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then you'll all be as happy as I shall be with my tree in the
parlor."

By this time it had grown quite late. There was a ring at the
door bell; and quick as a flash Johnny ran with a happy, smiling
face to meet Papa and Mamma and gave them each a loving kiss.
During the evening he told them all that he had done that day
and also about the two big trees which the man had brought.
It was just as Johnny had thought. Papa and Mamma had each
bought one, and as it Avas so near Christmas they thought they
would not send either of them back. Johnny was very glad of
this, and told them of the happy plan he had made and asked if
he might have the extra tree. Papa and Mamma smiled a little
as Johnny explained his plan, but they said he might have the
tree, and Johnny went to bed feeling very happy.

That night his papa fastened the tree into a block of wood so
that it would stand firmly and then set it in the middle of the
barn floor. The next day when Johnny had finished his lessons
he went to the kitchen, and asked Annie, the cook, if she would



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save the bones and potato parings and. all other leavings from the
day's meals and give them to him the following morning. He
also begged her to give him several cupfuls of salt and corn meal,
which she did, putting them in paper bags for him. Then she
gave him the dishes he asked for, — a few chipped ones not good
enough to be used at table — and an old wooden bowl. Annie
wanted to know what Johnny intended to do Avith all these things,
but he only said: "Wait until to-morrow, then you shall see."
He gathered up all the things which the cook had given him and
carried them to the barn, placing them on a shelf in one corner,
where he was sure no one would touch them and where they
would be all ready for him to use the next morning.

Christmas morning came, and, as soon as he could, Johnny
hurried out to the barn, where stood the Christmas tree which he
was going to trim for all his pets. The first thing he did was to
get a paper bag of oats; this he tied to one of the branches of the
tree, for Brownie, the mare. Then he made up several bundles
of hay and tied these on the other side of the tree, not quite so
high up, where White Face, the cow, could reach them; and on
the lowest branches some more hay for Spotty, the calf.

Next Johnny hurried to the kitchen to get the things Annie
had promised to save for him. She had plenty to give. With
his arms and hands full he went back to the barn. He found
three "lovely" bones with plenty of meat on them; these he tied
together to another branch of the tree, for Rover, his big black
dog. Under the tree he placed the big wooden bowl, and filled
it well with potato parings, rice and meat, left from yesterday's
dinner; this was the " full and tempting trough " for Piggywig.
Near this he placed a bowl of milk for Pussy, on one plate the
salt for the pet lamb, and on another the corn meal for the dear
little chickens. On the top of the tree he tied a basket of nuts;
these were for his pet squirrel; and I had almost forgotten to tell
you of the bunch of carrots tied very low down where soft white
Bunny could reach them.

When all was done, Johnny stood off a little way to look at
this wonderful Christmas tree. Clapping his hands with delight,
he ran to call Papa and Mamma and Annie, and they laughed
aloud when they saw what he had done. It was the funniest



VZZ IN" THE child's WORLD.

Chistmas tree they had ever seen. They were sure the pets
would like the presents Johnny had chosen.

Then there was a busy time in the barn. Papa and Mamma
and Annie helj^ed about bringing in the animals, and before long
Brownie, White Face, Spotty, Kover, Piggywig, Pussy, Lamb-
kin, the chickens, the squirrel and Bunny the rabbit, had been
led each to his own Christmas breakfast on and under the tree.
What a funny sight it was to see them all standing around look,
ing happy and contented, eating and drinking with such an
appetite!

While watching them Johnny had another thought, and he ran
quickly to the house and brought out the new trumpet which
Papa had given him for Christmas. By this time the animals
had all finished their breakfast, and Johnny gave a little toot on
his trumpet as a signal that the tree festival was over. Brownie
went, neighing and prancing, to her stall; White Face walked
demurely ofl:^ with a bellow, which Spotty the calf, running at
her heels, tried to imitate; the little lamb skipped bleating away;
Piggywig walked off with a grunt; Pussy jumped on the fence
with a mew; the squirrel still sat up in the tree cracking her nuts;
Bunny hopped to her snug little quarters; while Eover, barking
loudly, chased the chickens back to their coop. Such a hubbuu
of noises! Mamma said it sounded as if they were trying to say:
" Merry Christmas to you, Johnny! Merry Christmas to all."

Frances Arnstein.



SANTA CLAUS AND THE MOUSE.

One Christmas eve, when Santa Glaus

Came to a certain house,
To fill the children's stockings there,

He found a little mouse.

" A merry Christmas, little friend,"

Said Santa, good and kind.
" The same to you, sir," said the mouse;
" I thought you wouldn't mind




Santa Claus and the Mouse



124 IX THE child's would.

" If I should stay awake to-night

And watch you for awhile."
" You're very welcome, little mouse,"

Said Santa, with a smile.

And then he filled the stockings up

Before the mouse could wink —
From toe to top, from top to toe.

There wasn't left a chink.

" Now, they won't hold another thing,'"
Said Santa Claus, with pride.
A twinkle came in mouse's eyes.
But humbly he replied :

" It's not polite to contradict —
Your pardon I implore —
But in the fullest stocking there
/ could i)ut one thing moi'e."

" Oh, ho! " laughed Santa, "silly mouse.
Don't I know how to pack?
By filling stockings all these years,
I should have learned the knack."

And then he took the stocking down

From where it hung so high,
And said: " Now put in one thing more;

I give you leave to try."

The mousie chuckled to himself,

And then he softly stole
Right to the stocking's crowded toe

And gnawed a little hole !

" Now, if you please, good Santa Claus,
I've put in one thing more;
For you will own that little hole
Was not in there before."

How Santa Claus did laugh and laugh !
And then he gayly spoke :
" Well! you shall have a Christmas cheese
For that nice little joke."

If you don't think this story true,

Why ! I can show to you
The very stocking with the hole

The little mouse gnawed through.

EmILIE PotJLSSON.

St. Nicholas.



IX THE child's world. 125



THE BIRDS' CHEISTMAS.



Founded on Fact.



'' Chickadee-dee-dee-dee! Chickadee-dee-dee-dee! Chicka — "
'' Cheerup, cheerup chee-chee! Cheerup, cheerup chee-chee!"
"Ter-ra-lee, ter-ra-lee, ter-ra-lee!"

" Rap-atap-atap-atap!" went the Avooclpecker; "Mrs. Chick-
adee may speak first."

"^Friends," began Mrs. Chickadee, "^'why do you suppose I
called you together?"

" Because it's the day before Christmas," twittered Snow Bunt-
ing. "And you're going to give a Christmas party," chirped
the Robin. " And you want us all to come! " said Downy Wood-
pecker. "Hurrah! Three cheers for Mrs. Chickadee!"

"Hush!" said Mrs. Chickadee, "And I'll tell you all about
it. To-morrow is Christmas day, but I don't want to give a
party."

" Chee, chee, chee!" cried Robin Rusty-breast; "chee, cliee,
cheel"

"Just listen to my little plan," said Mrs. Chickadee, "for,
indeed, I want you all to help. How many remember Thistle
Goldfinch — the happy little fellow who floated over the meadows
through the summer and fall?"

" Cheerup chee-chee, cheerup chee-chee, I do," sang the
Robin; "how he loved to sway on thistle-tops!" "Yes," said
Downy Woodpecker, "and didn't he sing? All about blue skies,
and sunshine and happy days, with his 'Swee-e-et-sweet-sweet-
sweet-a-twitter-witter-witter-witter-wee-twea! ' "

"Ter-ra-lee, ter-ra-lee," said Snow Bunting. "We've all
heard of Thistle Goldfinch, but what can he have to do with
your Christmas party? He's away down South now, and
wouldn't care if you gave a dozen parties."

"Oh, but he isn't; he's right in these very woods!"

"' Why, you don't mean^ — "

"' Indeed I do mean it, every single word. Yesterday I was
flitting about among the trees, pecking at a dead branch here,
and a bit of moss there, and before I knew it I found myself



126 IN" THE child's AVORLD.



away over at the other side of the woods! 'Chickadee-dee-dee,
chickadee-dee-dee! ' I sang, as I turned my bill toward home.
Just then I heard the saddest little voice pipe out: * 'Dear-ie me!
dear-ie me!' and there on the sunny side of a branch perched a
lonesome bit of yellowish down. I went up to see what it was,
and found dear little Thistle Goldfinch! lie was very glad to
see me, and soon told his short story. Through the summer
Papa and Mamma Goldfinch and all the brothers and sisters had
a fine time, singing together, fluttering over thistle-tops, or
floating through the balmy air. But when 'little Jack Frost
walked through the trees,' Papa Goldfinch said: 'It is high time
we went south!' All were ready but Thistle; he wanted to stay
through the winter, and begged so hard that Papa Goldfinch
soberly said: 'Try it, my son, but do find a warm place to stay
in at night.' Then off they flew, and Thistle was alone. For
a while he was happy. The sun shone warm through the middle
of the day, and there were fields and meadows full of seeds.
You all remember how sweetly he sang for us then. But by and
by tlie cold North Wind came whistling through the trees, and
chilly Thistle woke up one gray morning to find the air full
of whirling snowflakes. He didn't mind the light snows, for
golden-rod and some high grasses were too tall to be easily cov-
ere(], and he got seeds from them. But now that the heavy
snows have come, the poor little fellow is almost starved, and if
he doesn't have a warm place to sleep in these cold nights, he'll
surely die!"

Mr?. Chickadee paused a minute. The birds were so still one
could hear the pine trees whisper. Then she went on: "I
comforted the poor little fellow iis best I could, and showed him
where to find a few seeds; then I flew home, for it was bedtime.
I tucked my head under my wing to keep it warm, and thought,
and thought, and thought; and here's my plan: —

'•■ We Chickadees have a nice warm home here in the spruce
trees, with their thick, heavy boughs to shut out the snow and
cold. There is plenty of room, so Thistle could sleep here all
winter. A\ e would let him perch on a branch, then we Chicka-
dees would nestle around him until he was as warm as in the
lovely summer time. These cones are so full of seeds that we



* Sung to " do, Kol , mi. ' '



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could spare him a good many; and I think that you Robins might
let him come over to your pines some day and share your seeds.
Downy Woodpecker must keep his eyes open as he hammers the
trees, and if he spies a supply of seeds he will let us know at
once. Snow Bunting is only a visitor, so I don't expect him to
help, but I wanted him to hear my plan with the rest of you.
Now you loill try, won't you, every oneV^

" Cheerup, cheer up, ter-ra-lee! indeed we'll try; let's begin
right away! Don't wait till to-morrow; who'll go and find
Thistle?"

" I will," chirped Robin Rusty-breast, and off he flew to the
place which Mrs. Chickadee had told of, at the other side of the
wood. There, sure enough, he found Thistle Goldfinch sighing:
* ^' Dear-ie me! dear-ie me! The winter is so cold and I'm here
all alone! " "^ Cheerup, chee-chee! " piped the Robin: —

" Cheerup, cheerup, I'm here !
I'm here and I mean to stay.
What if the winter is drear —
Cheerup, cheerup anyway!"

" But the snow is so deep," said Thistle, and the Robin re-
plied: —



" Soon the snows '11 be over and gone,
Eun and rippled away;
What's the use of looking forlorn?
Cheerup, cheerup, I say! "



Then he told Thistle all their plans, and wasn't Thistle sur-
prised? Why, he just couldn't believe a word of it till they
reached Mrs. Chickadee's, and she said it was all true. They
fed him and warmed him, then settled themselves for a good
night's rest.

Christmas morning they were chirping gaily, and Thistle was
trying to remember the happy song he sang in the summer time,
•when there came a whirr of wings as Snow Bunting flew
down.



Sung to " do, sol, mi.



128 IN THE child's WORLD.

" Ter-ra-lee, ter-ra-lee, ter-ra-lee," said he; "can you fly a
little way?"

" Oh, yes," replied Thistle. *' I thinh I could fly a lo7ig way/'

*' Come on, then," said Snow Bunting. " Every one Avho
wants a Christmas dinner, follow me!" That was every word he
would say, so what could they do but follow?

Soon they came to the edge of the wood, and then to a farm-
house. Snow Bunting flew straight up to the piazza, and there
stood a dear little girl in warm hood and cloak, witli ii pail of
bird-seed on her arm, and a dish of bread-crumbs in her hand.
As they flew down, she said : —

"And here are some more birdies who have come for a Christ"
mas dinner. Of course you shall have some, you dear little
things!" and she laughed merrily to see them dive for the
crumbs.

After they had finished eating, Elsie (that was the little girl's
name) said: "Now, little birds, it is going to be a cold winter,
you would better come here every day to get your dinner. I'll
always be glad to see you."

" Cheerup chee-chee, cheerup chee-chee! thank you, thank
you," cried the Robins.

" Ter-ra-lee, ter-ra-lee, ter-ra-lee! thank you, thank you!" twit-
tered Snow Bunting.

" Chick-a-dee-dee-dee-dee, chick-a-dee-dee-dee-dee, chick-a-
dee-dee-dee-dee-dee! how kind you are! " sang the Chickadees.

And Thistle Goldfinch? Yes, he remembered his summer
song, for he sang as they flew away: —

" Swee-e-et-sweet - sweet - sweet-a-twitter- witter-witter-witter-
wee-twea!"

F. E. Makn.

Notes. 1. I have invariably found that after children become well
versed in color, they are unwilling to call our American Robin, " Robin
Red breast," but prefer either " Orange breast" or " Rusty breast."

F. E. M.

2. The Robin's song is from "Bird Talk," by Mrs. A. D. T. Whitney.

3. The fact upon which this story is based, — that is, of the other birds
adopting and warming the solitary Thistle Goldfinch, — was observed near



IN THE child's WORLD. 129

Northampton, Mass., where robins and other migratory birds sometimes
sjiend the winter in the thick pine woods. This should be explained to
the children, since it is exceptional.



PiCCOLA.



Poor sweet Piccola ! Did you hear
What happened to Piccola, children dear?
'Tis seldom fortune such favor grants
As fell to this little maid of France.

'T was Christmas time, and her parents poor
Could hardly drive the wolf from their door;
Striving with poverty's patient pain,
Only to live until summer again.

No gifts for Piccola ! sad were they
When dawned the morning of Christmas day;
Their little darling no joy might stir,
Saint Nicholas nothing would bring to her.

But Piccola did not doubt at all.
That something beautiful must befall
Every child upon Christmas day;
And so she slept till tlie dawn was gray.

And full of faith when at last she woke,
She stole to her shoe as the morning broke;
Such sounds of gladness filled the air
'T was plain Saint Nicholas had been there.

In rushed Piccola sweet, half wild ;
Never was seen such a joyful child.
" See what the good saint brought! " she cried,
And mother and father must peep inside.

Now such a story who ever heard?
There was a little shivering bird,
A sparrow that in at the window flew
Had crept into Piccola's wooden shoe!



130



IN THE child's WUKLH.



" How good poor Piccola must have been! "
She cried, as happy as any queen;
While the starving sparrov? she fed and warmed,
She danced with rapture, she was so charmed.



Children, this story I tell to you
Of Piccola sweet and her bird, is true ;
In the far-off land of France, they say,
Still do they live to this very day.



Moughion, Mifflin <£ Co.



Celia Thaxter,




THE NEW YEAR.

To THE Teacher: —

Speak of the last time the children and teachers met together. The ten
days of vacation have already made this seem long ago to the children;
for, as Campbell says: —

" A day to childhood seems a year,
And years like passing ages."

Encourage reminiscences of the Christmas festival. Unless such experi-
ences are recalled again and again they will have no lasting elTect upon
the child; while the habit of reviewing past delights furnishes the mind
with a store of happy memories and tends to develop a permanent joy-
ousness of spirit.



THE TALK.

(Speak of the "new day;" the verse " Good morning to the
glad new day" would be appropriate; then of Monday as the
beginning of a new week.)

When we were in kindergarten before it was December; now
it is January, a new month. So now we have a new day of a new
week in a new month. And more than that! This is the begin-
ning of a New Year!

Did any of the children know whfen it was New Year's Day?
That was the very first day of this New Year. Can any one tell
the name of the old year? We called it 1893. That means that
on Christmas it was 1893 years since Jesus was born. But now
another year is beginning, and we call this new year 1894.

A new day comes often, does it not? But it will be many,
many days before this new year is ended and another begins.

Let us think about the Old Year and talk about the pleasant
things we can remember; — Christmas, Thanksgiving, the day we
came back to kindergarten, birthdays, etc., etc.



13:^



IN THE CHILL) ri WOULD.



And now this New Year 1894 will bring us Just such happy
times again. It will bring us a new Spring and a new Summer
and a new Autumn and a new Winter. (Remind the children of
some of the beauties and pleasures of each season as it is men-
tioned.) The New Year brings us a great many new days —
days to work and play in, and to grow in. Do you know that
there are three ways for us to grow? There are — three ways: —
to grow big, to grow wise, to grow good. You know what it is
to grow big, and to grow good; do you know what it is to grow
wise? It is to learn all we can about everything in this beautiful
world, and to understand things better, and to know more and
more. It is very well to grow big, and better yet to grow wise,
but best of all to grow good.

This New Year will give us a great many chances to grow in
all these three ways. How many things we have spoken of that
the New Year will bring us! No wonder we are glad to have it
come! And just as we say " good morning" to each other every
day, so we say " Happy New Year" to our friends at the begin-
ning of the New Year.



TEACHER'S READING.



The Death of the Old Year,
Ring Out, Wild Bells (" In Memoriam "),
Midnight Mass of the Dying Year,
Pippa Passes, . . . _

Next Year, . - - - -

The Two Roads, - . - -

*A New Year's Bargain, - - -

* The Twelve Months,



Tennyson
Tennyson

- Lonyfellow
R. Browning

Nora Perry

Jean Paul Rickter

Susan Coolidge

- Labonlaye



FOR THE CHILDREN.



Irene and the Yesterdays,
The New Year's Cake,



" St. Nicholas," 1873
St. Nicholas,'' January, 1S99



* Something suitable for re-telling could perhaps be gleaned from these stories.



IN THE child's WORLD. 133



STORIES.

AN ALL-THE-YEAK-EOUND STORY.

If you had only been in the right place at the right time and
had looked in the right direction, you might have seen all this
yourself; but since not one of you was anywhere near the Palace
of the Future when its great doors swung slowly open, you did
not see the people — one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight,
nine, ten, eleven, twelve of them — as they came out. But they
did come, nevertheless, and looked about them in a puzzled way
as if they did not know what to do or where to go.

Before they had much time to wonder, however, an old man
stepped forward and greeted them heartily.

"Glad to see you, friends! Glad to see you. I knew you
would come if I sent for you. One, two, three, four, five, six,
seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve. That's right, you are all
here. And now I suppose you would like to know why I sent
for you, wouldn't you? "

The twelve friends said they would indeed.

" Look, then," said Father Time, for that was the old man's
name, and he opened his big cloak which he had been holding
close about him.

The twelve crowded near to see, and what they saw was well
worth looking at, for it was a dear, sweet, tiny baby, laughing
and cooing and stretching up its pretty hands to be taken.

"There!" said Father Time, "that's my youngest child and
his name is 1894. I do not want him to be all alone during his
visit upon the earth, and besides there are so many things to be
sent with him that he could not possibly carry them all."

"Oh! I'll go with him!" "And I!" "And I!" shouted
the twelve in chorus.

" Softly, softly," said Father Time. " You cannot all go at
once, but you shall each have your turn. And each shall carry
something for little 1894. My storehouse is right here and we
can plan now what you shall each take, so as to have no confu-
sion later. Come, January, you must be the first."



134 IN THE child's WORLD.

" Then I will carry this banner," said January; and he brought
a beautiful silken flag from the storehouse. On it was ** Happy
New Year " in flashing golden letters. January had also a large
pack upon his back. This was full of snow, with which he in-
tended to make coasts for the children.

" February!^' called Father Time, and a little fellow stepped
forward from the group and ran into the storehouse. Presently
he came out with a package of valentines in one hand and George
Washington's picture in the other. "You have chosen well,''
said Father Time; "valentines for fun, and George Washing-
ton's picture to remind people of that good man."

"March!" "March where?" said February. "March!"
said Father Time, a trifle sternly. "Oh! excuse me," said Feb-
ruary, skipping off to talk with January.

March was rather a wild-looking fellow, and very noisy and
blustering; but he showed that he had a good heart and liked to
make people happy, for when he came out of the storehouse, be-
hold! he had chosen kites for the children to fly, a big bunch of
silvery pussy willows, and a few — a very few — flowers, just one or
two daffodils and crocuses and some spears of green grass.
" But see, said" he, "and listen! This is my greatest treasure
and what will be best loved," and there was a warbling bluebird
perched upon his hand.

"April!" called Father Time. April danced forth from the
waiting group, curtsied to Father Time, and ran into the store-
house. She brought out a lapful of violets, a flock of robins,
and a picture of Friedrich Froebel. "Right, right!" said
Father Time, nodding approvingly; "that picture belongs to
you, and Friedrich FrcBbel is another good man whom the chil-
dren should learn about and love. And now. May, my dear, run
in and choose your burden." Another pretty maiden answered
this call; and a beautiful sight she was, especially after she had been
in the storehouse. She was laden with apple blossoms and
wreaths, and carried a long pole; and she walked to the sound
of music, for velvety bees hummed about her and birds of many
kinds filled the air with their warbling.

" Music and dancing and flowers! " said May. " The children
shall have a merry time when I am with them."



IN THE child's AVOULD. 135

" Have you forgotten the soldiers?'' asked Father Time.

''Oh I i!0/'' said May. a tender look upon her bright face.
" The most and best of my flowers are for Memorial Day."

May took her place with those who had gone before, and
Father Time called Jane, saying: "Hasten all you can, dear
June, for there are still many to follow you."

So June made no delay in choosing, but chose well, neverthe-
less, for she brought roses — roses in such profusion that one
could scarcely see her lovely face peeping out from between the
flowery branches. " Strawberries, too, good Father Time," said
June; " I couldn't resist taking the strawberries, too,"

Father Time smiled fondly. People always smile upon June,
for every one loves her. •

"July!" called Father Time.

Into the storehouse and out again in a trice bounded a lively
boy. " The minute I saw these I knew they were what I
wanted," said he, showing Father Time a j^ackage of fireworks
and waving an American flag.



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