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^'Oh, dearl*' said he, ''I wish Alan had taken up these plants!
I hate to destroy them, but I cannot leave them here in old
Winter's way.'' So out came the ni])pers and pincers and some
black paint, and soon Alan's garden was a sad sight.

The next morning the ground was all white and sparkling, the
trees looked very gay with their red and yellow leaves, and the
squirrels were very joyful as they gathered the ripe chestnuts.
But there was a little boy who felt very unhappy indeed as he saw
what Jack Frost had done to his garden. ''Next time," said
Alan to his mamma, as they were talking about his garden that
night, "next time, I will take all my plants into the house as
soon as you tell me that Jack Frost is coming. '^

"Then Jack Frost has made my little boy wiser," said his

Emilik Poulsson.



To THE Teacher: —

The fitness of " The Flower Basket " as a subject for this especial time
can easily be demonstrated, though not at first evident. Listen to FroebeFB
explanation: "It is to lead the child early to notice tenderly and cher-
ish thoughtfully the all-sided bond that, invisible though it is, can be
felt, and is inner and mental — that is to say, the bond whereby humanity's
life is bound up together; and the life of a child and of the family afford
the first opportunity for doing this."

In the " Mutter and Kose Lieder " this play follows the play of " The
Bird's Nest" and might be considered its complement; for while "The
Bird's Nest" portrays parental love by a most vivid and attractive
imagery, " The Flower Basket " offers the child an outlet for his aroused
affection — or, rather, shows him the beauty of expressing his reciprocal

Neither flowers nor baskets are the real subject of the play therefore,
but loving and giving. Hence nothing is more sweetly suitable for our
contemplation while we are busy with the little gifts which should one
and all be the signs of love.

From the Essay on Gifts, Ralph Waldo Emerson.

"The only gift is a portion of thyself. Therefore the poet brings his
poem; the shepherd, his lamb; the farmer, corn; the miner, a gem; the
sailor, coral and shells; the painter, his picture; the girl a handkerchief
of her own sewing."

" I fear to breathe any treason against the majesty of love which is the
genius and god of gifts and to whom we must not affect to prescribe.
Let him give kingdoms or flower-leaves indifferently."


(Sing "The Flower Basket," using it just now as a finger
play, and repeating it as a circle game later, if you wish. If the
children do not know the song, the teachers could sing it for
them, the children carefully holding their baskets meantime

IN THE child's WORLD. 107

and rising and stepping forward at the last part of the song, as
if offering them to papa and mamma. Lead the children to talk
of home and parents and brothers and sisters. Let many of
them tell what work their fathers do. Show them that this is
to provide home, clothes, food, etc., for the family, and that
father does it out of love for his family.

Let them tell of the mother's work. Show that this, too, is
done for love.) How many of these children love their papas? —
their mammas? How many would like to do something for papa
and mamma? What can you do? Can you work as papa does,
and earn money to buy bread and meat and shoes and clothes,
etc., etc.? Can you make clothes and mend, or cook, or wash
and iron, as mamma does? No; little children cannot do such

But let me see if I can think of something which little chil-
dren can do. Can you sing some of the kindergarten songs for
papa and mamma? Can you tell some of the stories you have
heard here? Can you tell them the story we had last week?
(Teacher mentions story by name.) Papa and mamma would
be so pleased to hear some of the songs and stories. Baby might
like to hear the songs, too — and sometimes you might keep the
baby happy by singing to it or playing with it while mamma is
busy with her work.

(Children tell other things they can do.) All these things
will show love. Sometimes we show love by giving presents.
Papa and mamma will be so pleased with the presents the chil-
dren are making. Be sure and put love in the stitches of your
sewing; that is, think about papa and mamma while you work,
and try to sew your card or weave your mat as nicely as ever
you can. That is what "putting love in " means.

Little .shifts are precious
If a loving heart
Help the busy fingers
As they do their part.

108 IN" TIIK child's world.


The Vision of Sir Launfal, .... - Lowell

Gifts, ....... E. W. Emerson

Tlie Miraculous Pitcher, - - - iV. Hawthorne

Little Tuk, - - - Hans Chr. Andersen


Charlotte and the Ten Dwarfs (" Kindergarten Stories and

Morning Talks"), - - - 8. E. Wiltse



"Oh, what an untidy room! Skip about, little ones, and set
it in order."

" I don^t like to tidy rooms," said Elsie, with a pucker on her
pretty forehead, as she turned the pieces of her dissected map
this way and that.

" I think it must be ever so nice to keep plenty of servants,"
said Euth.

'• Yes, indeed," said Bessie, ''just like Mrs. Marshall."

Elsie brought a pout to her lips to keep company with the
jiucker in her forehead, and looked as doleful as a little girl
wiiose face seemed made rather for smiles than frowns could

" Do you think you would be happier with nothing to do?"
asked mamma.

" Yes, I'm sure I should," said Elsie.

"And I," said Ruth.

" But," said Bessie, thoughtfully, " I don't know. Mrs. Mar-
shall never looks half so nice and pleasant as mamma, and she
says her servants bother her all the time. Do you think they'd
bother you, mamma, if you kept them?"

" I don't know, dear. I never tried keeping more than one.

ijsr THE child's world. 109

except these little bits of ones here," pinching Elsie's cheeks and
giving Enth'shead a pat; " and as they are not always very will-
ing little servants, perhaps they bother me."

'' It's a shame," said Bessie, running to kiss her mother. "■ I
do love to do things for you, mamma. Hurry, girls; let's see
how quick we can be!"

And the little maids flew about until the room was in good

" But," said Elsie, as mamma settled herself to some sewing,
and the three gathered around her for a talk, '* I was reading
the other day about the little king of Spain — he's only a baby,
you know, mamma, and yet he's a king! And he has ever and
ever so many servants — all for just himself."

" I once knew some little girls who kept a great many

" Tell us about them, please, mamma. How old were they?"

" Well, about as old as Elsie and Ruth and Bessie."

" How many did they have?"

" You can count up as I go on. There were two bright-look-
ing ones, always dressed alike, in blue, brown, or gray. Their
duty was to keep on the watch for what ought to be done."

" Didn't they ever do anything themselves?"

" Not much but that. It seemed to keep them busy if they
attended to their duties; but sometimes they were negligent,
and then of course the work of all the other servants was thrown
into confusion."

" I'm sure it was little enough to do," said Bessie.

"Then there were two more, whose business it was to listen
to what their little mistress's mqther or teacher told them, and
let them know what it was."

" It seems to me," said Ruth, laughing, " they must have been
a lazy set, so many to do so little. Any more, mamma? "

" Two more, always dressed in red, who told what the others
heard." '•' It took a long time to get to it, I think," said Bessie.

" When these had settled upon anything to be done," went on
mamma, ''there were a pair of lovely little fellows, always wear-
ing dark, stout clothing, who carried the little girls to where
their work was to be done."

110 IN THE child's WOliLD.

" Oh, oh I " laughed Elsie, " what a queer set you are telling
us of, mamma. Were the little girls lame?"

" I hope they did their work well when they got to it, after
all that f uss,^' said Euth.

" They surely ought to have done so," mamma said, "^ for they
had no less than ten little servants to do it for them."'

" Now, mamma, do tell us what you mean," said Elsie.

" I mean," said mamma, '^that little Blue Eyes and Brown
Eyes and Gray Eyes ought always to be on the lookout for any-
thing to be done for those whom they love."

'' Oh, I see! And ears to listen! " cried Bessie, greatly amused
at mamma's fancy."

" And dear little lips," said mamma, kissing the ]iair which
chanced to be nearest, "which can not only talk about duties to
be done, but can lighten and brighten every duty for themselves
and for others by their smiles and merry chatter."

'''And feet to walk and run with," said Bessie.

*' And fingers. Dear me, just think of all the servants," said
Elsie. " I should think they would quarrel once in a while."

" Yes," said Bessie, "supposing the eyes saw something to do,
and the ears heard somebody tell about it, and the feet shouldn't
want to go to it, and the hands shouldn't want to do it!"

" That would depend on what kind of little mistress they
had," said mamma. " If she wanted to do right, she would be
sure to keep all her little servants in good order. And they need
a good deal of training."

" Yes, I guess they do," said little Ruth, holding up her
chubby hands. " They have to learn to put on a thimble, and
to thread a needle, and to sew."

" And to sweep, and dust, and to pick up things," said Bessie.

"And to write, and make figures, and play on the piano."

"And there are things they have to learn not to do," said
mamma, with a significant smile; "not to meddle with things
tliat don't belong to them; not to idle when they ought to be
busy; not to do carelessly or negligently the work which ought
to be done well."

"Oh, dear!" said Bessie, with a little sigh, "so many things
to do, and so many things not to do."

IN THE child's WORLD. Ill

" Yes, so many," said mamma. " But if the heart which

moves all these little servants is a loving, faithful heart, always

striving to do faithfully whatever comes in its way, there need

be no fear of its not succeeding."

Sydney Dayre.
The YoutKs Instructor.


Slowly forth from the village church,
The voice of the choristers hushed over head —

Came little Christel. She paused m the porch.
Pondering what the preacher had said.

" ' Even the youngest, humblest child

Something mag do to please the Lord';
Now, what," thought she, and half sadly smiled,
" Can I, so little and poor, afford? "

" ' Never, never a day should pass,

Without some kindness kindly shoion,' "
The preacher said. Then down to the grass
A skylark dropped, like a brown-winged stone.

" Well, a day is before me now;

Yet what," thought she, " can I do, if I try?
If an angel of God would show me how !
But silly am I, and the hours they fly."

Then the lark sprang singing up from the sod,
And the maiden thought, as he rose to the blue,
*' He says he will carry my prayer to God;

But who would have thought the little lark knew! "

Now she entered the village street,

With book in hand and face demure.
And soon she came, with sober feet.

To a crying babe at a cottage door.

It wept at a windmill that would not move,
It puffed with its round red cheeks in vain,

One sail stuck fast in a puzzling groove.
And baby's breath could not stir it again.


IN THE child's WOKLI). 113

So baby beat the sail and cried,

\\ bile no one came from tlie cottage door;
But little Cliristel knelt down by its side,

And set the windmill going once more.

Then babe was jjleased, and the little girl
Was glad when she heard it laugh and crow;

Thinking, " Happy windmill, that has but to whirl,
To please the pretty young creature so! "

No thought of herself was in her head.

As she passed out at the end of the street,
And came to a rose-tree tall and red,

Droojiing and faint with the summer heat.

She ran to a brook that was flowing by,
She made of her two hands a nice round cup,

And washed the roots of the rose-tree high,
Till it lifted its languid blossoms up.

" O happy brook!" thought little Christel,
"You have done some good this summer's day,
You have made the flowers look fresh and well!"
Then she rose and went on her way.



The sun was up and the breeze was blowing, and the five
chicks and four geese and three rabbits and two kitties and one
httle dog were just as noisy and lively as they knew how to be.

They were all watching for Baby Ray to appear at the window,
but he was still fast asleep in his little white bed, while mamma
was making ready the things he would need when he should
wake up.

First, she went along the oi'chard path as far as the old wooden
pump, and said: "Good Pump, will you give me some nice,
clear water for the baby's bath ? "

And the pump was willing.

The good old pump by the orchard path
Gave nice, cleir w:iter for the baby's bath.

114 IN THE child's WORLD.

Then she went a little farther on the path, and stopped at the
wood-pile, and &aid: " Good Chips, the pump has given me nice,
clear water for dear little Ray; will you come and warm the
water and cook his food?"

And the chij^s were willing.

The good old pump by the orchard path
Gave nice, clear water for the baby's bath.
And the clean, white chips from the pile of wood
Were glad to warm it and cook his food.

So mamma went on till she came to the barn, and then said:
*' Good Cow, the pump has given me nice, clear water, and the
wood-pile has given me clean, white chips for dear little Ray;
will you give me warm, rich milk ? "

And the cow was willing.

Then she said to the top-knot hen that was scratching in the
straw: "Good Biddy, the pump has given me nice, clear water,
and the wood-pile has given me clean, white chips, and the cow
has given me warm, rich milk for dear little Ray; will you give
me a new-laid QggV

And the hen was willing.

The good old pumji by the orchard path
Gave nice, clear water for the baby's bath.
The clean, white chips from the pile of wood
Were glad to warm it and cook his food.
The cow gave milk in the milk-pail bright.
And the toi^-knot Biddy an egg new and white.

Then mamma went on till she came to the orchard, and said
to a Red June apple tree: " Good Tree, the pump has given me
nice, clear water, and the wood -pile has given me clean, white
chips, and the cow has given me warm, rich milk, and the hen
has given me a new-laid egg for dear little Ray; will you give me
a jjretty red apple ? "

And the tree was willing.

So mamma took the apple and the egg and the milk and the
chips and the water to the house, and there was Baby Ray in liis
nightgown looking out of the window.

IN THE child's WOULD. 115

And she kissed him and bathed him and dressed him, and
while she brushed and curled his soft, brown hair, she told him
the Wake Up story that I am telling you : —

The good old pump by the orchard path
Gave nice, clear water for the baby's bath.
The clean, white chips from the pile of wood
Were glad to warm it and cook his food.
The cow gave milk in the milk-pail bright;
The top-knot Biddy an egg new and white;
And the tree gave an apple so round and so red,
For dear little Ray who was just out of bed.

Youth's Companion.


" How can I go to bed," said Penny, the flossy dog, " till I say
good night to Baby Ray? He gives me part of his bread and
milk, and pats me with his little soft hand. It is bedtime now
for dogs and babies. I wonder if he is asleep?"

So he trotted along in his silky white nightgown till he found
Baby Ray on the porch in mamma's arms.

And she was telling him the same little story that I am telling

The doggie that was given him to keep, keep, keep.
Went to see if Baby Ray was asleep, sleep, sleep.

" How can we go to bed," said Snowdrop and Thistledown, the
youngest children of Tabby, the cat, ''till we have once more
looked at Baby Ray? He lets us play with his blocks and ball,
and laughs when we climb on the table. It is bedtime now for
kitties and dogs and babies. Perhaps we shall find him asleep."
And this is what the kitties heard: —

One doggie that was given him to keep, keep, keep,
Two cunning little kitty-cats, creep, creep, creep.
Went to see if Baby Ray was asleep, sleep, sleep.


" How cati we go to bed," said the three little liuimiLS, "till
we have seeu Baby Hay?" Then away they went iu their white
velvet nightgowns as softly as three flakes of snow. And they,
too, when they got as far as the porch, heard Ray's mamma telling
the same little story: —

One doggie that was given him to keep, keep, keep,
Two cunning little kitty-cats, creep, creep, creep,
Three pretty little bunnies with a leap, leap, leap,
Went to see if Baby Ray was asleep, sleep, sleep.

"How can we go to bed," said the four white Geese, "till we
know that Baby Eay is all right? He loves to watch us sail on
the duckpond, and he brings us corn in his little blue apron. It
is bedtime now for geese and rabbits and kitties and dogs and
babies, and he really ought to be asleep."

So 'they waddled away iu their white feather nightgowns,
around by the porch, where they saw Baby Ray, aud heard mamma
tell the "Go Sleep" story:—

One doggie that was given him to keep, keep, keep,
Two cunning little kitty-cats, creep, creep, creep,
Three pretty little bunnies, Avith a leap, leap, leap,
Four geese from the duck-pond, deep, deep, deep.
Went to see if Baby Ray was asleep, sleep, sleep.

"How can we go to bed," said the five white Chicks, " till we
have seen Baby Ray once more? He scatters crumbs for us and
calls us. Now it is bedtime for chicks and geese and rabbits and
kitties and dogs and babies, so little Ray must be asleep."

Then thev ran and fluttered in their downy white nightgowns
till they came to the porch, where little Ray was just closing his
eyes, while mamma told the "Go Sleep" story: —

One doggie that was given him to keep, keep, keep.
Two cunning little kitty-cats, creep, creep, creep.
Three pretty little bunnies, with -a leap, leap, leap,
Four geese from the duck-pond, deep, deep, deep.
Five downy little chicks, crying, peep, peep, peep,
All saw that Baby Ray was asleep, sleep, sleep.

Youth's Companion.


To THE Teachee: —

As soon as we begin learning the Christmas carols and making the
Christmas presents, we naturally talk much of the approaching happj-^
season and its origin.

The following talk is not meant, therefore, as a first presentation or a
full presentation of the sweet old story, but rather as giving a setting
for it.


(Since the children are by this time in the full delight of their
Christmas work, gifts and giving are so continually in then-
thoughts that the talk will probably direct itself into that channel.
Try again to make the impression that gifts are to show love; that
although we can show our love constantly by doing loving deeds
for father and mother and friends, we also like to show love some-
times by giving presents.)

What are some of the times when people give presents? Christ-
mas, of course; and very often on birthdays. (See whether the
children have any idea ^uhy Christmas should be a time for gifts,
before you explain it to them.

Speak of Jesus as a gift of love to the world; and, briefly, of
how he ''went about doing good," "pleased not himself," —
teaching and living a life of goodness and love. That is why
Christmas, his birthday, is the "gladdest of birthdays in all the

Let us think about that long-ago Christmas when Jesus was
born. It was Winter, but in a warm country; — a country where
figs and dates and oranges, and all such things grow. Joseph
and Mary had come a long way to this place, Mary riding on a
donkey and Josejjh walking by her side. People often use donkeys
instead of horses in that land. Mary and Joseph went to an inn.


An inn is a place where travelers can stay to rest and get food.
We have inns, too, in these days, and sometimes call them hotels.

So many other people had gone to Bethlehem at this time, that
all the houses and hotels were crowded, and Joseph and Mary
found that there was no room for them except in the stable. That
must have been crowded, too; for, besides the cows and oxen,
there must have been a good many horses and donkeys there,
belonging to the other travelers. What do you think Joseph and
Mary did when they went into the stable? I suppose they
fed the donkey and tied him near them for the night, and then
made their own beds ready. These beds were only piles of
fresh, clean straw, but were soft and comfortable. What could
be a cosier cradle for any wee baby than the manger where the
Christ Child was laid?

(Describe manger if the children do not already understand
about it.)

What do you suppose the donkey or the cows would have
thought if they had gone to the manger to eat some of the hay
and had seen the dear little new baby lying there? I do not
believe they would have hurt him, do you?

Try and make a picture in your minds of the stable with the
shining star above it; the cattle all about; the manger with the
baby in its little nest of hay; Joseph and Mary standing near; and
then the shepherds, with their long crooks, going in.

Afterwards, other visitors came, — the wise men who had
traveled so far. (Let the children tell of the shepherd's vision
and of the wise men and the wondrous star; not only in their
own words but by repeating the lines of some of their carols.
Nothing vivifies a song or carol more than having the familiar
words thus used by the children.)

IN T-Il: ClIlLl/s WOULD. 119


Ben Hur, - - - - Wallace

Life of Christ, - - - - Farrar

A Christmas Carol, - - - Dickens

A Christmas Hymn, - - - Alfred Domett

Hymn of the Nativity, - - - Hilton

End of the Phiy, - - - Thackeray

Under the Holly-bough, - - - Mackay

Christmas-tide, - - - - Scott

The Sketch Book, - - - Irving


Daily Bread, - - - - Mrs. Gatty

What the Hollies Did (" Stories for Kindergarten and Home"),

J\I. 7y. Van Kirk
The Night Before Christmas, - ' - - - - C. C. Moore

The Fir Tree, - - - Hans Clir. Andersen

The Story of Christmas (" The Story Hour"), - K. D. Wirigin

Old Christmas, - - - Mary Howitt



Only two more days and Christmas would be here I It had been
snowing hard, and Johnny was standing at the wiiidow, looking
at the soft, white snow Avhich covered the ground half a foot deep.
Presently he heard the noise of wheels coming up the road, and
a wagon turned in at the gate and came past the w'indow. Johnny
was very curious to know what the wagon could be bringing. He
pressed his little nose close to the cold window pane, and, to Ins
great surprise, saw two large Christmas trees. Johnny wondered
why there were two trees, and turned quickly to run and tell
Mamma all about it; but then remembered that Mamma was not
at home. She had gone to the city to buy some Christmas pres-
ents and would not return until quite late. Johnny began to feel


that his toes and fingers had grown quite cold f rom_ standing at
the window so long; so he drew his own little chair up to the
cheerful grate fire and sat there quietly thinking. Pussy, who
had been curled up like a little bundle of wool in the very warm-
est corner, jumped up, and, going to Johnny, rubbed her head
against his knees to attract his attention. He patted her gently
and began to talk to her about what was in his thoughts.

He had been puzzling over the tiuo trees which had come, and
at last had made up his mind about them. " I know now. Pussy,"
said he, " why there are two trees. This morning when I kissed
Papa goodbye at the gate he said he was going to buy one for me,
and Mamma, who was busy in the house, did not hear him say so;
and I am sure she must have bought the other. But what shall
we do with two Christmas trees?"

Pussy jumped into his lap and purred and purred. A plan
suddenly flashed into Johnny's mind. " Would you like to have
one. Pussy?" Pussy purred more loudly and it seemed almost
as though she had said yes.

"Oh! I will, I will! if Mamma will let me. I'll have a Christ-
mas tree out in the barn for you. Pussy, and for all tha pets; and

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