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ONE ; DAY IN A BABY'S LIFE




FROM THE FRENCH

OF

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ADAPTED

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SUSAN COOLIDGE



ROBERTS BROTHERS, PUBLISHERS

3, SOMERSET STREET, BOSTON










COPYRIGHT, iS86, BY ROBERTS BROTHERS.








70 // Babies, Big and Little.

Permit me to present to you two delightful children, with
whom you will find it easy to make friends, Miss Jeanette,
six years old, a pretty little girl with blue eyes; and Master
Jean, her brother, who being but four is still only a baby.

I regret to say, however, that Jean, though as fair and
fresh as a young rose, has one small fault.

Guess what it is.

Can't you guess ? I wonder if by chance any of the
little boys who read this book have the same ?





Well, then, I will whisper it to you. He is mischievous ! But he is a
bright little soul for all that, and very affectionate.

As for his sister, she is, as you will soon see, as good as gold in every
respect.

We are about to follow the adventures of these children for one day,
from sunrise to sunset ; and as little Jean is more especially the hero of the
tale, it is of him we are thinking when we call this book " One Day in a
Baby's Life."




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Everything is asleep in the house where the children live.
It is still very early in the morning.

Ding ! ding ! ding !

That is the bedroom clock striking six.

But still Jean and Jeanette sleep on as soundly as does Minet
their cat, who lies upon a chair with his tail curled round his legs.

Ding ! ding! ding ! repeats a church clock close by.

This time Jean hears the chime. He rubs his drowsy eyes
and peeps over the edge of his crib at his sister, who still sleeps.

What luck ! Jean devises a piece of
mischief at once. He gets up and
creeps very softly towards
Minet.



What is he going to do ?





BEFORE GETTING UP.

The cat awakes at the squeak, squeak of Jean's bare
feet on the floor ; he turns his head toward the side
from which the sound comes, and stares at his lightly
clad little friend.

But Minet does not disturb himself for trifles; so he
lies still and curls his whiskers, quite
unsuspicious of what is coming.

Jean, brave as a man of four should be,
creeps softly up, and seizing Minet by the throat
with a strangling gripe, throws him into his sister's
crib. Miaou ! Miaou !
As you may suppose, Jeanette wakes up. Seeing Minet's pink nose
on her pillow she is frightened, but only for a moment ; then, without
fear of the sharp claws, the little girl begins to play that she is the
cat's mamma.

' Did you sleep well, my dear puss-baby ? "

she asks, stroking him.
Minet replies with a purr of satisfaction.
Jeanette goes on. " Cover yourself up nicely,
or you will take cold. There ! There ! "
Minet, quite satisfied at this state of
affairs, composes himself to sleep in
the bed of his sweet little mistress.
Jean, who has hoped to scare his
sister, now begins to repent, for
he no longer has the cat to
play with. But getting-up
time has now come ; the
door opens.




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GETTING UP.

Rose the nurse comes into the room, and the
sight of her re-establishes order.

" Good-morning, Rose," says Jeanette, who
is a polite little girl. Rose smiles as she kisses
and lifts her out of her crib.

Little Jean, instead of waiting for his turn,
hangs on to Rose's petticoats, and prances and



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skips. Little monkey ! Happily Rose is good-
natured and seldom angry with him.

As for Minet, he roves about the room, arching
his back and remarking in the cat-language, " Oh,
how soft and nice that bed of my mistress was !
I wish I could get into it again."

Fie, you lazy thing ! you must wait till night
for that.








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THE BATH.

Led by Rose, Jeanette and Jean walk toward the
bath-room in their little shirts, with their feet bare.

Two bath-tubs exactly alike stand ready for the children, who at
the touch of the cold water utter little shrieks. The cat looks on
from a distance and does not envy them.

"Jeanette," says Jean all at once, "do you know what I am
going to ask Mamma? "

"No."

" Don't you want to know? "

" Why, of course ; tell me," says Jeanette, rather impatiently.

" To buy me a rod to fish with in the parlor aquarium."

"You Little goose ! " cries Jeanette, bursting into a laugh. " What
would be the good of that ? You can catch the fish with your hands."

Jean, opening his eyes with surprise, answers briskly, -

" Let us try this morning when we have our recess." " That will
be great fun," replies Jeanette. " But after we catch the fish we must
put them back again into the water
so that they will not die."





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THE DRESSING.

Rose is in the act of dressing Jeanette, wno,
always good, allows herself to be washed and

combed without resistance. She knows that her mother likes to have children
very clean, and does not scold even when Rose pulls her hair or gets soap into
her eyes.

Little Jean, whose ambition it is to be a General, and who prefers to command
rather than to obey, seats himself on a chair, and tries to get along without help
from the nurse.

"What are you doing, Master Jean ?" asks Rose, as she fastens Jeanette's
frock.

" I am dressing myself all alone. Just you wait ! "

" Yes, you are getting on finely," says his sister. " Don't you see that
your stockings are wrong-side out ? "

Jean, confused at this mistake, answers nothing, and waits meekly till Jeanette
is ready.

Then his turn comes. He struggles a little when Rose scrubs his face with
cold water.

"Why don't you put some warm water in the bowl ?" he
asks.

" What, Master Jean ! are you turning coward ? You said
the other day that you were never afraid."

" So I did ; but I don't like cold water."

"It is unpleasant for a moment, but then
you feel all the better for it. Don't you, Miss
Jeanette?"

Yes," replies the little girl. " I feel very nicely
now. So will you, Jean."







MORNING.

" Good morning, Mamma,"
cries Jean, running into his
mother's room.

' Good morning, my dar-
ling," says his mother, kissing
him. " Did you sleep well ? "
" Yes, Mamma, and I had
a nice dream."

" Did you ? Tell me about
it."

" Only think ! I dreamt
that I was a General at the

head of an army. I rode on a great big horse, and carried a sword, and had
gold things all over me, just like Uncle Charles!"

" That must have been beautiful," says his mother, smiling.
" Yes, and then I marched with my army. I wasn't afraid of anything. And
then there was a battle, and I killed a hundred thousand people all my own self.
And then the rest ran away ; that was the funniest of all. And Azor ran after
them and bit their heels."

Azor, who is stretched lazily on the carpet, not far off, hears his own name,
and supposing that his little master has called him, begins to wag his tail.

Jean does not go on with his story. Seeing the dog, he makes a plunge toward
him, saying,

" Did you sleep well, Azor? What tidyou dream about ? "
At that moment Rose opens the door softly, and announces that the chil-
dren's breakfast is ready.

Jean does not need to be called twice.
very fond, once more, and without paying
further attention to the dog runs toward
the dining-room, where Jeanette awaits
him.

Azor looks after him with a melancholy
air, and wishes he might ero too.




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Behold our little friends side by side, eating their good bread and milk.
Jeanette does not dawdle over her food as some little epicures do. She is
nearly done before Jean has swallowed his first mouthful.

" How slow you are ! " she says. " Look at me ! I am quite through,
and you have scarcely begun."

" Oh, yes. You are mighty proud ; but it is because your mouth is so
big."

" The size of the mouth makes no difference. There is Jacquot with his
little beak. He does not take forever over his breakfast."

Jean, confused at this retort, stops eating, and the spoonful of milk meant
for his mouth is plastered all over his cheek.

" If you don't hurry," goes on Jeanette, " I shall give your share to
Jacquot, who seems very hungry, and is looking at you with envious eyes."

" Oh, I'm not afraid ! " replies Jean ; " I know very well that parrots don't
like milk."





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Jeanette is hard at work. See how nicely she holds her pen, her fingers gently
extended, her left hand resting on the page of the writing-book, while her body is
slightly bent over the table !

Like a good little mother as she is, Jeanette is unwilling that her dear doll Mimi
should remain longer in ignorance. She insists always that she shall study too,
beside her. There you see Mimi perched in a baby's high chair and gravely
leaning over an open alphabet.

She is very sedate for her age. She does not so much as lift her eyes.

"A, A, A," says Jeanette from time to time by way of teaching her the letter.

Then, not at all disturbed by the silence of her pupil, she goes on,

' Very soon we will begin arithmetic. That is not hard at all. You only have
to count on your fingers. You shall see.

" What a good child she is, dear Mimi ! When I have finished this page
I will give her a kiss as a reward for being so industrious."



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THE CLASS.

Jean, being no longer under the watchful care of his sister, is playing that he is
a schoolmaster. With much trouble he has collected his scholars. Mr. Azor,
Miss Minet, and Mr. Punch. As there must be at least one little girl, he has
chosen Minet to fill the part, in spite of his whiskers, because he wears such a
pretty fur gown.

Here you see them drawn up before their teacher. Little Jean, to impress his
pupils, has seated himself in an immense arm-chair, with a velvet cap on his head,
and on his nose his grandmother's spectacles.

' Mr. Azor, you are the biggest, so you may begin. Recite your lesson." Azor
sits up very straight, but he does not happen to know a word of his lesson. Little
Jean then applies to Minet, then to Punch ; silence reigns on all sides.

' They are like me," murmurs the Professor. " They don't like to study.''






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Though Jean has no great zeal for work, at least he is never idle. Here you
see him writing his name with chalk upon the blackboard where Jeanette learns
her notes; after that he makes little shapes of twisted paper and paints them with
his box of water-colors.

But here is Jeanette ; recess-time has come. They begin to play. The lead
soldiers are ranged on the floor. It is Longchamps, and there is a great review.
Master Jean, dressed like a general and mounted upon a magnificent charger of
painted wood, passes his troops in review. Miss Jeanette follows with her opera-
glass the movements of the army.

"Now let us play at fishing, will you?" cries Jean. Jeanette mounts
upon a chair by the side of the aquarium, plunges her little hands into
the globe, and tries to seize the gold-fish, which always escape her.

Vexed at her failure, Jeanette goes in search of her doll and doll-
carriage. The little mamma pushes the perambulator, her brother
carries the doll. Then they walk together, leading the doll by the hands.






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LUNCHEON.



Before seating themselves at table Jeanette and Jean take a little run
round the dining-room. Jean notices a splendid fish on a platter.

" I want some of that," he says to Jeanette.

The little girl, who knows what is proper, replies that children must
not finger the dishes.

" Very well, then, tell me what its name is/' says Jean.

" I don't know ; why do you ask me ? "

" So as to fish for the same kind when I go fishing ! "

" It is a salmon, Master Jean," says Rose, who comes in just then.

During this conversation Minet, whom they had forgotten, raises him-
self on his hind legs with his chin on the table. It is easy to see what he
is after.

At last they sit down, and Jean has all he wishes.

At dessert, to his great joy, biscuit and oranges and preserves appear.

Our little friend helps himself to everything impartially, and several
times over. He even puts some in
his pocket.




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FEEDING THE BIRDS.

After luncheon Jeanette makes ready to feed the birds. She takes her
brother out on the balcony which overhangs the garden, and presently a flock
of sparrows collect, from the neighboring trees.

" Chick ! chick ! chick ! " cries that spoil-sport Jean by way of helping.
" You have scared them away," says Jeanette, looking vexed.

Little Jean draws back, and half hidden by the
window-frame watches the winged band, who answer
the coaxing tones of his sister.

" Oh. what a big sparrow ! " he cries suddenly. The
frightened birds fly, to return no more.
" You have scared them again ! "
" I did n't mean to, really I didn't. What makes
them so shy ? I was n't going to hurt them."





THE WALK.



" Come," says Mamma. '' It is a beautiful day, and you must go out for a good
walk."

Jeanette and Jean are only too glad. They run upstairs and in two minutes

they are ready.

Jeanette is as neat as wax in a gray
frock, with a blue sash and a hat of
the same color.




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As it is April and the air still chilly, she carries her little muff. Except for the
toy balloon on her other arm, she looks like a grown-up lady, so grave and well-
behaved is she.

As for Jean, his sailor dress suits him perfectly. It gives him a saucy and
decided air which it is a pleasure to see. His red-and-white striped shirt peeps
out between the points of his blue collar, and completes the effect.

If he does not look like a General, as is his great wish, at least he looks
like an Admiral !

Meanwhile he proposes to roll his hoop.




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IN THE STREET.

Scarcely have our little walkers reached the street when they come upon a man
who is exhibiting some trained dogs. A crowd has collected to see them. The
children have to stop.

Jean is amazed to see these dogs go through the military exercise, keeping
exact step, manoeuvring, and, in short, behaving like real soldiers.

" I never want to play with my lead soldiers again, Jeanette," he says.

" Why not ? "

" They are too stupid. They always do the same thing."

"That is true. But then how will you play at soldiers ? "

" Well, in the first place I will always be General, and then I '11 train Azor,
and then I '11 get Mamma to buy me some more dogs."

After watching; the trained ^_ their walk, for they know if they



dogs Jean and Jeanette continue



linger too long people will take
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After they reach the quays which border the Seine they
keep meeting people with fishing-rods.

Little Jean notices one fat gentleman who is smoking a
pipe as he fishes. He wants to see what he catches, and
Rose lifts him up on the parapet for the purpose.

It is a great place for fish. Quantities of little fishes can
be seen darting round the hooks, but taking excellent care
not to be caught.

" Look ! " cries Jean. " See what a big Mamma-fish is
there, with all her little children round her ! "

' Oh, how pretty ! " replies Jeanette. " I hope the man
won't catch her ! "

" And I hope he will and eat her. Don't you remember
how ood that fish was at luncheon ? ''



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IN THE SQUARE.





At last the children reach the Square. After resting a little, Jeanette proposes
that they shall play a game of graces.

See in the picture how watchful she is, and with what quickness she catches the
ring which Jean throws at her.

Jean is rather awkward both in throwing and catching. "It's nothing but a
girl's game,'' 1 he says, shrugging his shoulders. That is his excuse for missing so
often.

Jeanette notices that Jean is tired of the game. " Let us play horse," she says.
Jean claps his hands. He runs to find two little playfellows, who, with Jeanette,
arrange themselves in imitation of a three-horse omnibus. Jean, in his capacity of
future General, seizes the reins, and the equipage makes the circle of the Square.





REFRESHMENTS.

"It is four o'clock," says Jean, whose appetite always
tells him the exact hour.

' Which is the same thing as saying, let us go to the
pastry-cook's," remarks Jeanette, with a teasing smile.

" See, there is a nice shop ! " says Jean, pointing to a
window where all sorts of good things are displayed.

The children go in and quickly make their choice. Little
Jean, who loves sweet things, keeps holding out his hands
toward the gilt dishes on which stand pyramids of confec-
tionery of all sorts and colors. Jeanette eats daintily, hold-
ing her cakes with the tips of her gloved fingers, while Rose
waits patiently till they are satisfied.

" Just one more, sissy dear."

" No. that is plenty. It is quite time for us to go.'"



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THE LITTLE GUESTS.






Scarcely have Jeanette and Jean returned from their walk, before a swarm
of babies and rosy little children fill the parlor. These are some little friends
who have been invited to dine and spend the evening.

Little Jean, delighted at this further chance for a frolic, rushes forward
to welcome the arrivals.

* How do you do, my little husband ?" cries the prettiest child of all,
squeezing Jean in her arms. " It is a long time since I saw you."

Jeanette receives her guests very sweetly, for she knows that as the little
mistress of the house it is her part to be extremely polite.

Miner., on the contrary, gets up on a chair, raises his back, hisses, and
shows his claws, which does not say much for his good manners.






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HOW THEY PLAYED.






In the first place, Jeanette asks politely after the health of all the papas and
mammas ; then she does the honors of the house. She takes by the hand little
Toto, the youngest of all the children, and her favorite, and followed by the
others they wander about the rooms.

Every now and then the shrill voice of Jean can be heard, talking with a
small friend who wears a fur cap and looks like a Cossack.

Later, they all go upstairs to the nursery. The baby-
house is unlocked ; the little girls play with the dolls,
the beys with soldiers and wooden horses, and thus the
hour before dinner passes happily.
At last they are called to dinner.
The small faces brighten at the news, for all
of them know that good things to eat may be
counted upon when they come to v.'sit Jean and
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With the exception of Charles, who,
always careless, tips over on to the table-
cloth his glass of raspberry shrub, and of
Georgette, who falls asleep, all goes well
till the dessert comes in. The guests are
almost too solemn. But when Rose appears
with a magnificent sponge-cake the tongues
are unloosed, the eyes brighten, and they
all cry, " Hurrah ! " Dinner
ends gayly ; and as they rise
from the table Jeanette an-
nounces that they must all be
dressed for a fancy ball
which is to follow.




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THE BALL AND CONCERT.

The ball is delightful. A number of other children have been asked to join
those who have arrived earlier.

The large parlor which is used as a ball-room is hung with Japanese lanterns
and illuminated yellow globes. The musicians, who sit on a raised platform,
play polkas and quadrilles, which are enough to set all the world to turning
somersaults.

Nothing could be prettier than the scene. There are all sorts of odd dresses.
Jean wears the uniform of a military school, which exactly suits his warlike
tendencies. Jeanette is dressed as a fortune-teller, in a red gown sprinkled with
gold stars.

After the dance is over, Jeanette places herself with two of the smallest
children at either side of her. Their mother, an excellent musician, seats her-
self at the piano and accompanies George, one of the little guests, as he plays

on his violin the famous air of
" Malbrook has gone to his army."






THE MAGIC LANTERN.

" Oh, how lovely ! A magic lantern ! " cry the children.

All the little faces are raised. The bright eyes shine in the dim light
as they gaze at the white sheet across which flit all manner of droll and
amusing figures.

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ICE-CREAM.



The time for passing
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A footman
in a red and
gold livery brings

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tray full of ices and
lemonade.

All the children surround
him, eager to be helped, but
they behave politely and do not
crowd.

The largest girls, armed with siphons,
distribute to the rest a beverage which they
call champagne, but which in reality is only lemon
soda-water; but none of the party notice the
difference.

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THE BREAK-UP.



It is ten o'clock. The sound of many carriage-wheels is heard in the street.
They are come to take the guests home. Everybody moves at once. There is
some trouble in collecting the little crowd scattered about the rooms when Rose
appears loaded with cloaks and hats.

The horses can be heard pawing impatiently in front of the house.

Jeanette and Jean kiss their little friends for the last time, and after the door is
shut the echoes on the staircase still seem to repeat. -

"Good-night, Jean. Good-night, Jeanette. Till we meet again, my little wife."

This last remark is Jean's, addressed to the girl who had claimed him as her
little husband on arrival.

Then one after another the carriages roll away, carrying home the little dancers.



Almost all of them fall asleep on the
laps of their Mammas before they
get there. As for Jean and Jeanette,
they go to bed at once, after having
kissed their father and mother for




good-night, and thanked them
for their happy day.

" Oh, how nice it has been ! "
says Jean. " I wish one could
have days over again ! "

"It would n't be half such
fun if we could," replies his
sister, sagaciously. " We
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BEDTIME.



Little Jean and Jeanette always say their prayers before going to bed.
" My God," begins Jeanette, kneeling devoutly on her praying- chair,
' keep dear Papa and Mamma well "

"Keep Papa and Mamma \vell," repeats Jean. Then suddenly,

"Jeanette, what was the name of that con-
fectioner whose shop we went to ? "

" His name is Jr.lien ; but hold your tongue ;
you must n't talk while you are saying your
prayers ! "

And while Jeanette gravely bends her head
again, little Jean murmurs solemnly, '" My God,
keep Mr. Julien well."





When one has spent a busy day like this.
one sleeps well.

See Jeanette and Jean in their little white
cribs. They are dreaming.

Jean dreams that he is in the midst of a
battlefield strewn with lead soldiers and little
clogs in red blankets ; Jeanette dreams that
she is walking to and fro in a starry sky as
if in a garden., and that she is gathering a great
bouquet of stars to carry to her Mother.



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