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S. A.</p> + +<p class="titlepage smaller">COPYRIGHT 1914<br> +BY<br> +THE SAALFIELD PUBLISHING CO.</p> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="The_Froggie_who_would_sing">The Froggie who would sing</h2> + +</div> + +<figure class="figcenter illowp100" id="illus02" style="max-width: 43.75em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/illus02.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<p>“Croak! Croak! Croak!” +sang the frog one fine +summer evening.</p> + +<p>“Really,” he thought, “I have a very fine voice,” and +the fishes putting their heads out of the water thought +so too. But fishes have no voice at all, so perhaps that +was why they thought the singing of the frog so wonderful. +Then, too, he was their next-door neighbor, and the +doings of next-door neighbors are sometimes thought +more wonderful than the doings of persons at a distance—though +at other times it may be just the other way +about.</p> + +<p>Froggie was very proud of his voice, and as he knew +the fishes were proud of it too, he thought he would be +sure to charm the world with his singing. So he set off +across the fields and sang to the little field-mouse and +the mole.</p> + +<figure class="figcenter illowp100" id="illus03" style="max-width: 37.5em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/illus03.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<p>But the field-mouse thought her own shrill note far +finer than Froggie’s coarse croaking, and did not pay +much attention to him—in fact her attention was very +much taken up with a beautiful nest she had made of +grass, to keep her little ones warm and dry; while blind +mole did not even put his head above the ground to hear +the singing, he was so busy burrowing tunnels and making +his wonderful fortress.</p> + +<p>Froggie left them in disgust, and journeyed on till he +came to a garden.</p> + +<p>“Surely,” he thought, “in this beautiful place my singing +will be welcome.”</p> + +<p>But no one paid any attention to Froggie there; the +bees were too busy gathering nectar and pollen from the +flowers to make honey and bee bread, to feed the young +bees at home in the hive.</p> + +<p>The summer was going fast and they knew they had +also to get in store for the winter, so they had no time to +pay attention even to the finest singing; while the bumble +bee was buzzing away as fast as he could to get back +to his nest on some mossy bank.</p> + +<p>The butterflies had only a little while to live; and perhaps +the only thing they were thinking about, besides +sipping some sweet juices from the flowers, was where +to find a nice leaf on which to lay some eggs, so that +when the little caterpillars were hatched they should +have something to eat. The caterpillar was just spending +his life eating as much as he could, so that he could +turn into a beautiful moth by and by, and fly about in the +evening.</p> + +<figure class="figcenter illowp100" id="illus04" style="max-width: 37.5em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/illus04.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<p>The snail was going along very slowly, it is true, but +as quickly as he could, only thinking of finding some safe +spot where a thrush could not find him and break open +his shell and eat him up. As for the spider, his one care +was to catch a passing fly or daddy-long-legs and make a +good meal.</p> + +<p>Even the flowers themselves did not pay any attention +to poor Froggie. Their own bright colors, they thought, +were finer than any singing. Besides, they were wondering +whether the sunshine would last long enough to +ripen their seeds, so that they could come up again as +flowers next year.</p> + +<p>So in the evening Froggie hopped all the way back to +his native pond, where he found a brown bird singing a +most beautiful song. It was the nightingale.</p> + +<p>“Really,” thought Froggie, “I am no singer after all!”</p> + +<p>But one of the little fishes who saw his disappointment +still thinks he has a wonderful voice.</p> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="ITS_RAINING_ITS_POURING">IT’S RAINING, IT’S POURING</h2> + +</div> + +<div class="poetry-container"> +<div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">It’s raining, it’s pouring;</div> + <div class="verse indent2">I can’t go outdoors;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But I don’t mind so much for, you see,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Up here in the window</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It’s comfy and warm,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">And the rain sprites call greetings to me.</div> + </div> +</div> +</div> + +<figure class="figcenter illowp65" id="illus05" style="max-width: 21.875em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/illus05.jpg" alt=""> + <figcaption class="caption"><p>The Rain Sprites Call Greetings to Me</p></figcaption> +</figure> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_WINDS_FROLIC">THE WIND’S FROLIC</h2> + +</div> + +<figure class="figcenter illowp53" id="illus06" style="max-width: 31.25em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/illus06.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<div class="poetry-container"> +<div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">“Now for a frolic, a jolly good frolic,”</div> + <div class="verse indent2">The mischievous wind said in play,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">“I’m tired of staying at home in the clouds,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">I’m out for a frolic to-day.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">”Ah! There are some girls and some boys on their way</div> + <div class="verse indent2">To school at the end of the lane,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I’ll just give a puff, send their hats all astray,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Then be off round the corner again.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">“Now, wasn’t that fun! How they laughed to be sure!</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Do you see those fine apples up there?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I’ll shake them all down,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Then when school time is o’er</div> + <div class="verse indent0">They’ll be plenty for all, and to spare.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">“Hurrah! Hip! Hurrah! Now for mother at home,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">She’s been washing all day, so I’ll see</div> + <div class="verse indent0">If I can dry her clothes with a few lively puffs,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Then I’m sure very happy she’ll be.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">“Now, I’ll just give a blow through the wood over there,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Fill the sails of the ship on the sea,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And with just one big puff, make it all a bit rough,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Then at home in two seconds I’ll be.”</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse right">Marie L. Johnson.</div> + </div> +</div> +</div> + +<figure class="figcenter illowp46" id="illus07" style="max-width: 15.625em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/illus07.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="PIP_POP_AND_PEPPER">PIP, POP, AND PEPPER</h2> + +</div> + +<p>Pip, Pop, and Pepper were three little roly-poly +pups. One morning Bruno, their mother, left +them fast asleep in her snug, warm kennel and +went for a walk.</p> + +<p>Presently little Maggie came tripping along all ready +for fun and mischief, and when she reached the kennel +she stooped down and peeped inside.</p> + +<p>“Oh, you darlings!” she cried when she saw the +puppies. “Come along with me and we’ll have some +fun!”</p> + +<p>She dragged poor Pip, Pop, and Pepper out of the +kennel and put them in her apron. The puppies didn’t +like it at all. They blinked their sleepy eyes and gave +little frightened squeaks, and wondered wherever in the +world they could be going.</p> + +<p>“Now, I think you shall walk,” said Maggie. And she +sat down, and the puppies rolled out of her apron on to +the ground.</p> + +<p>They picked themselves up, so glad to be free, and +before Maggie could stop them off they ran, each a +different way!</p> + +<p>“Come back, come back!” she cried, and raced after +Pip.</p> + +<p>But Pip didn’t mean to be caught again just yet! He +scampered in amongst some bushes, and dodged Maggie +in and out for a long, long time, until at last he was so +tired that he allowed her to pick him up.</p> + +<p>“And now, where are the other two?” said Maggie. +Oh, where indeed!</p> + +<p>Pop ran into a chicken coop. And when Mrs. Hen +came up with her fluffy babes she found a funny little +furry creature fast asleep in her house.</p> + +<p>She was very angry. She clucked, and flapped her +wings, and was just beginning to peck poor Pop when +Maggie ran up and pulled him out.</p> + +<p>Then Maggie heard a terrible noise. And looking +round she saw poor Pepper surrounded by Puss and +her three little kits with their backs up, hissing and +miaouing with all their might.</p> + +<p>“Bow-wow-wow-wow!” Off flew Puss and her kits, +and scrambled up a tree. The next moment Bruno came +bounding up, and oh, wasn’t Maggie glad to give Pip, +Pop, and Pepper back into their mother’s charge!</p> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_SNOW_MAN">THE SNOW MAN</h2> + +</div> + +<div class="poetry-container"> +<div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">On a winter’s night, when the moon was bright,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">And the snow lay thick on the ground,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">A little snow-elf came out by himself,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">And took a good look around.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">And next, we made a large round ball</div> + <div class="verse indent2">And fixed for it a head,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">We gave him stones for eyes, and made</div> + <div class="verse indent2">His mouth with paper, red.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">A piece of wood did for a nose,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">We stuck it in all right;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Then placed the old hat on his head,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Oh dear! He was a sight!</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">What fun we had that day! We boys</div> + <div class="verse indent2">With holly trimmed his hat,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And then with snow we pelted him,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Until he grew quite fat.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">We called him “Punch,” and laughed until</div> + <div class="verse indent2">It made the teardrops start.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">What games we had! Alas, next day,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">He died of “Melted Heart.”</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse right">Marie L. Johnson.</div> + </div> +</div> +</div> + +<figure class="figcenter illowp56" id="illus08" style="max-width: 32.8125em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/illus08.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="WHEN_THE_OLD_WOMAN_MOVED_FROM_THE_SHOE">WHEN THE OLD WOMAN MOVED FROM THE SHOE</h2> + +</div> + +<figure class="figright illowp42" id="illus09" style="max-width: 18.75em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/illus09.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<p>There was once a +little goblin woman +who had six +sons. They were very ugly +little boys with brown, wizened +faces, and eyes as black as sloes. +They had very big heads, and though they +were so fat, their legs were so thin you +wouldn’t believe!</p> + +<p>Now, the little goblin woman thought +the world of her six little sons, and she +had given them all pretty flower names—Clover, +Buttercup, Sorrel, Bluebell, Cowslip, +and Dandelion.</p> + +<p>The little goblin woman was very poor, +but the way she managed was something +wonderful! She and her little family lived +in a hollow tree, with a little garden round +it. There were three floors inside and a little string +ladder connected the rooms. The first floor was a +kitchen. It was ever so clean and cosy, and it was here +that the family had meals, and sat in the cold winter +evenings round the little twig fire, listening to the wind +and rain outside.</p> + +<p>The next floor was a bedroom, and the top floor was +the drawing-room. Its walls were decorated with colored +leaves, and it was here that visitors were received.</p> + +<p>Well, one cold, rainy evening the whole family was sitting +round the kitchen fire drinking broth, when the +little goblin woman said, “Dandelion, it’s your turn to +fetch the water to-night, dearie.”</p> + +<figure class="figcenter cb illowp100" id="illus10" style="max-width: 43.75em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/illus10.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<figure class="figright illowp42" id="illus11" style="max-width: 18.75em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/illus11.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<p>“Yes, Mum,” said Dandelion; +and taking his +last drink of broth he +ran to wash his acorn cup +and put it away.</p> + +<p>“You do make lovely broth, Mum,” said +Clover, smacking his lips.</p> + +<p>“Not half!” cried the other five little goblins +all together.</p> + +<p>“That’s right,” said the little goblin +woman. “Good-bye, Dandelion lovie; don’t +be gone all night.”</p> + +<p>“Good-bye, Mum,” cried Dandelion, nearly +hugging the little woman’s head off; and +away he ran with the wooden bucket over +his head.</p> + +<p>He had not gone far through the forest +when he heard a sound of crying. So he took the bucket +from over his head and looked about. Then it was that +he saw a great big shoe standing in a puddle, and it was +from this shoe that the sound of crying came. Dandelion +crept nearer, and, looking +through a little hole +in the heel, was just in +time to see an old woman +smacking a wee girl about +his own size.</p> + +<figure class="figleft illowp42" id="illus12" style="max-width: 18.75em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/illus12.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<p>“Hi!” cried Dandelion, “stop that!”</p> + +<p>In her astonishment the old woman stopped, +and the little girl scuttled into the toe +of the shoe.</p> + +<p>“May I come in?” said Dandelion, and +without waiting for an answer he scrambled +through the hole and dropped into the +shoe. The old woman looked at him for +a minute very angrily, then burst into +tears.</p> + +<p>“Oh, the little wretches!” she cried; “they +do lead me a life! Oh dear! Oh dear! Oh +dear! I’ve got so many children I don’t know what to do!”</p> + +<p>“How many?” asked Dandelion.</p> + +<p>“FIVE, if you’ll believe me!” cried the little dame; “and +them always getting into +mischief.”</p> + +<figure class="figright illowp42" id="illus13" style="max-width: 18.75em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/illus13.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<p>“There’s six of us,” +said Dandelion.</p> + +<p>“Oh, your poor ma!” cried +the old woman with uplifted hands and upturned +eyes.</p> + +<p>“She likes it,” said Dandelion.</p> + +<p>“Don’t tell me!” cried the old woman. “I +know what children are—always disobedient. +Why this very night E. and D. walked +through the puddle a-purpose.”</p> + +<p>“Who did?” asked Dandelion, thinking +he had not heard aright.</p> + +<p>“E. and D., my dear,” answered the little +woman. “I calls ’em by the letters of the +alphabet. It saves the trouble of thinking +o’ names. I called my eldest Arabella—Aida—Alice; +but when they come so quick letters was good +enough.</p> + +<p>“Now, C.,” she broke off, “back to bed at once with you +or I’ll whip you again +and you shan’t have any +broth to-morrow.”</p> + +<figure class="figleft illowp42" id="illus14" style="max-width: 18.75em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/illus14.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<p>Dandelion turned quickly +and saw five little tear-stained +faces peeping at him from the toe +of the shoe.</p> + +<p>“Perhaps,” he said softly, “if you didn’t +whip ’em, they’d do as they were told.”</p> + +<p>The old dame looked at him in astonishment.</p> + +<p>“And perhaps the broth isn’t so nice as +what Mum makes,” added Dandelion. +“They couldn’t cry if they had a cup of her +broth.”</p> + +<p>“Dear me!” cried the old woman; “what +next!”</p> + +<p>“You come and see my Mum,” said Dandelion, “and +have a talk to her. I’ll call for you when I’ve fetched +the water.”</p> + +<p>“Well, now,” said the old dame, “it ain’t often I goes on +a little visit. It’ll be a +change.” And she put +on her bonnet.</p> + +<hr class="tb"> + +<figure class="figright illowp42" id="illus15" style="max-width: 18.75em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/illus15.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<p>That night the old woman +woke the children up and gave them each a +kiss, which surprised them very much; but +they were still more astonished when she +gave them each some broth with bread.</p> + +<p>“My dears,” she said, “you’re going to +have bread in your broth every night. And +I’ve got a new soup recipe in my pocket. +What’s more, we’ve all been asked out to +tea to-morrow, so I’m going to put your hair +in curl-papers.”</p> + +<p>“Oh, no, no!” screamed the children; +“you’ll pull, and then we shall cry and you’ll +beat us!”</p> + +<p>“I ain’t going to beat you no more, my dears,” said +the old woman, kissing them all again. “I’ve learnt a +lesson.”</p> + +<hr class="tb"> + +<p>“Come in, my dear, come in!” cried Mrs. Goblin. “I’ve +lit a fire in the drawing-room, so we can have a little talk +while the children play in the kitchen. And now, my +dear,” she added, when they were alone, “now you are +here what’s to hinder you from stopping?”</p> + +<p>The old woman was crying for joy. “But so many +children!” she said presently.</p> + +<p>“The more the merrier! We’ll all live together and be +as happy as the night is short!”</p> + +<p>And so they did.</p> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="A_SONG_OF_SPRING">A SONG OF SPRING</h2> + +</div> + +<div class="poetry-container"> +<div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">The sun’s shining bright,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And the sky is blue,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The birds are singing,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And we sing too.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">The primroses bloom,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And the lambkins play;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Oh! sing for the joy</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Of a glad spring day.</div> + </div> +</div> +</div> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="JOHNNY_AND_THE_APPLES">JOHNNY AND THE APPLES</h2> + +</div> + +<figure class="figcenter illowp53" id="illus16" style="max-width: 26.5625em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/illus16.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<div class="poetry-container"> +<div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">As Johnny was going to school one fine day,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Some rosy-cheeked apples he saw o’er the way.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Inviting they looked, so he climbed up the tree,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And filled all his pockets. How naughty was he.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">He ate and he ate, till he felt a bad pain,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Then said he would never steal apples again.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The farmer came by with a stick in his hand,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And said, “Master Johnny, do you understand</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Those apples are mine? You are stealing them, so</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I must punish you for it ere I let you go.”</div> + <div class="verse indent0">So he whipped him and whipped him. Poor Johnny felt sore.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Sighed he, “Oh, I never will steal apples more!”</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">That night, when the children came home from the school,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">They said, because Johnny had broken the rule</div> + <div class="verse indent0">By staying away without leave, he’d to stay</div> + <div class="verse indent0">At the foot of the class through the whole next day.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse right">M. K.</div> + </div> +</div> +</div> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="MY_KITTEN">MY KITTEN</h2> + +</div> + +<div class="poetry-container"> +<div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Oh, my kitten, my kitten,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">And oh, my puppy, my dearie,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I could play with you all day long</div> + <div class="verse indent2">And not be the least bit weary.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">My parasol keeps off the sun,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">The flowers are sweet on the air;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">There’s no other child in Japan</div> + <div class="verse indent2">So happy and free from care.</div> + </div> +</div> +</div> + +<figure class="figcenter illowp62" id="illus17" style="max-width: 31.25em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/illus17.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="AN_APRIL_SHOWER">AN APRIL SHOWER</h2> + +</div> + +<figure class="figcenter illowp80" id="illus18" style="max-width: 25em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/illus18.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<p>One day, little Simon Brownie said to his brothers, +Joe and Sam, “I would give the world if I could +grow. I wish I was a giant instead of a Brownie.”</p> + +<p>“Ha! Ha!” laughed Joe.</p> + +<p>“Ha! Ha!” laughed Sam. They thought it a fine joke.</p> + +<p>“If you want to grow so much,” said Joe, “you must +eat plenty of porridge.”</p> + +<p>Next morning at breakfast, Simon, to his mother’s +surprise, asked for a second helping of porridge. (As a +rule he scarcely finished his first.) For a whole week he +did this, but not a tiny, wee bit did he grow.</p> + +<p>“Porridge is no use,” said Simon to Joe and Sam, +“Can’t you think of something else?”</p> + +<p>But his brothers shook their heads. Next day however +they thought of “something else.”</p> + +<p>Simon, tired out with play, had flung himself under a +toad-stool for a nap.</p> + +<p>“Let’s water him,” whispered naughty Joe to Sam, +“the same as mother does the flowers—that will make +him grow.”</p> + +<p>And without wasting any more words, he ran home for +his watering-can. Presently Simon awoke all in a hurry, +thinking that an April shower was pouring down upon +him. When he found out it was Joe who was watering +him with his can, he was at first quite angry.</p> + +<p>“Don’t be cross, Simon,” laughed Joe. “I only did it to +make you grow!”</p> + +<p>And Simon who knew how to take a joke, laughed too.</p> + +<p>Since that day he has grown, not much bigger perhaps, +but certainly wiser.</p> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<figure class="figcenter illowp62" id="illus19" style="max-width: 31.25em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/illus19.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +</div> + +<div class="poetry-container"> +<div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">My maid Mary minds the dairy,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Makes the butter and cheese,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Spins the linen, tends the garden,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">And keeps a hive of bees.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You wonder why she works so much?</div> + <div class="verse indent2">She can’t be idle—Mary’s Dutch.</div> + </div> +</div> +</div> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="A_BESIEGED_BROWNIE">A BESIEGED BROWNIE</h2> + +</div> + +<figure class="figright illowp92" id="illus20" style="max-width: 25em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/illus20.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<p>“I’m going on a voyage of discovery,” said Mr. +Brownie to his wife, one morning at breakfast. +“You might pack me up a few sandwiches, my +dear.”</p> + +<p>Of course Mrs. Brownie, being a kind wife, said, “Yes, +with pleasure.”</p> + +<p>“Where are you going to, Daddy?” asked Bobby +Brownie, who was rather a pert little fellow.</p> + +<p>“I am going,” said his father in a very grand tone, “to +discover the West Pole.”</p> + +<p>“The West Pole!—Never heard of such a place! Where +is it?” said Bobby.</p> + +<p>“It is close to where the sun sets,” was the reply. “The +exact spot is left for me to find out.”</p> + +<p>And shortly after breakfast Mr. Brownie started +forth.</p> + +<p>He tramped a long, long distance until at last he came +to a meadow near a farm-house. Here he saw—not the +West Pole but a toad-stool which had sprung up in the +night.</p> + +<p>“Dear me,” said he, looking at it all round, “this seems +very ancient.”</p> + +<p>When he got on the top and was looking at it in wonder, +the farmer’s geese came and had something to say +to him.</p> + +<p>“Who are you, when you’re at home?” they cried in +goose language. “You think yourself a very fine fellow, +no doubt!”</p> + +<p>And there he sat, shaking like a leaf, besieged by the +geese.</p> + +<p>When at last he did reach home in safety—after the +geese had been called to dinner—he had a wonderful +story to tell.</p> + +<p>“So you never discovered the West Pole, after all,” +said Bobby.</p> + +<p>“No,” replied Mr. Brownie, with great dignity, “but I +discovered a toad-stool and that was better than +nothing.”</p> + +<p>And to this they all agreed.</p> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="THIS_IS_THE_WAY_THE_FAIRIES_RIDE">THIS IS THE WAY THE FAIRIES RIDE</h2> + +</div> + +<div class="poetry-container"> +<div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">This is the way the fairies ride,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">In taxicabs with wings,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">In among the garden flowers,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Sailing ’round in rings;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And every one so happy that</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Each cab and driver sings.</div> + </div> +</div> +</div> + +<figure class="figcenter illowp62" id="illus21" style="max-width: 31.25em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/illus21.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_BROWNIES_CHRISTMAS_PUDDING">THE BROWNIES’ CHRISTMAS PUDDING</h2> + +</div> + +<figure class="figleft illowp16" id="illus22" style="max-width: 9.375em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/illus22.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<figure class="figright illowp21" id="illus23" style="max-width: 12.5em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/illus23.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<div class="poetry-container"> +<div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Two Brownie men were Jack and Jock,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Said one, “When Christmas comes,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">We’ll make a pudding for ourselves,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">And stuff it full of plums.”</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">And so they did—they mixed it well,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">’Twas quite a bit of fun!</div> + <div class="verse indent0">They stirred it with a long, long pole,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">And soon their task was done.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">They tied the pudding in a cloth,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">These little Brownie men,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And then they put it in a pot,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">To boil till nearly ten.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">But later on, I grieve to say,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">They both received a shock,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">They looked but found no pudding there</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Alas, for Jack and Jock!</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">’Twas gone, but where, they never knew,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">(And ne’er a Brownie knows,)</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It vanished like a lovely dream,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">As here the picture shows.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Two little lads, brimful of fun,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">With mischief in their eyes,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Went fishing from a chimney top</div> + <div class="verse indent2">And stole away the prize.</div> + </div> +</div> +</div> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="MOON_BABIES">MOON BABIES</h2> + +</div> + +<figure class="figleft illowp70" id="illus24" style="max-width: 23.4375em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/illus24.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<p>How it happened little Evie could not quite make +out, but one minute she was lying in bed with her +eyes wide open, and the next, she thought she was +high up in the sky, sitting in the moon, with brother Robbie +by her side.</p> + +<p>“Pleased to see you, my little dears,” said the Lady +Moon, “but how did you manage to get up so high?”</p> + +<p>“I don’t know,” replied Evie. “I expect we climbed up +on a moonbeam.”</p> + +<p>“Well, now that you are here, I hope you will enjoy +yourselves,” said the Lady Moon, next.</p> + +<p>“We mean to,” answered Evie, and so said Robbie. He +always agreed with his sister.</p> + +<p>“Would you like to know our names, Lady Moon?” Evie +put the question with the sweetest little smile.</p> + +<p>“No,” said the Moon, “it doesn’t matter in the least +to me what your names are. I shall call you Moon +Babies.”</p> + +<p>The sky now began to grow darker, and presently a +bright, silvery star peeped out and shone right over the +little ones’ heads. It was just after this that the moon +babies grew sleepy.</p> + +<p>“Those chicks will soon be in Dreamland,” said the +Moon to the Star.</p> + +<p>“No, we shan’t,” said Evie; “we are only making believe.”</p> + +<p>But the Lady Moon knew better.</p> + +<p>The next voice that little Evie heard in her ears was +not that of either the Moon or the Star. It was Nursie’s +good-morning as she drew up the blind to let in the sunshine.</p> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<figure class="figcenter illowp65" id="illus25" style="max-width: 21.875em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/illus25.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_RUNAWAYS">THE RUNAWAYS</h2> + +</div> + +<figure class="figcenter illowp92" id="illus26" style="max-width: 25em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/illus26.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<div class="poetry-container"> +<div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">The Walnut and the Cobnut run</div> + <div class="verse indent4">As hard as they can go;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But Mr. Cracker’s legs are long,</div> + <div class="verse indent4">And nuts are rather slow.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He’ll catch and crack them very soon,</div> + <div class="verse indent4">But cracking doesn’t hurt;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">So p’raps we’ll eat their kernels,</div> + <div class="verse indent4">With an orange, for dessert.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse right">F. L.</div> + </div> +</div> +</div> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_PRINCESS_AND_THE_FAIRY">THE PRINCESS AND THE FAIRY</h2> + +</div> + +<p>Once upon a time a little girl was standing at the +window of a large and beautiful room. She was +a Princess; she had a crown on her head, and +she was dressed in the grandest clothes that could be +bought, but she looked very cross.</p> + +<p>Presently a Fairy flew in at the window, and sat down +on the ledge. The Princess was not at all surprised, as +there were a good many fairies about in those days, and +she had seen several before.</p> + +<p>“A penny for your thoughts,” said the Fairy.</p> + +<p>“If you mean that you will give me a penny if I tell +you what I am thinking about,” said the Princess, “I +don’t want it. I have a purse full of sovereigns in the +ivory cabinet where I keep my toys.”</p> + +<p>“Oh, that must be nice,” said the Fairy; “how glad that +child would be who lives in the cottage over the road if +she had some of your money.”</p> + +<p>The Princess looked quite interested at this. “How +funny that you should say that,” she said; “I was just +thinking about her when you came in. I do so wish that +I were she.”</p> + +<p>“Indeed!” said the Fairy.</p> + +<p>“Yes,” said the Princess, “I watch her every day, and +you can’t think what a fine time she has. She can run +out to play in the street whenever she likes, and there +is a dear baby for her to have games with. I mayn’t run +about out of doors for fear of spoiling my clothes, and I +have no one but grown-up people to keep me company. +Then she sits on the door-step to eat her dinner, while I +have to sit on a chair covered with red velvet, and have +to be so careful not to spill anything, because the tablecloth +is made of the finest damask. And nobody scolds +her when she gets dirty, and she may kiss her mother +whenever she likes. My mother says, ‘Don’t touch me +now, Josephine; can’t you see that I have just been powdered?’ +And there are lots and lots of other things that +make me wish that I were that little girl. Couldn’t you +make us change places?”</p> + +<p>The Fairy looked rather grave, and said:</p> + +<p>“Yes, my little Princess, I could make you change +places, but I am not going to do so. I quite see that your +life is not so pleasant as it might be, but I happen to +know that little girl very well, and I am afraid that you +would be no happier if you were in her place.”</p> + +<p>“Why?” asked the Princess.</p> + +<p>“Well,” said the Fairy, “for one thing, she hardly ever +gets enough to eat, and even the little she does have, is +nothing like the dainty food that is given you every day. +In the winter the wind blows right through her poor thin +clothes; she has no bed, but has to lie on the bare floor +with a few old shawls and rags to cover her, and it is +very cold and damp, as there are holes in the roof +through which the rain comes. Her only toys are those +that she picked up in the gutter. I could tell you more +things about her, but I mustn’t stop any longer, as I have +to go and amuse a child who has hurt its back and has to +lie still all day. Good-bye!”</p> + +<p>And then the Fairy spread her wings and flew away +over the roofs and chimney-pots.</p> + +<p>Though at first the Princess was disappointed that the +Fairy would not let her change places with the poor child +whom she had envied so much, she was very interested +in what she had heard. As she grew older she found +out more about the poor folk who lived in that country, +and when she became Queen she did many things to help +them. She never painted or powdered her face, so that +her own children could kiss her whenever they liked. +They only wore crowns on state occasions, and the +clothes in which they played, were ones which would not +spoil easily. They had a garden where they could dig +and romp without being scolded; and when they in turn +grew up, they brought up their children in the same +way.</p> + +<p>And perhaps that is why, now-a-days, the children of +Kings and Queens look just like ordinary boys and girls, +and not like the ones in picture-books.</p> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="HE_WOULD_THRIVE">HE WOULD THRIVE</h2> + +</div> + +<div class="poetry-container"> +<div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">He that would thrive</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Must rise at five;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He that hath thriven</div> + <div class="verse indent2">May lie till seven;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And he that by the plough would thrive,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Himself must either hold or drive.</div> + </div> +</div> +</div> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="PATIENT_NEDDY">PATIENT NEDDY</h2> + +</div> + +<figure class="figright illowp52" id="illus27" style="max-width: 21.875em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/illus27.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<p>When Bob and Tommy went to the sea-side last year +they had a very happy time.</p> + +<p>Perhaps the thing that they enjoyed most of all was a +ride on Neddy’s back. Dear old Neddy—he was most +patient. He would carry Bob and Tommy together all +along the sands and think himself well paid if a carrot +was given him at the end of the journey.</p> + +<p>One day Bob and Tommy had a fright. They were +playing on a little island when the tide was coming in. +Soon there was water all around them.</p> + +<p>When their big sister, who was reading a book on the +sea-shore, saw what had happened, she gave a loud cry +of alarm.</p> + +<p>At this moment up came Neddy’s master, holding the +donkey by the bridle.</p> + +<p>“I think I can help you, Miss,” said the man, quick to +see what was wrong. “I’ll lead Neddy through the water, +and he’ll soon bring the young masters safe to shore.”</p> + +<p>And true enough he did.</p> + +<p>Dear good Neddy! He was given that day a splendid +feast of carrots, and I think he deserved them, do not +you?</p> + +<p>Father has promised that he will buy Bob and Tommy +a donkey for their very own, and they are more pleased +than ever.</p> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="JACKS_CASTLE">JACK’S CASTLE</h2> + +</div> + +<p>Some children were building castles on the sands. +Amongst the number was a little boy called Jack, +and his voice could almost always be heard above +the rest.</p> + +<p>“Oh, look!” he cried, “look, Mabel, you are doing it +badly! Why, it’s all crooked; you’ll have to begin again,” +and leaving poor Mabel, whose face clouded with disappointment, +he turned to a boy called Cedric.</p> + +<p>“My word, Ceddie,” he said, “you don’t know how to +build castles! why, yours looks like a church with a spire—you +ought to make a round tower. And just look at +stupid Ella! She’s hardly begun yet, and doesn’t know +a bit how to do it.” And all this time Jack’s castle was +getting bigger and bigger, and though he thought he +was doing it very cleverly, really it was not like a castle +at all. He was so busy finding fault with his playmates +that he had no time to think how to do his own work +properly. At last the other children grew so tired of +his grumbling that they took no more notice of him, and +he had to play alone until his nurse took him in to dinner. +As soon as he had gone they all ran to look at his castle.</p> + +<p>“Why, it isn’t any more right than ours,” they cried, +and in two minutes they knocked it all down.</p> + +<p>When Jack came out to play in the afternoon he cried +because his castle had been spoiled.</p> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="PUT_OUT_OF_ACTION">PUT OUT OF ACTION</h2> + +</div> + +<figure class="figright illowp56" id="illus28" style="max-width: 18.75em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/illus28.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<div class="poetry-container"> +<div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">My name is Captain Wooden-head;</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Of nothing I’m afraid;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To many a gallant fight I’ve led</div> + <div class="verse indent2">The Nursery Brigade.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">One day amidst the din and strife</div> + <div class="verse indent2">(My post was always there)</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I nearly lost my precious life—</div> + <div class="verse indent2">A ball whizzed through the air!</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">It put me out of action quite,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">And—hero though I be—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">No longer do I wish to fight,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">A peaceful life for me!</div> + </div> +</div> +</div> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="A_Visit_to_Rose_Cottage">A Visit to Rose Cottage</h2> + +</div> + +<figure class="figright illowp80" id="illus29" style="max-width: 25em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/illus29.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<p>“Children,” said Mother, one morning, “I want you +to take a basket of eggs to Mrs. Brown at Rose Cottage, +with my love.”</p> + +<p>Tom and Effie were quite willing, for they were very +fond of Mrs. Brown. The walk there was lovely—the +skies were blue and the birds were singing their sweetest +songs.</p> + +<p>At last they reached the garden gate. “Oh,” cried little +Effie, who was carrying the basket of eggs, “just look, +Tom! There’s a Billy goat in the garden! Let us go +and make friends with him.”</p> + +<p>“So we will,” said Tom.</p> + +<p>They had a goat at home and so were not in the least +afraid.</p> + +<p>But Billy looked very fierce as the children drew near, +as much as to say, “Who are you?”</p> + +<p>Then he made a sudden rush at them. Effie in her +fright, nearly flew towards the gate, dropping her eggs +on the way. Poor Tom, however, did not escape so +easily. The goat butted him into the air and soon the +poor little fellow lay sprawling on the ground.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Brown, hearing their cries, quickly came to their +help, and soothed away their fears.</p> + +<p>“How dare you be so rude, naughty Billy?” she said +to the goat.</p> + +<p>And Billy looked quite ashamed of himself, as well he +might.</p> + +<p>Since that day, he has learnt better manners, and now +he is very pleased to see the little pair when they come +to pay a visit to Rose Cottage.</p> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="The_Story_of_the_Three_Bears">The Story of the Three Bears</h2> + +</div> + +<figure class="figcenter illowp100" id="illus30" style="max-width: 43.75em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/illus30.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<p>Once upon a time there were three bears. They +lived in a cottage by the wood.</p> + +<p>First you saw a little green gate opening on to +a garden path with a box-border on either side. Behind +the box-border were all sorts of sweet flowers—pinks, +gilly-flowers, and pansies, boy’s-love, rosemary, and +sweet lavender. Behind the flowers grew gooseberry +and currant-bushes, and behind the currant bushes cabbages, +carrots and onions for dinner.</p> + +<p>The straight path led to the cottage door all covered +with roses and honeysuckle. Such pink roses and such +sweet honeysuckle, just the sort the bees love best, for +bears like honey, and the bee-hives were behind.</p> + +<p>The door stood open to let in the air and the sunshine, +and because doors were made, in those days, to let people +in, and not keep them +out.</p> + +<figure class="figcenter illowp80" id="illus31" style="max-width: 25em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/illus31.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<p>Inside was the nicest, +cleanest kitchen you +ever saw, with a table +in the middle, as white +as soap and scrubbing +could make it. Against +the wall stood a tall +dresser covered with +bright pewter plates, +hanging cups and jugs, and all things such as bears +might use. A pepper-pot, you may be sure, and a tureen +with string and odd things in it.</p> + +<p>The three chairs just suited, for there was a great, +huge arm-chair for Mr. Bear, who was big and heavy; +a middling-sized chair for Mrs. Bear, who was middling-sized; +and a small, wee chair for little Master Bear, who +was small and wee.</p> + +<p>The fireplace, with its open chimney (it had a green +frill on a string under the mantle-shelf) was the cosiest +in all the land, as Mr. Bear very well knew when he +smoked his pipe there on a winter night.</p> + +<p>In one corner of the kitchen was a door that opened on +to the stairs, and up the stairs they went to bed every +night. The bedroom had three beds in it that any one +might like to see. A great, huge one +for Mr. Bear, a middling-sized one for +Mrs. Bear, and a small, +wee one for little Master +Bear. All was sweet +and airy, and the window +looked out into the +garden, and the roses looked in +at the window, and the wind +whispered in the trees outside.</p> + +<figure class="figcenter illowp70" id="illus32" style="max-width: 23.4375em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/illus32.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<p>Now it happened one summer +morning that Mrs. Bear got up earlier than usual to +make the porridge for breakfast, and it happened, too, +that when she put it out to cool in three willow-pattern +bowls on the table (a great, huge bowl for Mr. Bear, who +was so big; a middling-sized bowl for Mrs. Bear, who was +middling-sized; and a small, wee bowl for little Master +Bear, who was small and wee) that she went to the foot +of the stairs, and called aloud to Mr. Bear: “Make haste +down, and we will go for a walk in the wood while the +porridge is cooling.”</p> + +<p>“Very well, my dear,” said Mr. Bear, in his great rough +voice; and then down he came, with little Master Bear +scrambling down behind him.</p> + +<p>Now when great, huge Mr. Bear came down the stairs, +you can be sure that he caused every board in the cottage +to creak, and the thud of each tread was so very heavy +that all the cups on the dresser shook. That tells you +how huge and big he was.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Bear heard him coming and took her bonnet from +its peg, and when the strings were tied beneath her chin, +and Mr. Bear had taken his thorn stick from the corner, +and little Master Bear had found his butterfly net, they +all set off in the wood for a walk, clicking the gate behind +them.</p> + +<p>Such a lovely June morning for an early walk. The +birds sang, the breeze fluttered Mrs. Bear’s skirts and +Master Bear’s butterfly net, and the dew was on the +grass and hung all shimmering in the cobwebs.</p> + +<p>As to the wood, it was cool and shady, and the three +bears were soon out of sight.</p> + +<figure class="figcenter illowp100" id="illus33" style="max-width: 31.25em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/illus33.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<p>Then there came to the gate a little girl named Silverhair. +She was hot and tired, and said to herself: “Here +is a sweet cottage; perhaps the good woman who lives +here will give me some milk and a rest. I’ll knock at +the door and see.”</p> + +<p>So up the straight path she walked, with the box-border +on either side.</p> + +<p>“Rat-a-tat,” she knocked.</p> + +<p>But nobody said “come in.”</p> + +<p>“Rat-a-tat-a-tat” once more, but nobody said “come +in.”</p> + +<figure class="figcenter illowp65" id="illus34" style="max-width: 21.875em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/illus34.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<p>Then again louder than before, +but all was still. So, being +very hungry, and not so shy as +she ought to have been before +such a sweet, open door, in she +peeped, and then in she went, +and the very next minute she +was tasting Mr. Bear’s porridge. +But it was too hot, and she let the spoon fall with +a clatter on the table. Then she tried Mrs. Bear’s porridge, +but that was too cold, and then she went to little +Master Bear’s porridge, and that was so nice, neither too +hot nor too cold, that she ate it all up till she could see the +blue pattern at the bottom of the bowl quite plain.</p> + +<p>That was sad, for it was not her porridge! +Little Silverhair was quite naughty now!</p> + +<figure class="figcenter illowp60" id="illus35" style="max-width: 20.3125em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/illus35.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<p>After her breakfast she felt +how tired she was, so she sat +down in Mr. Bear’s arm-chair, +but that was too hard. Then she +sat down in Mrs. Bear’s chair, +but that was too soft; she +thought it quite stuffy for so +warm a morning, and she was now hard to please, for +Mrs. Bear’s chair was covered with pretty white chintz +with rose-buds on it, and what more could she want?</p> + +<p>But she was very naughty now! She sat down quite +roughly in little Master Bear’s chair, and sat the bottom +out, and was not dismayed! No, up she jumped, and +looked about till she saw the door in the corner. Then +she tripped upstairs, and threw herself down on Mr. +Bear’s bed. But that was too hard. Then on Mrs. Bear’s +bed, but that was too soft. And last of all she tried +little Master Bear’s little wee bed, +and that was neither too hard nor +too soft, but just +right.</p> + +<figure class="figcenter illowp100" id="illus36" style="max-width: 31.25em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/illus36.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<p>In two minutes +she was fast +asleep, with the +breeze from the +window blowing on +her soft silver hair.</p> + +<p>Now between conversation and butterflies the three +Bears had let the time pass, till suddenly Mrs. Bear saw +by the shadows of the trees on the grass that the porridge +must be cool.</p> + +<p>“We must turn, and walk faster home,” she said.</p> + +<p>“Very well, my dear,” said Mr. Bear in his great, huge +voice. But the birds in the wood did not flutter, for they +knew quite well what a kind heart he had, and how he +kept crumbs on his window-sill.</p> + +<p>When they got to the gate that they had clicked behind +them, it was open, and Mr. Bear hurried on to see +who had come. He hurried on till, when Mrs. Bear and +the little one came in, he was standing before his porridge +bowl with a sad face, and his spectacles pushed on +his forehead.</p> + +<p>“Someone has been at +my porridge,” he said, +very loud indeed.</p> + +<figure class="figcenter illowp56" id="illus37" style="max-width: 18.75em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/illus37.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<p>Poor Mrs. Bear! She +looked at her own bowl, +threw up her hands, and +said in her middling-sized +way, “Oh, deary me, +someone has been at my +porridge!”</p> + +<p>Then little Master Bear +tossed his butterfly net +into the corner and ran to the table, but though he tipped +up his bowl till the pattern was plain to see on the bottom, +not so much as one drop of milk could he get from +out of it, and he cried in his shrill little voice, “Someone +has been at my porridge, and has eaten it all up!”</p> + +<p>Then there was great uneasiness in the mind of Mr. +Bear, and he turned to his chair and saw how it was +pulled from the wall in a very unusual way. “Someone +has been sitting in my chair,” he said.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Bear turned to hers, and saw that the cushions +were all in disorder. “Oh, deary me!” +she said, “someone has been sitting in +my chair.”</p> + +<figure class="figcenter illowp75" id="illus38" style="max-width: 25em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/illus38.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<p>Then Master Bear, +leaving his empty +bowl, hustled up to see; +and now it was “Oh, +deary me,” and no mistake, +for when he saw +his little chair all +broken and spoiled he +cried out at the top of his wee voice, “Someone has been +sitting in my chair, and has sat the bottom out!”</p> + +<p>No time was to be lost in such sad straits, and Mr. Bear +had his foot on the stairs before Mrs. Bear had so much +as decided how the little chair could be mended. She +felt sorely puzzled, but, +picking up her gown in +front, she followed Mr. +Bear up the stairs, while +little Master Bear clambered, +heavy-hearted, up +behind her, holding on +very tight to the back +breadth of her skirt, for +who could tell what would +happen next!</p> + +<figure class="figcenter illowp48" id="illus39" style="max-width: 20.3125em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/illus39.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<p>Once in the room, they +all went to the big bedstead +that had been made +so strong for Mr. Bear by the village carpenter, who +knew how to please his customers.</p> + +<p>When they saw the clothes so tumbled, it was no wonder +that Mr. Bear should thunder out, “Someone has +been sleeping on my bed!”</p> + +<p>Poor Mrs. Bear! she turned round to look at her own +white bed, with its pretty dimity curtains, and she called +out in her middling-sized +way, “Oh, deary, deary, +deary me, someone has +been sleeping on my bed!” +Her feelings and the counterpane +were sadly ruffled.</p> + +<p>Master Bear then left go +of her gown, and crept +away to his own little corner.</p> + +<figure class="figcenter illowp56" id="illus40" style="max-width: 18.75em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/illus40.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<p>And what did he find? +Fast asleep, with her hand +tucked under her cheek, +and her hair all tossed about on the pillow, lay little +Silverhair, dreaming of porridge and broken chairs. +How pleased the wee Bear was! He piped out in his +small, wee voice, “Someone has been sleeping on my bed, +and here she is fast asleep!”</p> + +<p>But the last word sounded so loud in Silverhair’s ear, +that it woke her with a start, and before the three Bears +could tell what to do next, she had jumped out of bed and +then out through the window, brushing the dew off the +roses as she went; and those three Bears never, never, +never saw her any more.</p> + +<figure class="figcenter illowp92" id="illus41" style="max-width: 25em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/illus41.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="BABY_BLUE_EYES">BABY BLUE EYES</h2> + +</div> + +<p>One night when the moon was big and round, Baby +Blue-eyes was lost. Dear, oh, dear, there was a +terrible upset in Babyland!</p> + +<p>Said Chubby-face, the Infant Queen, “I’m not going to +rest till Blue-eyes is found.”</p> + +<p>And starting forth with Rosy-cheeks, her little maid-of-honor, +she began her search.</p> + +<p>At last—oh, what joy filled her heart!—she found little +Blue-eyes fast asleep near a toad-stool!</p> + +<p>“We won’t waken her, she is sleeping so sweetly,” she +said.</p> + +<p>And so the pair of them, (Chubby-face perching herself +on the roof of the toad-stool,) kept guard till Blue-eyes +awoke with a smile.</p> + +<figure class="figcenter illowp70" id="illus42" style="max-width: 23.4375em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/illus42.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="SWINGING">SWINGING</h2> + +</div> + +<div class="poetry-container"> +<div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Watch us go,</div> + <div class="verse indent4">—John and I—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Down so low,</div> + <div class="verse indent4">Up so high!</div> + <div class="verse indent0">All the Summer weather,</div> + <div class="verse indent4">While the birds are singing,</div> + <div class="verse indent4">John and I are swinging,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">—John and I together!</div> + </div> +</div> +</div> + +<figure class="figcenter illowp60" id="illus43" style="max-width: 20.3125em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/illus43.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<figure class="figcenter illowp62" id="illus44" style="max-width: 31.25em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/illus44.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +</div> + +<div class="poetry-container"> +<div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">This is the house that Jack built,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">A bird house for the lawn.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It’s finished now—all but the paint—</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Jack’s worked since early dawn.</div> + </div> +</div> +</div> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_ADVENTURES_OF_KITTY">THE ADVENTURES OF KITTY<br> +<span class="smaller">Told by Herself—and Quite True</span></h2> + +</div> + +<p>My name is Kitty. If you ask, “Who gave you that +name?” I am sure I could not tell you.</p> + +<p>I hardly know where I was born, but they told +me that I first saw the light in a wood-shed. I never remember +my father, but I have very happy memories of +my kind, gentle, gracious, good mother. Her name was +Fluffy. There were four of us altogether—I mean four +kitten-babies—and I was the youngest—at least, so I +was told.</p> + +<p>I was only about three weeks old when a great sorrow +came into my life. One morning a big, burly, but ever +so kind gentleman came to the wood-shed and said +something about his pretty daughter, who had recently +“gone to housekeeping,” and that, being alone all day, +she would dearly love to have a bright little kitten for +company. And I was chosen, so off I had to go.</p> + +<p>I was taken gently by the neck and lifted into what +looked like an egg-basket, and in a few minutes I was +brought to a sweet little home. I fell in love with my +new mistress at first sight, and as for my new master, he +treated me ever so kindly, and I learned to love him very +sincerely.</p> + +<p>I had never tasted milk—in fact, I didn’t know what it +was, whether it was blue, grey, white, brown, or red.</p> + +<p>Soon after my arrival my new mistress (who bore the +sweet name of Lily) brought me some white liquid in a +saucer. I wondered what it was. As she watched and +waited, I did the same. At last she took my wee little +head in her long, thin, white hand and +dipped it in the white liquid. I +thought it was rude. My mouth, nose, +and lips being covered with the white +stuff, I quickly licked it off. What +else could I do?</p> + +<figure class="figcenter illowp75" id="illus45" style="max-width: 18.75em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/illus45.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<p>When I tasted the fluid I found +out how nice it was, and began to lap it up at a great rate. +Then it was I found out it was milk she had given me. +I got quite fond of it, and had a regular supply night and +morning. And I always said “Thank you, ma’am,” by +giving a gentle purr.</p> + +<p>Then at dinner-time my young master, Mr. Fred, gave +me some choice, dainty bits off his plate, which I greatly +enjoyed.</p> + +<p>When I arrived at this pretty cottage, I was so small, I +looked just like a bundle of grey worsted; but day by day +I was getting bigger, fatter, and nicer-looking—I was +indeed. Don’t think I’m vain—I’m not; but when a sweet +young mistress says “Pretty Kitty” twenty-seven times +every day, what can I think but that +I am a fascinating, good-looking +little puss?</p> + +<figure class="figcenter illowp68" id="illus46" style="max-width: 17.1875em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/illus46.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<p>Soon after my home-coming, another +big sorrow came into my kitten +life. My dear young mistress +was taken seriously ill, and had to +go to bed—and stay there. The doctor was called, and +came nearly every day. I was nearly broken-hearted, and +every chance I got I rushed upstairs, so as to tell, in my +simple, loving way, how sorry I was for all the trouble +that had come to my dearest earthly friend. I sprang +on to the bed, walked over the counterpane, and reached +the white pillow on which lay the head of my sweet young +mistress. I purred very gently, rubbed my nose against +her cheek, and said, in the best possible way (to a kitten), +“How sorry I am! Do make haste and get well again; I +do miss you so!”</p> + +<p>Once or twice I’m afraid I woke her out of a sweet +sleep, but how should I know she was asleep? Nobody +told me. So I was seized by my neck, and put out of the +room a good many times. But every time the kind nurse +opened the door, I rushed in again, sprang on the bed, +and said, “I’m so sorry,” ever so many times. And +sometimes, in the dark night, or early hours of the morning, +I would creep up to the bedroom door, and cry as +loudly as I could.</p> + +<p>At last a crisis came, and to me it was a big crisis—my +third trouble, and I was only six weeks old! I was to be +sent away, because I was so troublesome. I thought it +was very, very hard, and I cried about it for three and +three-quarter minutes, and thirteen long seconds after +that. Wherever was I to be sent?</p> + +<p>One evening a tall, kindly-looking gentleman came to +our house, and my young master said to him, “Father, +can you take charge of Kitty for a few days, until Lily +gets better?”</p> + +<p>“All right, my boy,” was the cheery reply. I liked his +voice and manner. My fears were soon set at rest, for +I felt sure he would make my short visit as cosy and comfortable +as he possibly could. A few minutes later he +took me up by my neck, laid me gently on his arm, and +took me out into the dark and stormy night. But I +wasn’t afraid, not one little bit, for all the way my new +master kept saying, “Poor little Kitty.” But it was the +way he said it that made such an impression on me.</p> + +<p>We had not far to go—only about three minutes’ walk. +My new home was, if possible, even better than the one +I’d left—so cosy-comfy like. Having had my supper, I +lay down on the hearthrug before a big fire, and was soon +fast asleep. But I got a rude awakening, and nine times +as big a fright!</p> + +<p>I had only been asleep about a quarter of an hour when +I felt something cold touching my nose. I wondered +what on earth it was. Looking up, I saw a big Tom-cat +staring at me wildly and jealously. He seemed to say, +“What are you doing here? Don’t you know you’re +sleeping in my place? This is my home, not yours!”</p> + +<p>I sprang to my feet and faced Impy. He was a big, +black fellow, eight or ten times as big as I was, with eyes +flashing like automobile lights. And yet, strange to say, +I wasn’t a bit afraid, that is, not after the first startling. +I stared at him, put my little back up, and spat at him—real +hard! Yes, and I frightened +him too, for after a low growl he +turned away, scowling at me, +and went off to the kitchen to +tell Nellie, the maid, all about +me. So I lay down to sleep +again, and enjoyed a good +night’s rest.</p> + +<figure class="figcenter illowp75" id="illus47" style="max-width: 25em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/illus47.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<p>The next day I had another fright. At my new home +lived a big collie dog, called Bunty, and the next morning +I had to be introduced. Bunty and I were soon fast +friends. Instead of scowling at me as Impy had done, +he came and looked at me ever so kindly, and kissed me, +as if to say, “I like the looks of you; let’s be friends.” And +we were, all the time I stayed there. He often gave me +warm kiss-licks, and loved to have me play with his long, +shaggy tail, climb over his back, and lie by his side and +purr.</p> + +<p>It was very nice, and I shall love Bunty all the days of +my life. If ever I get married—and I don’t see why I +shouldn’t—I shall dearly love to have Bunty come and +stay with us, and make his visit as +long as he possibly can. He will +always be a welcome guest.</p> + +<figure class="figcenter illowp75" id="illus48" style="max-width: 25em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/illus48.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<p>But one day I nearly lost his love +and affection. It came about in this +way. Wandering in the kitchen one +day, early after dinner, I saw +Bunty busy enjoying a mutton-bone +feast. I did long for a bit. So I made a dash for +Bunty’s bone, yes, and I got it, too! Off I ran into the +dining-room with the bone in my mouth, the big collie +chasing me. How I managed to carry it I don’t know, +for the bone was nearly as big as I was. I hid, but Bunty +found me, and got his bone; the wonder is, he didn’t bite +me for being so greedy. As it was, he only growled, and +was ever so kind and forgiving—later on.</p> + +<p>I soon found out that my new master was a big tease. +He used to tumble me over on my back and tickle me so +earnestly, I had to scratch and bite him real hard, so as +to defend myself. But he did not seem to mind—not he!</p> + +<p>One night I got lost. When the front door was opened +I ran out into the road and had a merry scamper. I tried +to find my way back, but couldn’t. What was I to do? It +was a cold, bitter night, and I was a stranger in those +parts. Still, I felt I ought to do my best. So I ran up to +what I thought was my new master’s front door and +cried. A kind little girl let me in, and I soon found I was +in the wrong house. I did not mind +that so much, so long as I had got in +somewhere. They were very +kind to me, gave me some +milk, and said “Pretty +Pussy” a good many +times.</p> + +<figure class="figcenter illowp85" id="illus49" style="max-width: 25em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/illus49.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<p>The next morning +Nellie, the maid, called over the garden wall, “Has a +stray kitten come to your house?”</p> + +<p>“Yes,” replied the little girl, Kathleen. “Do you want +her?”</p> + +<p>Of course they did, and soon I was safely lodged at +Jasmine Villa. But when my dear young mistress got +well, I joyfully went back, and said how grateful I was to +get home again.</p> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="A_COMFORTER">A COMFORTER</h2> + +</div> + +<div class="poetry-container"> +<div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Don’t cry, little brother;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I know that you fell,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But the place isn’t bleeding—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It soon will be well.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Dry your eyes, little brother;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You’re growing so tall</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And it’s only a baby</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Who cries at a fall.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">But hark, little brother,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I hear the birds sing!</div> + <div class="verse indent0">—We’ll play I’m a Duchess,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And you are a King!</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">So come, little brother,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I’ll make you a crown</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Of the pretty white daisies</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That grow on the down.</div> + </div> +</div> +</div> + +<figure class="figcenter illowp65" id="illus50" style="max-width: 21.875em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/illus50.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="A_DUTCH_VILLAGE">A DUTCH VILLAGE.</h2> + +</div> + +<figure class="figcenter illowp100" id="illus51" style="max-width: 43.75em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/illus51.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<p>There is a little Dutch village called Volendam. +Most of the men are fishermen, and wear tight +blouses of crimson or blue, and large, baggy +trousers coming down to their ankles.</p> + +<p>The little boys, even the tiniest ones, are dressed just +like their fathers and their big brothers. Sometimes they +are to be seen walking up and down the narrow streets of +the village with their hands in their pockets, trying to +look like the men.</p> + +<p>The women and girls wear white lace caps and a great +many woolen skirts—sometimes as many as eight or ten; +and the more they wear the more they are admired by +their neighbors. Even the tiny girls of two or three +years old are dressed just like their mothers.</p> + +<p>All the people wear wooden shoes, and as most of the +streets are paved with tiles the people make a great noise +as they clatter up and down. These wooden shoes look +very big and clumsy, but the children manage to run +about in them just as easily as you do in yours.</p> + +<figure class="figcenter illowp62" id="illus52" style="max-width: 31.25em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/illus52.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<p>Nearly every woman and girl in Volendam wears a +necklace of coral beads. And nearly every man and boy +wears two big silver buttons; the richer a man is, the +larger are his silver buttons.</p> + +<p>The Dutch people keep their houses and streets very +clean. They are always scrubbing their houses inside or +out, and the little girls have to help in this as well as +their big sisters.</p> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_BIRTHDAY_PARTY">THE BIRTHDAY PARTY</h2> + +</div> + +<div class="poetry-container"> +<div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">“Will you please come to my party,” wrote Margaret to Nell,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To Dorothy and Frederick and Baby May as well.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Also to Jack and Marjory, to Barbara and Kate,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And many other friends besides whose names I won’t relate.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">“And as it is my birthday and at last I shall be six,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">We are to have a conjurer to show us wondrous tricks.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Some games and dancing after that, so please do not forget</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To come quite punctually at four—your loving Margaret.”</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">The invitations were sent round, and as you well may guess,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The answers soon came pouring in, and every one said “Yes.”</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The time seemed long to wait, and when the glad day came at last,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">They all arrived at four o’clock and not a moment past.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">And everybody brought a gift to little Margaret,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Because it was her birthday, and because she was a pet.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Of dolls and toys and picture books she soon had quite a store</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Piled up around her on the chairs, and some upon the floor.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">That was a splendid party, and the conjurer was grand,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I really think he must have come direct from Fairyland.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And how the children romped and played, with all their might and main,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Till it was time to go—then they wished they could begin again!</div> + </div> +</div> +</div> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_WANDERING_DUCKLINGS">THE WANDERING DUCKLINGS</h2> + +</div> + +<figure class="figcenter illowp93" id="illus53" style="max-width: 31.25em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/illus53.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<div class="poetry-container"> +<div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Six little Ducklings went waddling away</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Over the common one fine summer day;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Six little Ducklings went plump in the pond,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">For of the water you know they are fond.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Six little Ducklings went swimming about,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Each with their yellow webbed feet turning out.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">One little Duckling took fright at a cat,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Puss would not hurt him—he did not know that.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">One little Duckling went wand’ring away,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Nobody found him until the next day.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Four little Ducklings were left then you know,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Home o’er the common deciding to go.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Two little Ducklings then found a big snail</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Just by the well-side, at back of the pail,</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Catching and eating him took them some time,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">They lost their way back, ’twas dusk and past nine.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">One little Duckling was caught with great joy</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Bobby Bright fancied that he was a toy.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">One little Duckling arrived home forlorn,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Poor old Duck mother was hunting ’till dawn;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Five little Ducklings were found the next day,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Never again will they wander away.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse right">Kate Ashley.</div> + </div> +</div> +</div> + +<figure class="figcenter illowp58" id="illus54" style="max-width: 34.375em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/illus54.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_DOLLIES_REVENGE">THE DOLLIES’ REVENGE</h2> + +</div> + +<p>Eveline, Arabella, and Peg were having a great +discussion, seated on a large cushion where their +mistress had left them when she went to bed.</p> + +<p>“It isn’t fair!” exclaimed Arabella, shaking herself. +“Here I can scarcely bend because she has stuck a pin +right through me. It goes in at my waist and out at my +back, and the bit that sticks out at my back, she hung +my sash on and thought it wonderful!”</p> + +<figure class="figleft illowp48" id="illus55" style="max-width: 20.3125em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/illus55.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<p>“Yes, she treats our nice, soft bodies just like pin-cushions,” +agreed Eveline. “And her mother has given +her a nice work-basket with needles, scissors, and a +thimble in, and plenty of tapes and buttons, and she is +always trying to make her sew neatly, yet just look at +us!”</p> + +<p>“But what about me?” chimed in wooden Peg. “My +master hasn’t a work-basket, and when he wanted to +stick this piece of cloth on my head for a cap, he just got +a tack and hammered it in! And there it will remain +until he wants a tack again, +and then he’ll know where +to find it.”</p> + +<p>“Well, of course your +feelings are not so keen as +ours,” sniffed Eveline. “I +am not very big, but I have +five pins in me, and one is +to keep my stocking up, +and she has tied a piece of +cotton so tightly round the +other that it’s cutting into +my leg.”</p> + +<p>“Well,” said Arabella, +“I’ll tell you what we’ll do. To-morrow when she picks +us up we will make all these pins scratch her; we will +scratch her so much that she will be glad to take them +all out and put buttons on.”</p> + +<p>The next day when Doris picked up Eveline she suddenly +screamed, “Oh, mother, see how I have pricked +myself on this nasty pin! Oh, it does hurt!”</p> + +<p>Mother looked grave.</p> + +<p>“If my little girl would try to sew as mother wants her +to, there would be no nasty pins, dear.”</p> + +<p>Doris thought a moment and then picked up Arabella. +There was another cry, and a scratch on her wrist. “Oh, +mother,” sobbed Doris, “they have hurt me all over. Now +I won’t put any more pins in, I won’t really! I’ll start now +and learn to sew, mother.”</p> + +<p>So Doris put tapes on all her dollies’ clothes. Indeed, +she even put tapes on Peg’s hat and tied it under her +chin for her, and Jim was very glad, because he was +wanting the tack.</p> + +<p class="right">Isabel Rayfield.</p> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="A_JOLLY_FROG">A JOLLY FROG</h2> + +</div> + +<figure class="figcenter illowp92" id="illus56" style="max-width: 25em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/illus56.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<div class="poetry-container"> +<div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">A jolly little frog was he,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Whose heart was always gay,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He never looked the darkest side,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">However dull the day.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">When other frogs in weary tones,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Declared the weather hot,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He croaked his happy little song,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">And chose a shady spot.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">One day he nearly came to grief</div> + <div class="verse indent2">When swimming in the pool,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">A naughty, horrid little boy</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Stood by the waters cool.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">At Master Frog he threw a stone,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">“I’ll make you hop!” said he,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He missed his aim, and Froggie hopped</div> + <div class="verse indent2">In safety home to tea.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">If any harm had come to him,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">I think I should have cried,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">For he was quite his mother’s pet,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">His daddy’s joy and pride.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">He never once forgot to do</div> + <div class="verse indent2">The thing that he was bid,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Did e’er you meet such little frog?</div> + <div class="verse indent2">I’m sure you never did!</div> + </div> +</div> +</div> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="WAS_EVER_HEARD_SUCH_NOISE">WAS EVER HEARD SUCH NOISE?</h2> + +</div> + +<div class="poetry-container"> +<div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Was ever heard such noise and clatter?</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Billy’s got a drum.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Guess we’ll have to leave this flat or</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Bribe him to keep “mum.”</div> + </div> +</div> +</div> + +<figure class="figcenter illowp62" id="illus57" style="max-width: 31.25em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/illus57.jpg" alt=""> + <figcaption class="caption"><p>BILLY’S GOT A DRUM</p></figcaption> +</figure> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_MAN_IN_THE_MOON">THE MAN IN THE MOON</h2> + +</div> + +<figure class="figcenter illowp64" id="illus58" style="max-width: 37.5em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/illus58.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<div class="poetry-container"> +<div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">The Man in the Moon looked down at the earth,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">With a smile that was gay but pensive;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">“I’d like to visit that place,” he said,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">“But traveling’s so very expensive.”</div> + </div> +</div> +</div> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_GRASSHOPPER">THE GRASSHOPPER</h2> + +</div> + +<div class="poetry-container"> +<div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Old Daddy Grasshopper’s keeping a school,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Funniest ever was seen;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">All the wee grasshoppers stand, as a rule,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Dressed in their jackets of green.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">No little grasshopper’s ever a dunce,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Plenty of leisure for play.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Old Daddy Grasshopper shows him but once,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Then he goes hopping away.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent8">Learning to hop, hoppity hop!</div> + <div class="verse indent8">Hoppity, hoppity, hoppity hop!</div> + <div class="verse indent8">Out in the sun, isn’t it fun,</div> + <div class="verse indent8">Learning to hoppity hop!</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Grasshoppers learn to sing as they go,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Clapping their green shiny wings;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Though it is funny, ’tis true, as you know,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">That’s how the grasshopper sings.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">All in the summer-time, under the grass,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Or where the wild flowers grow,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">If you but listen, you’ll hear as you pass,</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Singing and hopping they go.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse right">Marie L. 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