the water lived some very bright little
+      boys who often came to play with Toots. One day their parents were invited
+      to visit a beautiful yacht lying in the harbor. The ladies and gentlemen
+      were much pleased, and when they returned from their visit they told the
+      children all about it. Two little boys, Philip and Harry, who lived in the
+      cottage at the point, heard the story with much pleasure; so did Toots,
+      who wished he could see it. One morning when the wind blew hard and the
+      water was covered with white caps, Philip's mother missed both her little
+      boys. "Perhaps they have gone over to Toots'," she said. Their sister
+      inquired, but Toots was swinging in the hammock with another little
+      friend. He had not seen Philip or Harry all the morning. Then the nurse
+      and all the family began to look, but no boys could they find.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      At last an old sailor said, "There's a little boat a-bob-bing up and down
+      out there, and I think it has two little chaps in it."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The ladies took a glass, and there indeed were the two little rogues
+      liable to be drowned at any moment; but two kind sailors went after them
+      and brought them safe on shore.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "Where were you going?" asked their mamma.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "To visit the Tommodore's pretty water-house."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Both boys were very small and could not speak distinctly.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "But how strange! you were not invited," said their mother.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "Oh, yes, I 'vited 'Ilip and 'Ilip Vited me!"
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "What would you have done if you had reached the yacht?"'
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "I was going to 'duce 'Ilip to the Tommodore and 'Ilip was going to 'duce
+      me."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "But you must not introduce people anywhere unless you are welcome
+      yourself and invited. When the Commodore invites my little boys, I will
+      take them out to his yacht and introduce them myself. Besides, the water
+      is very rough and you are too young to row a boat so far."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "We could do it;'cause 'Ilip rowed one oar and I rowed the other. We like
+      it."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Their mother was very glad to get them back again, and the good Commodore
+      never knew what funny little guests he missed seeing that summer morning.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0066" id="linkimage-0066"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="fig" style="width:65%;">
+      <img src="images/0098m.jpg" alt="0098m " width="100%" /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/0098.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0031" id="link2H_4_0031"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      HARVEST FESTIVAL.
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0067" id="linkimage-0067"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="figleft" style="width:20%;">
+      <img src="images/9099.jpg" alt="9099 " width="100%" /><br /><a
+      href="images/9099.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </div>
+    <p>
+      RAIN, plenty of grain,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent5">
+      Sang the birds in the harvest field;
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent5">
+      Grain, plenty of grain;
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      H ow grandly it doth yield!
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      Grain, plenty of grain,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      Eat, and chirp, and sing;
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      Come one and all to the harvest field,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      Each with buoyant wing.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      Grain, plenty of grain,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      The reapers are out to-day;
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      And every bird from far and near,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      Must sing a roundelay.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      Grain, plenty of grain,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      And not a farmer near;
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      Chirp, chirp, how glad are we,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      To find this harvest here!
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      Over the top of the stack,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      Down on the bundle bound;
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      Swoop and pick, and sing your songs;
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      Such a feast is seldom found.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /> <br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0068" id="linkimage-0068"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="fig" style="width:65%;">
+      <img src="images/0100m.jpg" alt="0100m " width="100%" /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/0100.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      Chirp, chirp, chirp,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      Sing with all your might,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      The glorious day will soon be done,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      And the harvest ends to-night.
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      Grain, plenty of grain,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      Eat your fill, my friends;
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent10">
+      Let us gladly, cheerfully take,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      The food the dear God sends.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "I think," said Toots, "that every song you read is the best one, and I
+      wish birds could talk.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      "They certainly talk to each other," said his mother, "and the robins in
+      our apple-tree try very hard to answer me when I talk to them."
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0069" id="linkimage-0069"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="fig" style="width:65%;">
+      <img src="images/0101m.jpg" alt="0101m " width="100%" /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/0101.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0070" id="linkimage-0070"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="fig" style="width:65%;">
+      <img src="images/0105m.jpg" alt="0105m " width="100%" /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/0105.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+    <div style="height: 6em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of Toots and his Friends, by Kate Tannatt Woods
+
+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: Toots and his Friends
+
+Author: Kate Tannatt Woods
+
+Release Date: April 14, 2014 [EBook #45388]
+
+Language: English
+
+Character set encoding: ASCII
+
+*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK TOOTS AND HIS FRIENDS ***
+
+
+
+
+Produced by David Widger from page images generously
+provided by the Internet Archive
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: 0001]
+
+[Illustration: 0006]
+
+[Illustration: 0007]
+
+
+
+TOOTS AND HIS FRIENDS
+
+By Kate Tannatt Woods
+
+Author Of "Twice Two," "Six Little Rebels," "Doctor Dick,"
+"Out And About," Etc.
+
+Illustrated
+
+Cassell & Company, Limited New York, London And Paris
+
+1883
+
+[Illustration: 0009]
+
+[Illustration: 0010]
+
+
+
+
+HOW TOOTS WENT TO BED.
+
+OOTS is our baby. He is a queer one too; up early, and always in dread
+of bed-time. One morning, not long ago, we heard him singing, and on
+looking for him, found the little rogue in the very middle of our best
+bed in the guest chamber, where he was playing hand-organ with a long
+hairpin put through the pretty pillow covers which had just come home
+from the laundry. There he sat singing a droll medley of "Uncle Ned,"
+"Blessed Desus," and "Down in the Coal Mine." He had been watching two
+soldiers with a hand-organ, and Toots likes to do everything he sees
+done. While we were putting the guest-room in order, Toots marched out
+as a blind man, with his eyes shut and a cane in his hand. This brought
+him to grief, for he was picked up at the foot of the stairs with two
+large bumps on his pretty white brow. Toots was quiet then for a little
+while, a very little while, for as soon as we decided that his bones
+were all sound and a doctor need not be called, he "played sick," and
+asked for "shicken brof" and toast.
+
+One night mamma was imprudent, for she said to a visitor, who was
+praising the little fellow, "Oh, yes, Toots is always lovely and gentle
+at bed-time." That very night while mamma was resting on the lounge, and
+her friend was chatting, both ladies heard a mysterious clicking. "It
+can't be Toots," said mamma; "his eyes were closed when I left him."
+Then the clicking came again louder than ever, and suddenly a crash as
+of breaking glass. Mamma sprang up at once, and there was Toots seated
+on a bath-tub driving for dear life with two of his best sashes for
+reins. He had fastened one on each side of the mirror, and in his
+eagerness to drive fast, had tumbled down toilet-bottles, cushions, and
+all the pretty things his mamma loved to see. Toots was playing circus.
+Barnum had been in town the day before, and Toots had made a grand
+procession with chairs, books, bottles, pictures, and everything his
+little hands could reach. Such a happy, beaming face was never seen
+before. "Why, Toots, I thought you were asleep," said mamma. "No, I hab
+too much to do, my 'cession is coming up street fast."
+
+When he was quite small, Toots used to spend hours in the garden safely
+fastened into the standing stool which his grandpa had when a little
+boy. The little fellow's face was so bright, and his large eyes so full
+of innocent fun, that no one could be angry with Toots even when he did
+very strange and unexpected things.
+
+[Illustration: 0013]
+
+
+
+
+TOOTS AT THE KINDERGARTEN.
+
+|WHEN Toots was old enough to enter a little school, his mamma said he
+must go to a Kindergarten, which, you all know, is a delightful place
+for all children. Our good German friends first thought of it for their
+little people, and here in America we have found it an excellent fashion
+to follow. Block building, song singing, and drawing with pretty things
+in needlework, and forms in clay, not only teach the children to think
+but to do, and good thinking must always come before well doing, Toots'
+mamma knew a kind German lady who understood teaching the little ones,
+and after some delay a school was opened and Toots was a pupil. He cried
+hard at first. He was afraid of strangers, and he dreaded to speak aloud
+before them, although he was such a rogue at home. His mamma bought him
+a pretty lunch basket and put in it some little cakes for his lunch, and
+then they rode away in the horse car to the schoolroom. After the first
+day Toots was always ready to go. "It is only play," he said. But it
+was more than play, for every night Toots had something new to tell;
+sometimes he had watered the plants in the school-room, sometimes he
+talked of cubes and triangles, sometimes he sang a little song. Toots
+was learning without knowing it, and all the time he was very happy. No
+one was allowed to say a naughty word, no one was ever rude or unkind,
+and all the little eyes and hands were trained.
+
+[Illustration: 0016]
+
+When Toots told his grandma about the seed germ of a plant and how
+it grew she said, "Ah, I wish I could have gone to such a school; the
+children are very fortunate now a days." One day Toots brought his
+grandma a pretty book-mark he had worked, and he could tell the names of
+all the colors in it and the names of the stitches. Such pretty things
+as he made in clay, such dainty shapes and forms, it really was quite
+wonderful to see them and hear the little fellow in kilt skirts talk
+about them. One day Toots did not come home from the Kindergarten as
+usual. His favorite car driver shook his head as he passed the house.
+Toots had not come out to ride home with him. Grandma was much worried.
+"Never mind," said mamma, "he is quite safe, perhaps they are all out
+for walk, or studying the trees or flowers in the garden; he will come
+in the next car, for his teacher always puts him on herself." When the
+next car came, there was the little boy, smiling and happy. The children
+had taken a long walk with their teacher, and when they returned Toots
+had fallen asleep, so the kind teacher would not disturb him, and the
+little fellow was well rested.
+
+After dinner he had a long story to tell about the lungs of plants
+and the edges of leaves, which were like little saws, and a pretty
+pitcher-plant he had seen. When his story was complete he added, "All my
+children shall go to a Kindergarten, for it is the nicest place in the
+world 'cept mamma's room."
+
+
+
+
+THE HAPPY HOUR.
+
+[Illustration: 9018]
+
+VERY night just before bedtime Toots and his mamma had a happy hour
+together.
+
+Sometimes a friend or two would share the pleasures of this evening
+hour, and Toots enjoyed it much more if Bessie or Flossie, or some of
+his mates, could hear mamma's stories or verses written expressly for
+children. When Toots was quite small he was rude enough one day to
+strike his nurse, and after mamma had heard all the story, she read
+these lines about
+
+
+JOHNNIE'S TROUBLES.
+
+``My mamma's sorry, now, she is;
+
+```I don' know what I'se done;
+
+``S'pec' she feels sorry jess bekause
+
+```I slapped old nurse like fun.=
+
+``Old nurse she digs and shates me too;
+
+```I wish I went to stool;
+
+``Teacher won't set me down so hard,
+
+```An' call me "little fool."=
+
+``She pinches awful! dess I know,
+
+```My arms is black an' blue;
+
+``She says she "hopes to do to Heaven
+
+```I hope I shan't do too.=
+
+``I don't like nurses--do you now?
+
+```Dey is dest as mean as dirls;
+
+``When I dits big I'll let'em know
+
+```Dey musn't pull my turls.=
+
+``My mamma she's real dood, she is;
+
+```On most the days I play
+
+``With her jess like she was a boy,
+
+```She hugs me every day.=
+
+``My mamma she don't stold me none,
+
+```I dess she don't know how;
+
+``But nurse, oh, my! she spoke so loud;
+
+```Hush, she is toming now!=
+
+``No, dat ain't nurse, an' ain't I glad?
+
+```I jess know what I'll do,
+
+``I'll do tell mamma I was bad,
+
+```An' I feel sorry too.=
+
+``I dess Dod made my mamma sure,
+
+```She is so sweet and nice;
+
+``But who made nurse, s'pose you know?
+
+```I'll ask my Drandma Rice.=
+
+[Illustration: 00290]
+
+
+
+
+ELFIE.
+
+[Illustration: 9021]
+
+MONG Toots' friends was a little girl whose name was Elfie. She lived
+just across the way, and her papa's garden joined that of Toots' mamma.
+There was a large gate, between the gardens, and the children went back
+and forth in the summer. They seldom quarrelled, and both children were
+glad to share their playthings. When Toots had the scarlet fever and
+was shut up in a room with his mamma and nurse, Elfie cried to have the
+fever too, so she could see him. It was summer time when Toots was sick,
+and sometimes when he was tired and restless he would moan so Elfie
+could hear him in the garden. One day when it was very warm and every
+one was tired and cross, Auntie bathed Elfie and put her on the bed, but
+she did not stay there long; she began to think of Toots--how warm he
+must be, how tired of the bed and that ugly dark room. Suddenly Elfie
+remembered that people used to bring her mamma pretty flowers when she
+was ill.
+
+[Illustration: 0022]
+
+Perhaps she might carry Toots some flowers; her auntie was fast asleep
+and the nurse was out. Yes, she would go into the garden and get the
+prettiest flowers there for poor Toots. She had no shoes--auntie had put
+them away--and no stockings; but it would not matter; plenty of children
+never had shoes or stockings, and it could not hurt very much, for they
+could run.
+
+Just then a low moan was heard and that decided Elfie; she sprang up and
+ran down stairs; no one was in sight but Touser, and he was such a good
+dog, he only lapped her bare feet with his tongue, so little Elfie went
+into the garden and began to gather flowers.
+
+Presently she heard another moan from the sick-room, and she ran as fast
+as she could through the gate and up to the door. One of the servants
+was just coming out. "Why, little Elfie!" said she, "you will hurt those
+poor bare feet and you must not come here now, did any one send you?"
+
+"No, I runned away,'coz I wanted Toots to have some flowers, and I wish
+I could have the fever too, and be sick with him."
+
+"Poor child!" said the maid, "Master Toots shall have your flowers and
+he is better to-day, only the great heat makes him moan; wait here a bit
+until I send them up to his room and then I will take you home."
+
+The flowers were carried to the sick-room and Toots smiled when they
+told him what his little friend said. "Tell her not to wish for the
+fever," he said, "for I feel as if I were on fire, and there is no cool
+place in the bed; but when I am well again we will play together at the
+fountain and keep our store as we used to." Elfie was very happy when
+she heard this message, and after that she sent flowers to the sick boy
+every day.
+
+
+
+
+PAUL BROWN.
+
+[Illustration: 9024]
+
+HEN Toots first went to the Kindergarten he met there a little boy whose
+name was Paul Brown. He was a very bright little fellow, but he could
+not talk as well as Toots; some of his words were cut short and it
+sounded very cunning, for Paul did his best and the Kindergarten teacher
+told the boys and girls that no one could do better than his best. One
+day a little baby sister came to Paul's house and this is the story he
+told his grandpa when the old gentleman came in to see the stranger:
+
+PAUL'S REMARKS AT FOUR YEARS OF AGE.
+
+``"Fink I don't know what dat fing is,
+
+```All wrapped up in gwanma's lap?
+
+``I does; nurse told me so to-day,
+
+```It's my sisser tatin' a nap.
+
+``"She's only a piece of a day old now,
+
+```But she _looks_ like any fing;
+
+``Wight out of her great eyes all boo,
+
+```An', ganpa, she can sing:=
+
+``"There, don't you hear her, naughty dirl?
+
+``She skuled dat way--because
+
+``I feeled her foots, to see if 'em gowed
+
+```Like mine or pussy's claws.=
+
+``"Sissers ain't nice to sing dat way,
+
+```And gwanma holds her snug;
+
+``I wouldn't cuy if her holded me,
+
+```All up in dat pwetty rug.=
+
+``"Oh, yes, me knows, she's a sisser, she is,
+
+```An' I'm jess a boy, dat's all;
+
+``Sissers ain't dood for much, I fink,
+
+```Why, her couldn't hold my ball.=
+
+``"Dess if I was made a piece of a day,
+
+```I would know some more dan dat;
+
+``No, ganpa, sissers ain't dood for much,
+
+```I'll do and find my cat."=
+
+[Illustration: 0025]
+
+[Illustration: 0026]
+
+
+
+
+PAUL'S VIEWS AT EIGHT YEARS OF AGE.
+
+|WHEN Paul grew older and the little sister could go with him to school
+he changed his mind about her value. Sometimes, I am sorry to say, he
+led her into mischief, and once they were lost a whole day in the woods
+because Paul wanted to show her how the flowers grew and the trees sang,
+but after all the little girl made him a better boy as we shall see.=
+
+``What's that you say? "She's only a girl?"
+
+```Well, so much the better for that;
+
+``Her eyes are the prettiest I ever saw,
+
+```Just peep at them under her hat.=
+
+``She talks in the funniest broken way,
+
+```Just as I did once! Well, who cares?
+
+``I never could smile the way she does,
+
+```Or pit-a-pat on the stairs.=
+
+``I wonder at girls, I do, Jim Pool,
+
+```Let me try as hard as I will,
+
+``To put my feet down easy and soft,
+
+```They will pound and thump down still.=
+
+``And I never yet tried to close the door
+
+```As gentle as sister pan do,
+
+``That it doesn't go bang and shake the house,
+
+```"That's queer; it's just so with you."=
+
+[Illustration: 0028]
+
+``Well, Jim, we are boys, only boys you see,
+
+```And apt to be noisy and rough;
+
+``But my little sister, she just teaches me,
+
+```One look of her eyes is enough.=
+
+``I can't tell just why, but as true as you live,
+
+```I am better since she came here;
+
+``"She's only a girl!" Yes, I know, Jim Pool,
+
+```And I'm only a boy, that's clear.=
+
+``My mother was once a girl like her,
+
+```And she's just as good as gold;
+
+``What's that? oh, nonsense, I know, Jim Pool,
+
+```My mother won't ever "grow old."=
+
+``What's that? False hair and teeth for her?
+
+```Go home, Jim Pool, I won't play
+
+``With a boy who says my mother dear
+
+```Will ever be "ugly and gray."=
+
+``But never mind, Jim, you ain't to blame,
+
+```You've no sister or mother, you see;
+
+``If mine grows ugly, and wrinkled, and lame,
+
+```She will still be mother to me.=
+
+
+
+
+MAX THE MEDDLER.
+
+[Illustration: 9030]
+
+AX was not one of Toots' "really truly friends," so Toots said, but
+mamma and cousin Hattie were kind to Max. He needed friends badly. He
+had no mother, and his father was a cruel, wicked man. One day when
+Toots and his mother were spending the day with cousin Hattie, the
+latter said, "I have some very bad news to tell you. Some wicked boy has
+torn down my little bird-house which papa put in the maple tree for me,
+and my dear little birds have gone away."
+
+"How cruel!" said Toots.
+
+"Who could climb over your high wall?" asked his mamma.
+
+"I cannot guess," replied cousin Hattie, "but my roses are trampled, and
+papa says it must be a boy, as he measured the footsteps."
+
+"You had better watch for the thief, and, perhaps, we can coax him to
+behave better in future." Miss Hattie and the servants watched in vain
+for a week, but one day while the ladies were reading in the library the
+servant knocked to say that a queer-looking boy had just slid down the
+fence, and perhaps he was the thief.
+
+The ladies went out at once and found him. He looked ragged and
+neglected, but his face was a good one if it had only been clean and
+happy.
+
+"I am sorry you climbed over that way," said cousin Hattie; "whenever
+you would like to see my garden you shall come in if you will ring the
+bell." The boy looked very much ashamed. "Please tell me your name."
+
+"Max," was the brief reply.
+
+"It is a very nice name," said cousin Hattie. "Now Max, if you will come
+with me into the kitchen I will find some lunch for you." Max followed
+her in, but he could not eat much; the cook looked at him sharply.
+
+"I know him, miss," said she, "he is called Max the Meddler. He never
+lets a poor bird or cat have any rest where he is, and he is prying
+about everywhere. I am sure he took your bird-house."
+
+Cousin Hattie said, "Never mind, cook; he will never do it again;
+perhaps he will earn a new name and a better one." After he had eaten
+his lunch the young lady took him out into the garden and told him the
+story of her birds--how much she loved them, how her papa put up their
+house, and how sorry she was to have them disturbed. Max looked more
+than ever ashamed. At last he said: "I will never do so again, lady, and
+if you will let me come and work in your garden I will pay you for the
+little house, which I sold to another boy."
+
+[Illustration: 0032]
+
+
+
+
+OUR MAY.
+
+[Illustration: 9033]
+
+ITTLE MAY is Toots' own cousin, and one of the dearest little girls you
+ever knew!
+
+She is a tender-hearted child, and, like Toots, very fond of pets. Once
+on a cold winter day she found a poor little dead bird which the snow
+storm of the night before had killed. She brought it to cousin Toots,
+and together they buried it under a snowbank in the garden. One night
+during the "Happy Hour" May said "I wish you wrote some truly verses
+about me, dear auntie," and the very next night auntie did, and here
+they are:=
+
+``In the early summer light,
+
+``Trampling down the red and white,
+
+``Eating clover, sweet and fair,
+
+``Happy child with floating hair;
+
+``Not a thought of injured hay.
+
+```That's our darling,
+
+```That's our May.=
+
+``In the garret, on the stair,
+
+``Climbing haymows, everywhere;
+
+``Wearing glasses, teaching school,
+
+``Bringing dollies up by rule,
+
+``Working hard to call it play,
+
+```That's our darling,
+
+```That's our May.=
+
+[Illustration: 0034]
+
+``In the parlor, on the floor,
+
+``Looking all the pictures o'er;
+
+``Making fun of grave old books,
+
+``Searching into sacred nooks--
+
+``Always cheerful, always gay.
+
+```That's our darling,
+
+```That's our May.=
+
+``At the door, the first to see
+
+``Papa, as he comes to tea,
+
+``In his lap, with dancing eyes,
+
+``Searching pockets for a prize,
+
+``Asking "what you've done all day?"
+
+```That's our darling,
+
+```That's our May.=
+
+``In the chamber just at night,
+
+``Nestled in her gown of white;
+
+``Eyelids closed on cheeks of red,
+
+``Kneeling by her little bed,
+
+``Lisping "teach me how to pray."
+
+```That's our darling,
+
+```That's our May.=
+
+``Future woman, what maybe
+
+``Life with all its cares to thee?
+
+``Who shall say in after time,
+
+``Blessings on that head of thine?
+
+``Rich and good thy life we pray,
+
+```God's and ours,
+
+```Dear little May.=
+
+
+
+
+A BUBBLE PARTY.
+
+[Illustration: 9036]
+
+HEN Toots was four years old, his mamma thought she would let him have a
+birthday party. She wrote the invitations on the prettiest little
+paper, with funny frogs and dogs and cats in the corner, and each
+little envelope was made to match. Twenty-five pretty little notes to
+twenty-five dear little people, and every one came. No one else ever had
+such a party before. Large tables were covered with books and toys,
+all manner of games were waiting to be played, and in one corner of the
+children's play-room was a table with bowls, plates, and pipes, and all
+the children were invited to blow bubbles. Such fun as they had! Some
+blew large and some blew small, and those who laughed hard blew none at
+all. At last Toots and Robbie Mason began to see something in the soap
+bubble, "beautiful colors like the rainbow," said Toots.
+
+"More of them," said Robbie, and then all the children began to wonder.
+
+"What makes it?" asked Robbie, eagerly; "I wish I knew?"
+
+"I will tell you," said mamma. "When a ray of light is divided, as it
+always is when it reaches an object on which to rest, it has different
+colors, because each color has different powers and is refracted or
+turned from its course. Let us cast a ray of light on this piece
+of glass called a prism; now examine it closely, here we have seven
+colors--red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and violet The red is
+bent out of its course the least and it remains at the bottom; the blue
+is refracted most and goes to the top. Now blow a nice bubble, little
+Daisy, and I will explain the colors. You see the film is thicker
+in some places than in others, and that causes different powers of
+refraction or turning aside of the rays, and therefore, you observe
+different colors; as the soap bubble constantly changes its thickness,
+the rays vary or change also."
+
+"There isn't any soap in the real rainbow in the clouds, is there?"
+asked thoughtful Robbie.
+
+"Oh, no; when the clouds opposite the sun are dark and rain is still
+falling, the rays of the bright sun are divided by the rain drops as
+they would be here with my prism." #
+
+After the children grew tired of bubbles they had many games and a nice
+supper, after which they went home saying it was the best party they
+ever went to.
+
+[Illustration: 0037]
+
+[Illustration: 0038]
+
+
+
+
+SEWING A SEAM.
+
+[Illustration: 9039]
+
+LOSE by the window I saw her,
+
+``Only a bright young girl,
+
+``With a tear on her drooping lashes,
+
+```Half hid by a straying curl.=
+
+``June sunshine was tempting her sorely,
+
+```The children were playing near by,
+
+``And still she sat with her sewing,
+
+```And the tear-drop in her eye.=
+
+``At last in anger she muttered,
+
+```"So cruel, so hateful, and mean!
+
+``I lose all the brightness and beauty,
+
+```As I sit here sewing a seam.=
+
+``"My thread grows tangled and dirty,
+
+```My needle is sure to stick fast,
+
+``And the girls are passing the window:
+
+```Please tell me that work-time has past."=
+
+``Ah, Daisy, dear child, in the future,
+
+```As the shadows of life come and go,
+
+``You will find some duties as irksome
+
+```As the seam you are trying to sew.=
+
+[Illustration: 0040]
+
+``Threads will knot, Daisy dear, and the needles
+
+```Will rust if you wet them with tears;
+
+``And seams will grow rough to your fingers,
+
+```When feeble and trembling with years.=
+
+``Even brightness may pass like the sunshine,
+
+```Your life holding one little gleam;
+
+``But God is still watching my darling,
+
+```He knows we are sewing a seam.=
+
+``Dear Grandma is wiser but cheerful,
+
+```She sits by the window to-day;
+
+``Where the sunlight is kissing her forehead,
+
+```And children are near her at play.=
+
+``A smile in place of your tear-drop,
+
+```Grey locks where your golden are seen;
+
+``She says God's loved hath illumined
+
+```Her life, and made easy each seam.=
+
+``She, too, can think of a summer day,
+
+```So sunny and bright in the past;
+
+``But her lips always say, "Father take me,
+
+```When play-time and work-time are past."=
+
+[Illustration: 0041]
+
+
+
+
+A FOUR-FOOTED FRIEND.
+
+[Illustration: 9042]
+
+LL Toots' playmates among the boys and girls knew how very fond he was
+of his four-footed friends, and the children were very fond of watching
+him when he made his pets perform all sorts of tricks. Poor Toots
+was nearly ill one day when one of his pet cats was found dead in the
+stable. He cried and would not be comforted, but his mamma said that
+poor pussy had not been well for a long time, and she probably died in
+a fit. Not long after Pussy Meek's death, Toots was confined to his room
+with a bad cough, and his mamma went to a store to buy some cough drops
+which the doctor had ordered. When the old lady who kept the store heard
+that Toots was ill she said, "I wish I had something nice to send him;
+he is so polite and kind. Do you suppose he would like another kitten?
+We have three beauties now, and our cat mother is a fine old mouser."
+
+"He would like it very much. I left him just now crying for his dear pet
+Pussy Meek."
+
+"Dear little fellow!" said the old lady, "he shall have the very
+prettiest one we have."
+
+Then she took a candy-box and made some holes in it and put the
+prettiest little kitty inside.
+
+Toots was wild with pleasure; he sat up in bed and held her in his arms,
+then he fed her some warm milk, and at last she cuddled down with her
+little head peeping out of the bosom of his night-gown, and then she
+slept a long, long time. Toots was much troubled to find a pretty name
+for her. At last he said, "poor little Pussy, we cannot find a name
+good enough or sweet enough for you." His mamma said suppose we call her
+_Psyche._ This pleased Toots very much and the new kitty was duly named
+Pysche, and a nice ribbon was tied about her neck. For many days she
+lived in Toots' room and nestled close to him. As she grew older she
+grew wiser and very full of fun. All summer long she chased flies and
+grasshoppers, and when the children played ball, Pysche understood it
+all and took her place properly. She has two very cunning tricks--one
+was to never enter a door if she could make some one open a window to
+let her in, and the other was to hide away at bedtime and then come out
+to play when all the house was still. In the summer time Pysche went to
+the seaside with the family, where she was a great pet with the grown-up
+people as well as the children.
+
+[Illustration: 0044]
+
+
+
+
+NAUGHTY SANDY
+
+[Illustration: 9045]
+
+NLY a doll! I wouldn't cry,"
+
+`Said naughty, teasing Sandy;
+
+`"She's just a lot of rags and things
+
+``I'd rather have some candy."=
+
+``But little sister cried and cried,
+
+```It was her "bestest" treasure;
+
+``While naughty Sandy tried and tried
+
+```To tease her for his pleasure.=
+
+``"Don't cry, dear pet," the sister said,
+
+```"Some day he would be sorry
+
+``To have us treat his pretty boat
+
+```As he is treating Dolly."=
+
+``"Only a doll," said he again,
+
+```"A boat is ten times better;
+
+``This thing can't sail; I'll go and see
+
+```If she can swim, I'll let her."=
+
+``Oh, sister, make him div' her back;
+
+```He'll kill my darling pet;
+
+``Don't let him put her in the pond
+
+```And get her nice d'ess wet.=
+
+``"You's very cruel, bruver, now-;
+
+``Please, div' her back to me;
+
+``'Tause she's my only darlin' child,
+
+``She sleeps upon my knee."=
+
+``"Only a little, mean old doll,
+
+``Not worth my bat or ball;
+
+``Hark! take your baby; here comes pa;
+
+``I hear him in the hall."=
+
+``"Teasing again? Ah! Sandy, lad,
+
+``Remember this, I pray:
+
+``Only a coward teases one
+
+``Too small to get away.=
+
+``"Go to your room, my boy, and there
+
+``Think how this game would please,
+
+``If sister Nell should serve you so,
+
+``And always try to tease."
+
+
+
+
+FLOSSIE'S HANDS.
+
+[Illustration: 9048]
+
+LOSSIE helps ever so much," said Toots, one day--"she dusts the chairs
+in her mother's room, waters the plants, and holds her auntie's worsted.
+Her auntie is knitting a new rug for the phaeton."
+
+"Little hands should always help," said mamma, "they were made to be
+useful, and I know Flossie is happier when she is doing something to
+make home pleasant. One day I heard Flossie saying, "Oh dear! I wish I
+had something to do. I am tired of my dollies, I don't want to read, and
+there is no one here for me to play with." I said, "My dear little girl,
+your mamma has too much to do; she will give you something, and auntie
+will be glad to have you help her; those little hands must be kept busy
+every day." Soon after Flossie learned how to dust the chairs, then she
+picked the bits of thread from the carpet, then she gave the canary some
+food and water, and now she is making a dress for her dollie. In a few
+short months Flossie will learn to do a great many useful things and no
+one will hear her say, "I wish I had something to do."
+
+"I always have enough to do," said Toots, "I cannot get time to read
+half the books I like, and then there are so many pets to take care of,
+beside the skating and sliding in winter, and the fun at the seaside in
+summer, and when I am at grandpa's he calls me 'a little worker.'"
+
+Just then Flossie came running after Toots. "Would he go with her to buy
+some rolls for tea and take a book back to the library?"
+
+Toots was very glad to go and carry some books for mamma, beside he
+must stop at the post-office for some stamps, and bring home a sheet of
+transparent paper to make some paper balloons for the children in the
+hospital. Such busy little people as they were! and how happy, too!
+
+That night when Toots was fast asleep, his good mother said to his papa:
+"Children do more than we give them credit for; last week I kept an
+account of all the kind and useful things performed by our little boy,
+and it would surprise you to see how much it all amounts to. Beside the
+errands for me he has thought of others, and that is good for us all.
+I really think he has found more pleasure in mending old books and toys
+for sick children than in having them for himself, and Flossie is quite
+another little girl since she learned to help mamma."
+
+[Illustration: 0049]
+
+[Illustration: 0050]
+
+
+
+
+JAMIE DOON.
+
+[Illustration: 9051]
+
+E is lying on his pillows
+
+`All day, sweet Jamie Doon
+
+`His little back is crooked,
+
+```Yet he sings a merry tune.=
+
+``For light of heart is Jamie,
+
+```Poor cripple though he be;
+
+``He is cheerful as the sunshine,
+
+```Or the birdies on the tree.=
+
+``What makes you so contented,
+
+```My little Jamie boy?"
+
+``Asks a thoughtful lady, kindly,
+
+```When she carries him a toy.=
+
+``I have so many blessings,"
+
+```Said gentle Jamie Doon,
+
+``I watch the flowers, and birdies
+
+```Oft sing for me a tune.=
+
+``Then the children come to see me,
+
+```And every one is kind;
+
+``It might be worse you see, Miss,
+
+``If I were deaf and blind."=
+
+``Ah, gentle little Jamie!
+
+```Count blessings day by day;
+
+``It might be worse, indeed, lad,
+
+```So smile and sing away.=
+
+[Illustration: 0052]
+
+Jamie had once been a very active boy and a good scholar, but his back
+was injured by a blow given him by a thoughtless playmate, and ever
+since he has been a great sufferer. It is a dreadful thing to injure
+any one for life, and boys cannot be too careful when playing with each
+other. I am sorry to say that the little boy who hurt Jamie does not
+seem to care for the terrible ruin he has wrought; perhaps he has not
+been taught at home to think kindly and tenderly of others.
+
+
+
+
+FIVES.
+
+A LITTLE STORY IN RHYME.
+
+|FIVE little sparrows one sunny morn Eating their breakfast out in the
+corn:
+
+``Five little boys, cruel as boys can be,
+
+``Longing to kill those birds blithe and free:
+
+``Five little stones that whizzed in the air,
+
+``And fell all at once where the sparrows were:
+
+``Five little sparrows that flew safe away
+
+``For sparrows are quicker than boys, any day:
+
+``Five little boys that looked quite forlorn
+
+``As they wandered on through the waving corn.=
+
+
+
+
+OLIVER TWIST AT HOME.
+
+[9054]
+
+LIVER TWIST was the name of a fine rooster or gamecock which belonged to
+Toots' grandpa, and many were the stories told of him. He became quite
+famous in the family, and out of it, and none of the children wanted
+him killed or sold even if he grew too old to walk. When grandpa bought
+Oliver he carried him home between his knees in the carriage, while he
+drove Frisk, the pony. Toots' mamma sat by his side with a huge basket
+in her lap containing a fine old mother hen with ten little chicks. They
+were all going into grandpa's coop at the farm, and then he would take
+care of them for Toots.
+
+"I suppose I have been very foolish to pay such a price for this
+fellow," said grandpa, "but he is smart enough to peck pretty hard."
+
+All the way to the farm the new rooster made himself as disagreeable as
+he could, now biting grandpa's hands, and now his knees, until the
+dear old man wished he had never seen him. At last he was safe in
+the hen-house, where he soon began to eat, and, as he never seemed
+satisfied, he was called Oliver Twist.
+
+"There has been an old fox about here stealing chicks," said the hired
+man, "but this Oliver will tackle him, I reckon."
+
+The hired man was right. Only a few days after grandpa heard a great
+noise among the poultry, and there was a large fox trying to get into
+the chicken-yard from the barn. Grandpa stole softly into the house and
+got his gun. When he went back Oliver was pecking at the head and eyes
+of the fox with all his might. Oliver was very angry but did not show
+any signs of fear, while the fox tried in vain to get nearer. At last
+the old fox made up his mind to spring over and eat chicken for his
+lunch, but just then, bang! went grandpa's gun, and the sly enemy
+tumbled over on the barn floor.
+
+When Oliver heard the gun he thought he was shot too, for he fell down
+and closed his eyes. When grandpa petted and praised him, and held out a
+dish of corn, he seemed to think better of it, and began to strut about,
+while all the hens cackled in chorus and seemed very proud of their
+defender.
+
+Poor Oliver met with an accident during the cold winter weather; his
+beautiful red comb was frozen and fell off. He seemed so ashamed of it
+that he could not or would not hold up his head, but a nice new comb has
+grown now and he is as proud and lordly as ever. Indeed, only yesterday
+he was seen driving a strange cat out of the yard.
+
+[Illustration: 0056]
+
+
+
+
+MRS. WHITE'S FAMILY.
+
+[Illustration: 9057]
+
+P at grandpa's farm the chicks were very happy since the old fox was
+killed, and as Toots wanted some more cunning little ones to play with
+and feed when he went up for a visit, grandpa decided to put some eggs
+under Mrs. White. Now, Mrs. White was a very fine hen, and although she
+had never raised any chicks of her own, she seemed so kind and gentle
+that grandpa was sure she would make a kind mother. He selected the eggs
+with great care, marking some very choice ones with a blue pencil. Mrs.
+White sat very quietly upon her nest for many days, until it was time
+for the little chicks to come out of their shell houses; then grandpa
+paid her a visit. Three little ones were already toddling about, and
+Mrs. White seemed to be in great distress concerning some others who
+were just trying to see what the world was made of. Grandpa helped the
+little fellows by picking away small bits of the shell, and then he
+hurried away to make some nice dough for them. When he returned, Mrs.
+White was nowhere to be seen, so grandpa covered the little new babies
+with some wool and then looked for the neglectful mother. He soon found
+her in the yard with Oliver Twist and a large flock of hens.
+
+[Illustration: 0058]
+
+Grandpa caught her and carried her back, but Mrs. White hurt the little
+ones and refused to scratch for them. She covered them with her wings
+for a few moments while grandpa was there, and then ran away again.
+
+Grandpa tried shutting her up, but still she hurt her little chicks
+and at last killed one. Then grandpa told her she was a cruel, wicked
+mother, and he carried the chicks into the kitchen and covered them over
+in a nice warm basket. There they nestled for several days until they
+began to hop out and get under grandma's feet. After that they had a
+little house in the shed and soon grew very fast. Toots called them the
+orphans, and never again liked Mrs. White, although she was so handsome.
+Soon after this grandpa put some eggs under a queer old hen which all
+the family called Mrs. Gummidge, she was so cross and queer. When her
+chicks came she was a very kind mother and scratched for them all day
+long. She was very proud of them, too, and seemed to say, "Did you ever
+see such little darlings?" Mrs. Gummidge went about with her children
+until they were large enough to take care of themselves, and then she
+sat quietly on some more eggs and raised another family, but none of
+them ever seemed quite so precious to Toots as the little neglected
+chicks of Mrs. White.
+
+[Illustration: 0059]
+
+
+
+
+BUD AND BUNNIE.
+
+[Illustration: 9060]
+
+WO dear little girlies, born at the same time, with eyes, hair, and
+little faces so exactly alike that even their mother could not tell them
+apart; and when their pictures were taken and sent to Toots' papa, every
+one wondered which was Bud and which was Bunnie. The twins' papa was
+an old classmate of Toots' papa, and as soon as the baby girls came he
+wrote a very funny letter telling all about them. He said they were both
+like little rosebuds, and he was puzzled to know what to call them, so
+he simply nicknamed them Bud and Bunnie until the mamma could decide
+upon a name.
+
+"They are dear little bits of womanhood," he said, when the children
+were three years old, "and I am ashamed to say that we still go on
+calling them by the old pet names. It would please you to see them at
+play, they are so very happy. Bunnie, who is a little more gentle than
+her sister, often gives up to her in their sports; and yet Bud is never
+cross. She takes the lead because she is fitted for it, while Bunnie
+nestles down and is content to do as she is told. They are into mischief
+every hour in the day--good-natured mischief of course. Sometimes we
+find them dressed in their mother's clothes, sometimes in my coats.
+
+"Not long ago my wife and I determined to send a hamper of good things
+to her old nurse, who has been very unfortunate. We collected all our
+gifts and were about to pack them, when we chanced to think of a new
+prayer-book in large type, so away we went, to buy it, for she would not
+go without me and I would not know how to select without her. When we
+returned to the store-room where we were packing, what did we see but
+our twins, Bud and Bunnie, both seated in the hamper. They made such a
+charming picture that I sketched them on the spot."
+
+Of course Toots' papa sent back a letter at once, and said they were the
+dearest little girlies in the world, and he wished he had some himself;
+but he was quite sure that his boys were just as good boys as ever grew,
+and he would send their pictures to prove it.
+
+[Illustration: 0062]
+
+[Illustration: 0061]
+
+
+
+
+DAISY DEAN.
+
+[Illustration: 9063]
+
+AISY DEAN is a little lass,
+
+`With rosy cheeks and eyes like glass;
+
+`When she sulks she is very queer,
+
+`When she smiles she is very dear;
+
+``Pretty and fair as a flower is she,
+
+``Busy and quick as a little bee.=
+
+``Good or bad, do what she may,
+
+``We wash and dress her every day;
+
+``Comb her hair, and give her milk,
+
+``And dress her well with sash of silk.
+
+``With all her faults, we never have seen
+
+``A dearer girl than our Daisy Dean.
+
+Daisy was much pleased with her little verses, "all her own," as she
+said, and I heard her whispering to her friend May that she would never
+sulk again if she could help it. Daisy has one serious fault: she never
+puts things in their places. One morning she could not find her hat
+anywhere, and her mamma made her go to school without it. Daisy cried
+and wanted to wear her best one, but her mamma said, "No; that would not
+teach her to remember." The girls were much amused when Daisy entered
+the dressing-room at school without any hat on.
+
+"What have you done with it?" asked May.
+
+[Illustration: 0064]
+
+"I don't know; it is lost somewhere."
+
+"What a careless little girl! Why, I always hang mine up in one place
+when I go home from school or play," said May.
+
+"So do I," said several of the girls, but some of the boys did not
+speak, and a little bird whispers to me that some of my kindest "little
+friends throw their caps down on the floor, table, lounge, chairs,
+or the first place they can find." Oh, oh, boys! this is too bad, for
+"order is heaven's first law."
+
+[Illustration: 0065]
+
+
+
+
+THE COMMISSARY.
+
+[Illustration: 9066]
+
+COMMISSARY is one who furnishes supplies of food to an army or body of
+men, but I dare say you never heard of a dog commissary. He lived at
+the boarding-school where Toots' mamma went when a little girl, and his
+owner was the lady who kept the school. Her son brought him home one day
+and taught him many tricks. Every day he went to market for the family,
+and it was great fun for the younger girls to see "Captain Com" go out
+with his basket in his mouth. His errands were always faithfully done.
+No boy ever dared to meddle with Com, and although he went five blocks
+to market no one ever tried to get his note out of the basket. Every
+morning he waited until madam consulted with cook and wrote down the
+order, and then when it was put into his care he would trot away in a
+very happy frame of mind. "Com" was very good to the younger pupils. He
+would let them drive him in a little cart, or play tag with them by the
+hour. Once in the vacation, when nearly all the pupils had gone home,
+madam said: "We will not send an order to the butcher to-day; it is so
+warm, we will have a light lunch."
+
+"Com" did not like this; he was very restless for a long time, and at
+last one of the children said, "I think Com has gone to market. He tried
+to get his basket from the nail and he could not; then he ran away."
+
+"We will go out for a walk and see," said madam, "for 'Com' can do
+everything but talk, and he is greatly distressed because I did not
+order dinner."
+
+When they reached the butcher's, there was "Com" with his paws on the
+cutting block, patiently waiting to be served.
+
+"He deserves a nice dinner," said the butcher, and he gave him some
+meat; still "Com" was not satisfied; he wanted it put up in paper and
+laid in a basket before he would go away. "Com" never would touch a bit
+of meat until he went home to cook, with his marketing.
+
+Where Com lived they did not have letter carriers or postmen, and his
+mistress made a little mail-bag for him which he carried to the office
+morning and night. He always entered by the back door, and the clerk
+would kindly wait upon him. Sometimes his bag would be full of letters
+and papers for the pupils, and then "Com" was very proud. Every night
+this wise dog guarded the house, and madam always felt quite happy about
+the younger children if "Com" was with them.
+
+[Illustration: 0068]
+
+
+
+
+HOW MAY WAS CURED.
+
+[Illustration: 9069]
+
+O wise person ever expects children to be perfect--grown people are
+not--still all can try to overcome their faults and grow wiser day by
+day.
+
+Although little May was a very sweet child, as she grew older she began
+to fret about little things, and one day when she was urged to learn her
+lesson in arithmetic she said, "I wish I never had to see another old
+arithmetic; I hate them all!"
+
+May's mother was very patient, and she had her own thoughts about
+punishing children. When her little daughter showed such ill-temper she
+said, quietly: "May dear, I am going out to do some errands; would you
+like to go?"
+
+May was delighted; she would do any thing to get away from her hateful
+book. Their first visit was to a shop where fruit was sold, and then to
+a florist's where the lady bought some flowers.
+
+"Now where shall we go, mamma?"
+
+"You will see presently, my dear. We will take a car and make a call on
+a friend of mine."
+
+[Illustration: 0070]
+
+At last they got out and went up some steps, where a lad answered their
+ring at the door.
+
+When they entered they saw a little girl seated on a chair with her
+hands folded. She was blind. She heard their footsteps and said, "Please
+be seated, ladies."
+
+"How long have you been blind, dear?" asked May's mother.
+
+"Four years, madam. I was very ill and have never seen the light since."
+
+"You must remember many things which you saw before your illness?"
+
+"Oh, yes; and it makes me very happy. I know just how the grass looks,
+and how blue the sky is, and when I am tired I think of it over and
+over."
+
+After some more conversation the matron came in and gladly welcomed
+May and her mother. "I would like to show my little girl through the
+school," said the latter, and the matron kindly took them into various
+rooms. Not one of the children could see, yet all seemed happy and busy.
+Some were getting lessons, some were knitting, the boys in the work-room
+were putting new seats into chairs, and yet all were blind.
+
+It was a sad sight to little May, and after she had left the flowers and
+fruit she went away looking quite thoughtful: Since that day she never
+complains when asked to get a lesson, and even her music is not tiresome
+when she thinks of blind Maggie.
+
+
+
+
+HARRY'S GUEST.
+
+[Illustration: 9072]
+
+HE'S only an orphan," mother dear,
+
+`"Her father and mother are dead;
+
+``She hasn't a home to shelter her,
+
+```Or a hat to cover her head.=
+
+``"I found her crying alone in the street,
+
+```And nobody seemed to care;
+
+``I know she is hungry and tired now--
+
+```Please give her all of my share.=
+
+``"I am glad we have tea in the garden to-night
+
+```For she wouldn't go into our home;
+
+``I could hardly coax her up here, papa,
+
+```She hasn't a friend, not one."=
+
+``"Come in, little girl, sit down here and eat,
+
+```We have plenty of food and to spare;
+
+``You are tired, poor child. Go Harry, my love,
+
+```And get your young friend a chair.=
+
+``"There, now you have eaten, pray tell us why
+
+```You wander alone in the street;
+
+``And why there is none to look after your clothes,
+
+```And keep you more tidy and neat?"=
+
+``"My mother just died, and they took her away,
+
+```And our landlady said I must go;
+
+``And all of our things belonged to her,
+
+```To pay up the rent we owe.=
+
+``"I went to the river to sit down and think,
+
+```For no one cared for me now;
+
+``I wanted to die like my own dear ma,
+
+```But I could not--I did not know how.=
+
+``"This boy he spoke kindly, and led me away,
+
+```He said he would bring me to you;
+
+``I knows I am dirty, not fit to be seen,
+
+```But, lady, my story is true."=
+
+``So they took her in, as Harry had said,
+
+```And they cared for her kindly and well--
+
+``The good they have done and the good they will do,
+
+```Only angels in heaven can tell.=
+
+[Illustration: 0073]
+
+[Illustration: 0074]
+
+
+
+
+A TIRED VISITOR.
+
+[Illustration: 9075]
+
+NE day in the summer Toots sat on the doorstep talking with his little
+friend, Fred Haldon, when a man came up to the gate with a hand-organ
+and asked if he might come in.
+
+"Oh, mamma! mamma!" called Toots, "come as soon as you can, for he has a
+monkey with him."
+
+His mother looked out of the window and nodded to the man. "Yes, he
+could play if he wished." Then she went out on the doorstep with the
+children. The monkey came to her at once. It looked so tired and sad,
+she said, "Poor little fellow!" He seemed to understand her, for he
+sprang into her lap and rubbed his head against her hand.
+
+"How tired he is!" she said kindly, "do let him rest while we feed him."
+
+The monkey would not eat much, he seemed too weary, but he bowed his
+thanks and then put his head on her hand again. When the man stopped
+playing the lady told him he would lose his monkey if he did not let it
+rest.
+
+[Illustration: 0076]
+
+The man laughed and sat down under a tree. This seemed to please the
+monkey, for he went to him and kissed him and then returned to his new
+friend, nestling down in her lap like a tired child.
+
+"He has danced too much when it was warm," said the man in broken
+English.
+
+"Then you must be very good and let him sleep." After a good rest the
+organ-grinder went away with him, and soon after Toots went with all the
+family to the sea-side, where the monkeys in the park made them think of
+their tired little visitor. Long, long after, when winter came and all
+the family were in town and all the aunts and cousins were invited to
+meet grandpa Bergland--little May's grandpa from over the sea, the door
+opened just in the very midst of the Christmas festival, and in walked
+Leno, all dressed in his best suit.
+
+"Where is his master?" asked Toots, "bring him in and let him show us
+the old tricks."
+
+So the master came in. He said, "the kind ladies and gentlemen must
+excuse him, but he could not make Leno pass the gate where the lady was
+so kind to him when he was sick."
+
+"He was quite sick then, poor thing!" said Toots' mamma.
+
+"He was very sick, dear lady. I took him away in the cool country, but
+he was like to die, and for many days I thought I must leave him there,
+for he could neither eat nor sleep, only look in my face and make a sad
+noise. I could not Leno die, for he is my only friend."
+
+"There, mamma," said grandpa Bergland, "you was kind to the dumb brute
+and it did thank you."
+
+
+
+
+MR. SMITH'S FAMILY.
+
+[Illustration: 9078]
+
+MAN who took charge of the park was very kind to Toots and allowed him
+to feed the parrots, birds, and rabbits. The rabbit-house was a favorite
+place with the children. They never tired of watching them, and the
+family was so large that the good keeper who cared for them called the
+old rabbit "Mr. Smith."
+
+"You see he has so many children, his name must be Smith," said he.
+
+The children fed them grass and clover, and many of the little creatures
+had pet names, but it was impossible to name them all, for the family
+increased so fast. One morning when the gardener went into the park to
+look at some plants he had set out the day before, he found them all out
+of the ground and the earth thrown about in every direction. "Ah!" said
+he, "those puppies must be shut up; they did all this mischief last
+night; I heard them barking."
+
+Then the gardener took the three puppies and shut them in a cellar,
+while he hurried his garden-making, in order to get more plants in place
+before the superintendent came that way. He was so anxious to get the
+plants cared for before the sun was hot that he quite neglected the
+other pets.
+
+While he was hard at work Toots ran to him crying, "Oh, Mr. Snyder, they
+are all out, the whole of Mr. Smith's family, and there is a big hole
+dug down under their house."
+
+Sure enough, the house was empty and the family nowhere to be seen.
+Toots and the boys found them at last hiding under some steps. After
+some trouble and much chasing about over the grounds they were put into
+their cage and the big hole was securely fastened.
+
+Toots released the puppies and fed them well, while Mr. Smith's family
+seemed tired out with their travels and were glad to lie down and rest.
+
+That evening while the family sat on the piazza watching the moonlight
+on the water, something ran up the steps and hid in one corner.
+
+"It must be one of those ugly rats," said Aunt Bell.
+
+"No, indeed, it is some poor hunted thing seeking refuge," said mamma.
+"Bring me a lamp, Bridget, and let us see."
+
+The lamp was brought and there in one corner of the piazza was a poor,
+lonely little rabbit. He had strayed from the rest, and now when it was
+dark he sought shelter where he heard familiar voices.
+
+[Illustration: 0080]
+
+
+
+
+WHAT SHALL WE DO WITH BABY?
+
+[Illustration: 9081]
+
+HAT shall we do with baby,
+
+`The bright-eyed mischievous one?
+
+`He wakens us all in the morning,
+
+```Two hours before the sun.=
+
+``From the time that his peepers open,
+
+```He pinches and pulls at our nose;
+
+``Or, perhaps, by way of diversion,
+
+```He gives us a taste of his toes.=
+
+``We find him rattles and clothes-pins,
+
+```We give him books by the score,
+
+``And make him a house in the corner
+
+```When lo! he is at the door.=
+
+``We pile up a basket of playthings,
+
+```And seat the rogue in a chair;
+
+``We leave to order the dinner,
+
+```Behold! no baby is there.=
+
+``He has found his way to the closet,
+
+```He is rattling our chinaware;
+
+``We run--he is clasping a goblet,
+
+```And trying to climb a chair.=
+
+[Illustration: 0082]
+
+``He is full of the funniest capers,
+
+```And scolds in the funniest way;
+
+``But never will own he is weary,
+
+```Or rest from his busy play.=
+
+``He struggles and battles with slumber,
+
+```He scratches and picks at his eyes,
+
+``We fancy him quietly sleeping,
+
+```But baby is watching the flies.=
+
+``We give him a seat at the table,
+
+```We make him a house of our chairs,
+
+``And while the coach is preparing,
+
+```The baby is tumbling down stairs.=
+
+``The apples are thrown from the basket,
+
+```His milk is spilled on the floor;
+
+``Bread and butter sticks to the carpet,
+
+``` And sugar sticks on the door.=
+
+``We puzzle our brains to amuse him,
+
+```We bow to his lordly will;
+
+``But do what we may, the baby
+
+```Is never a moment still.=
+
+``Oh, what shall we do with baby--
+
+```With his fun, and frolic, and fears?
+
+``He charms us all with his mischief,
+
+```And conquers us all with his tears.=
+
+
+
+
+DADDY TOUGH.
+
+[Illustration: 9084]
+
+T was a queer, very queer name, but the soldiers gave it to him, and
+when you hear how he conducted himself you will not wonder. Daddy Tough
+lived in a fort in the western country, and he belonged to the United
+States Government. On one side he had the letters "U. S." branded, in
+order to keep people from stealing him. The children in the fort all
+called those letters "Uncle Sam," and everything with that mark on it
+was said to belong to Uncle Sam, meaning the Government.
+
+The children about the fort used to ride on his back in a sort of double
+saddle made of willow. One day the soldiers took him inside of a small
+gate in order to remove some ashes from a cellar. The cart was backed in
+and Daddy stood with his head just outside of the gate. He looked like
+a droll picture in a frame. There he stood winking his eyes and shaking
+his long ears. When the soldiers had the ashes all in the wagon they
+told Daddy to go on, but he would not move; then they coaxed him but he
+did not stir. His driver pelted and pulled, but Daddy winked and never
+moved a step.
+
+"We must get him away somehow," said the soldiers, and at last they
+struck him. Daddy looked at them in the most reproachful manner, but he
+did not move an inch. For more than half an hour the poor soldiers tried
+to have him carry his burden away.
+
+"We must be all cleared up before dress parade," said one.
+
+"We must get him out of here somehow," said the other.
+
+"Just think how the boys would laugh if they saw Daddy standing here
+winking while the colonel was issuing his orders at dress parade."
+
+"It will never do," said the driver. "Come, Daddy, you must move on or
+you will disgrace the command."
+
+Daddy looked knowing, but still stood firm. Other soldiers came and
+they tried, but Daddy would not yield even after hard whipping. Then
+the colonel came out and told them what to do, but Daddy winked at the
+colonel as if to say, "I like this place very much and I will not go
+even for you."
+
+When all efforts had failed the colonel's wife said,
+
+"Let me try; we cure horses of ill-temper by feeding them sugar."
+
+"Nothing will cure Daddy," said her husband, "but you may try."
+
+The lady brought out some sugar and gave Daddy a taste. He shook his
+ears and made a sort of grunt. Then she patted him and held it farther
+away and at last he marched after her out of the gate and ran so fast he
+upset part of the ashes. After that when Daddy grew sulky a little sugar
+would win him over.
+
+[Illustration: 0086]
+
+
+
+
+BUTTON BLUE.
+
+[Illustration: 9087]
+
+OOTS had a brother much older than himself, and never were two boys
+better friends. Nothing pleased Toots more than stories of his brother's
+pranks when he was small. Then Toots' parents travelled nearly all the
+time, and their eldest boy saw a great deal of this busy world. All the
+soldiers in his father's regiment called him "Button Blue," for when
+they first saw him he wore little dresses with a good many buttons
+on them. After that he had a jacket and pants, or, as he called them,
+"Bocker-nickers." He was a droll little fellow, and always managed to
+twist words about. The soldiers were very fond of Button, and made him
+many presents. They taught him games of all kinds, and here we see him
+showing the major's little daughter how to play cat's cradle.
+
+[Illustration: 0088]
+
+One day Button Blue was lost and all the camp was astir. The black man,
+whose duty it was to care for him, said he left him at the sutler's
+little store, and the sutler said he saw him playing with a dog near
+the flag-staff just before the general's door. The general was away on
+horseback and he had not taken the child, for some one had seen seen him
+riding away with one of his officers and their orderlies. The men were
+nearly wild over the lost boy, but Button's mother said she only feared
+his going to the river, and yet Button never went anywhere without
+permission. The dinner hour came and went, but no boy answered to the
+summons, and men were sent in different directions to find him. They had
+not returned when the general came up on horseback.
+
+"We are in great trouble, sir," said the surgeon; "the colonel's boy is
+lost."
+
+"Button, our little Button; it is impossible. Have you sent out men to
+search? Have you looked in all the men's quarters? Why, bless you, I
+kissed the little rogue good-bye the last thing before starting; we had
+a grand romp together. I will go myself to search for him." The general
+sprang off his horse and unlocked the door of the little house known as
+his headquarters. He threw his gloves on the table and said aloud in an
+anxious tone:
+
+"Why, I love that rascal like one of my own. He must be somewhere
+about."
+
+"We have searched everywhere, sir, and no trace can be found. Even the
+colonel is discouraged, but his mother will not give up. She says he
+will be found."
+
+"Found! found! of course he will," replied the general. "Why, there
+isn't a man or boy that doesn't love Button."
+
+"Here I am, General," piped a boy's voice; and there, just waking up
+from a sound sleep, was the boy who had slipped in as the general's
+servant locked the door, and then, tired with play, threw himself on a
+lounge behind a screen where his friend the general had often rested.
+
+
+
+
+THE STORY OF THE CUCKOO.
+
+[Illustration: 0090]
+
+T was a dreary, rainy day, and Toots and his cousins were gathered in
+the library, where a cheerful open fire made them forget the chilling
+rain outside.
+
+"Auntie," said May, "please tell me why you keep that pretty bird always
+sitting above your desk?"
+
+"Toots has something to do with that. It is his bird, and perhaps you
+would like to hear about it; wait one moment until I get you a dish of
+fruit, and I will tell you how the pretty bird came here:
+
+"One summer when Toots was quite small and not very strong, our family
+doctor said, 'Couldn't you go and camp out in the pine woods somewhere
+for a few weeks?' At first it seemed quite impossible to take all the
+family, but Button Blue was so active and helpful, and the cook said she
+would like the fun of it, so at last we went, taking care to be near
+a house where we could get pure water. We had two tents. One was our
+parlor by day and the boys' bedroom by night; the other held my bed and
+an easy camp cot for Toots. We were very cosey and happy. The birds sang
+over our heads all day, and at night we could hear the whip-poor-will's
+note only a few feet from our tent door."
+
+"What did you do when it rained?" asked one of the boys.
+
+"We drew the tent curtains close, made little ditches outside to carry
+off the water, and read, played games, or told stories. One day a party
+of gentlemen came to our camp. They were out hunting, and one of them
+had in his game bag a pretty cuckoo he had just killed. Poor Toots felt
+terribly when he saw it. Only the day before he had heard its pretty
+note, 'Cuckoo! cuckoo!' and we had told him that its name was given it
+because it made that peculiar song."
+
+"I think he was wicked to shoot it," said Toots.
+
+"We all felt very sorry," said his mother, "and I think the hunters did,
+too, for they promised to keep away from our camp and avoid shooting any
+of our pets. When they left us, they told Toots he would hear from them
+again, but we forgot all about it until one day a small box was brought
+to our house by the expressman. It was directed to Toots and marked
+'with care.' On opening it we found our little friend the cuckoo
+handsomely stuffed and mounted on a branch. Toots was very much
+pleased and it has stood where it now is ever since it came."
+
+"I wish he could fly once more, and say 'Cuckoo, cuckoo,' as he used to,"
+said Toots.
+
+[Illustration: 0092]
+
+
+
+
+MAJOR AND BENJAMINA.
+
+[Illustration: 9093]
+
+KIND lady and dear friend of Toots and his mother owns a bright little
+dog named Benjamina. Its mother was blind and lame when the little puppy
+was born, and the good lady thought it was the child of the dog mother's
+old age; so she called it Benjamina, and a very cunning, wise little
+creature she is.
+
+Benjamina likes to curl up on a sofa pillow and take life easy. Nearly
+every day she takes a walk with her mistress and frisks about here and
+there. Once when they were out walking, naughty Bennie ran too near the
+horse car and was kicked by one of the horses. She lay quite still for
+a moment, and all who saw her feared she was dead. Before any one could
+reach her, a large, strong dog who belonged to a neighbor sprang across
+the street and carried her to her mistress. Poor doggie had a bad cut
+in her side which the doctor sewed up, and it was so very sore that she
+could not lie down for many days. It was quite pitiful to see it walk
+around and around in a circle, trying to go to sleep. Old Major came
+every day to see her, and when he was allowed to come into the room he
+would sit down gravely and look at her. He evidently wanted to say, "I
+am very, very sorry for you and shall be glad to see you out again."
+
+[Illustration: 0094]
+
+After a time poor Benjamina grew well enough to sit in a chair at the
+window, and Major would sit outside on the piazza and look at her. They
+really seemed to understand each other perfectly. If anything went wrong
+in the street Major would run down the steps and attend to it, and then
+come back to his station before the window. At last Bennie was taken
+out for a drive and Major ran all the way by the side of the carriage,
+barking with pleasure.
+
+Once Bennie's mistress found a large bone put on her piazza, which Major
+had brought for his friend's breakfast, and great was the good fellow's
+delight when it was carried to Bennie.
+
+Major went to church every Sunday and sat in the porch until his master
+came out; he tried very hard to go inside but was never allowed to do
+so. When the sexton went out to open the doors Major would shake himself
+and take his position on the steps. Once he came on Sunday and tried to
+coax Bennie out, but her mistress said no. When I last saw Bennie she
+was sitting in her mistress' lap while she wrote some letters. Major is
+still the same faithful friend and visits her every day.
+
+
+
+
+THE COMMODORE'S GUESTS.
+
+[Illustration: 9096]
+
+OW happy the little people were at the seashore! There was so much to
+see and so much to do that the long days ran quickly away.
+
+Toots and his friend learned many things. They caught hermit crabs, and
+were told how they stole shell houses to live in. They found star fish,
+and horse-shoe crabs, and beautiful sea anemones, and sometimes a kind
+old sailor would tell them about trawls, lobster traps, nets, and the
+queer tricks of the various fish they caught.
+
+Away out on a point of rocks near the water lived some very bright
+little boys who often came to play with Toots. One day their parents
+were invited to visit a beautiful yacht lying in the harbor. The ladies
+and gentlemen were much pleased, and when they returned from their visit
+they told the children all about it. Two little boys, Philip and
+Harry, who lived in the cottage at the point, heard the story with much
+pleasure; so did Toots, who wished he could see it. One morning when
+the wind blew hard and the water was covered with white caps, Philip's
+mother missed both her little boys. "Perhaps they have gone over to
+Toots'," she said. Their sister inquired, but Toots was swinging in the
+hammock with another little friend. He had not seen Philip or Harry all
+the morning. Then the nurse and all the family began to look, but no
+boys could they find.
+
+At last an old sailor said, "There's a little boat a-bob-bing up and
+down out there, and I think it has two little chaps in it."
+
+The ladies took a glass, and there indeed were the two little rogues
+liable to be drowned at any moment; but two kind sailors went after them
+and brought them safe on shore.
+
+"Where were you going?" asked their mamma.
+
+"To visit the Tommodore's pretty water-house."
+
+Both boys were very small and could not speak distinctly.
+
+"But how strange! you were not invited," said their mother.
+
+"Oh, yes, I 'vited 'Ilip and 'Ilip Vited me!"
+
+"What would you have done if you had reached the yacht?"'
+
+"I was going to 'duce 'Ilip to the Tommodore and 'Ilip was going to
+'duce me."
+
+"But you must not introduce people anywhere unless you are welcome
+yourself and invited. When the Commodore invites my little boys, I will
+take them out to his yacht and introduce them myself. Besides, the water
+is very rough and you are too young to row a boat so far."
+
+"We could do it;'cause 'Ilip rowed one oar and I rowed the other. We
+like it."
+
+Their mother was very glad to get them back again, and the good
+Commodore never knew what funny little guests he missed seeing that
+summer morning.
+
+[Illustration: 0098]
+
+
+
+
+HARVEST FESTIVAL.
+
+[Illustration: 9099]
+
+RAIN, plenty of grain,
+
+`Sang the birds in the harvest field;
+
+`Grain, plenty of grain;
+
+```H ow grandly it doth yield!=
+
+``Grain, plenty of grain,
+
+```Eat, and chirp, and sing;
+
+``Come one and all to the harvest field,
+
+```Each with buoyant wing.=
+
+``Grain, plenty of grain,
+
+```The reapers are out to-day;
+
+``And every bird from far and near,
+
+```Must sing a roundelay.=
+
+``Grain, plenty of grain,
+
+```And not a farmer near;
+
+``Chirp, chirp, how glad are we,
+
+```To find this harvest here!=
+
+``Over the top of the stack,
+
+```Down on the bundle bound;
+
+``Swoop and pick, and sing your songs;
+
+```Such a feast is seldom found.=
+
+[Illustration: 0100]
+
+``Chirp, chirp, chirp,
+
+```Sing with all your might,
+
+``The glorious day will soon be done,
+
+```And the harvest ends to-night.
+
+``Grain, plenty of grain,
+
+```Eat your fill, my friends;
+
+``Let us gladly, cheerfully take,
+
+```The food the dear God sends.
+
+"I think," said Toots, "that every song you read is the best one, and I
+wish birds could talk.
+
+"They certainly talk to each other," said his mother, "and the robins in
+our apple-tree try very hard to answer me when I talk to them."
+
+[Illustration: 0101]
+
+[Illustration: 0105]
+
+
+
+
+
+
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