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[Illustration: JUMBO BROKEN LOOSE.]














A Queer Play-House 50
A Reckless Ride 8
At the Shore 82
Baby Ralph's Letter 64
Bell and her Pet Dog 42
Belle and her Brothers 95
Betty and Polly 33
Brave Hal 80
Dolly Knits, then Hides 70, 71
Dot's New Friend 78
Frankie Minds Mamma 58
Going to Bed 18
Going to Boston 67
Hattie and the Butterfly 72
Jane and Rob 46, 47
Little May's Pet 36
Little Mother Hubbard 84
May and her Papa 41
Meg and Little Bell 32
Milk for Baby's Supper 30
Moll and Jane's Picnic 94
Mr. Fox is Sure 68
New Eyes 86
Old Charlie Runs 90
Only a Bird 54
Our Little Hand-Organ Man 66
Playing at Soldiers 20, 21
Polly and her Dead Bird 93
Poor Joe 60
Rebie's New Home 48
Rose and the Little Beggar 88
Sick Molly 62
The Disobedient Mouse 22, 23
The Fishing-Boat Nancy 10
The Gypsy Camp 74
The Pet Rabbit 39
The Shark 26
The Three Kittens 44, 45
The Two Stags 38
Tom, Grace and Lou 37
Walter's Butterflies 76
What a Kiss Did 56
Who is to Blame? 52


Baby Boy 28
Bertie and Rover 24
Cowslips 16
Doll and I 40
"Fly Little Bird Away" 34, 35
May Day 19
My Treasure 7
"Out of the Wild Northeast 92
Tad and the Lobster 31
The Blacksmith 15
The Disobedient Mouse 22, 23
The Little Rill 12
The Robin 14


Jumbo Broken Loose _Frontispiece._

A Queer Play-House 51
A Reckless Ride 9
At the Shore 83
Baby Boy 28
Baby Ralph's Letter 65
Bell and her Pet Dog 43
Belle and her Brothers 95
Bertie and Rover 25
Betty and Polly 33
Brave Hal 81
Cowslips 17
Doll and I 40
Dolly Knits, then Hides 70, 71
Dot's New Friend 79
"Fly Little Bird Away" 34, 35
Frankie Minds Mamma 59
Going to Bed 18
Going to Boston 67
Hattie and the Butterfly 73
Jack and Jill 29
Jane and Rob 46, 47
Little May's Pet 36
Little Mother Hubbard 85
May Day 19
May and her Papa 41
Meg and Little Bell 32
Milk for Baby's Supper 30
Moll and Jane's Picnic 94
Mr. Fox is Sure 69
My Treasure 7
New Eyes 87
Old Charlie Runs 90
Only a Bird 55
Our Little Hand-Organ Man 66
"Out of the Wild Northeast" 91
Playing at Soldiers 20, 21
Polly and her Dead Bird 93
Poor Joe 61
Rebie's New Home 49
Rose and the Little Beggar 89
Sick Molly 63
Solid Comfort 91
Tad and the Lobster 31
The Blacksmith 15
The Disobedient Mouse 22, 23
The Fishing-Boat Nancy 11
The Gipsy Camp 75
The Little Rill 13
The Pet Rabbit 39
The Shark 27
The Three Kittens 44, 45
The Two Stags 38
Tom, Grace and Lou 37
Walter's Butterflies 77
What a Kiss Did 57
Who is to Blame? 53




Bright with smiles and wreathed with flowers.
Happy be thy morning hours;
Cloudless skies above thy head,
Fair the earth for thee to tread,
Songs of birds thy path attend; -
All the good that heaven can send,
Crown with joy thy morning hours,
Wreathed with smiles and bright with flowers.



Reckless Ina, she was called, because she did so many reckless things.
But her name was Ina Bradford. She had no brothers, so she used to tell
her father that she would be his boy. And it was no trial to Ina do
boy's work.

Dish-washing she particularly disliked. And as to sewing - why, she had
rather go ragged any time than sew up the rents in her dress.

The one thing that Ina enjoyed more than anything else in the world, was
riding on horseback. Her father kept several horses. And he was
perfectly willing she should use any of the farm horses whenever she
liked. But Black Jupiter she must never touch. He was a large,
high-spirited horse, very unsafe for a young girl. But oh! how Ina
longed to get on Jupiter's back.

One day when her father had gone away Ina resolved to try. She put
bridle and saddle on without trouble. But the moment Black Jupiter felt
her weight on his back, he started on a run up the street. At first Ina
thought it great fun, but by and by her arms ached so she could scarcely
hold the bridle. And when Jupiter jumped at the cackling of a goose, Ina
would have fallen if a strong, brave boy had not caught the bridle. Ina
did not care to ride Black Jupiter again.

[Illustration: A RECKLESS RIDE.]


Here is the fish-ing boat Nan-cy. But where is the fish-er-man? Oh! he
has gone up the beach to his house to see his wife and his lit-tle
daugh-ter. He was in a great hur-ry, for he did not wait to take down
his sails, but on-ly made the boat fast to an old pile.

The rea-son of his haste was that his lit-tle daugh-ter Bess is quite
ill. He had to go to sea this morn-ing, for he is a poor man, and must
work ev-er-y day, but when he left Bess was in a fe-ver. All day long he
has been ve-ry anx-ious. But now good news is wait-ing him. At four
o'clock the fe-ver left her, and she is much bet-ter, and is wait-ing
for her pa-pa to come in. How glad he will be! But he can-not stop long
now, on-ly just to give her a kiss, for the boat must be ta-ken care of,
and the fish that he has caught must be sent to mar-ket; so back he will
go, but he will work now with a light-er heart, for his fear is gone.



Drop by drop the lit-tle rill
Feeds the lim-pid stream be-low,
Gleam-ing, spark-ling down the hill,
Till it joins the riv-er's flow.
* * *
Drop by drop the whole night long;
Drop by drop the long night through,
Sing-ing low and soft its song;
Leaps the rill, in meas-ure true.
* * *
Drop by drop like gems of light,
Danc-ing where the sun-beams play,
Grows the stream-let clear and bright,
Where the sweet ferns line the way.
* * *
Like a mol-ten sil-ver tide
Led by fai-ries, here and there;
Now by rug-ged moun-tain side;
Now by pas-ture green and fair.

[Illustration: THE LITTLE RILL.]


LIT-TLE rob-in, wild bird,
Sing-ing sweet and blithe,
Care-less of Time's hour glass
And his crook-ed scythe,
Prod-i-gal of pleas-ure
In a harm-less way,
Greet-ing in the sun-shine
This thy hol-i-day.

When the or-phan chil-dren
Wan-dered in the wood,
We shall stillre-mem-ber
Thou wert kind and good;
As their cheeks grew pa-ler,
And with tears were wet,
Thou didst sprin-kle o'er them
Man-y a vi-o-let.

Cheer us in the au-tumn,
When the rains be-gin,
While the gay flow-ers with-er,
And the woods grow thin.




CLANG, cling, clang, cling!
Bel-lows, you must roar; and, an-vil, you must ring;
Ham-mer, you and I must work, for ding, dong, ding!
Must dress my Kate and ba-by, and bread for us must bring.


Yel-low, yel-low cow-slip,
Grow-ing in the grass,
Thou dost bloom so bright-ly,
Thou dost smell so sweet-ly,
That the ve-ry cat-tle
Light-ly o'er thee pass.
* * *
Yel-low, yel-low cow-slip,
Chil-dren gath-er thee
In the ear-ly sum-mer,
In the dew-y morn-ing,
When his nest be-side thee,
Leaves the lark so free.
* * *
Yel-low, yel-low cow-slip,
Shin-ing in the sun,
When the tall grass mead-ows
Yield un-to the mow-ers,
Then thy life is end-ed,
Pen-sive lit-tle one.

[Illustration: COWSLIPS.]



May and Kate and Lou and wee Tom-my have been sit-ting by the fire in
the nur-se-ry for the last hour look-ing through their books. But now
the books have all been put on the shelf and nurse has made them ready
for bed. Mam-ma has come up, as she al-ways does, to hear their pray-ers
and have a short chat with them af-ter they are tuck-ed up in their
cribs. The chat has to be short, for these lit-tle peo-ple fall a-sleep
in no time.



One day, all
in the sweet
spring weath-er,
Two lit-tle folk
went out to-geth-er.
Oh the bright May-day!
Sun was shin-ing,
birds were
Flow-ers bloom-ing,
May-bells ring-ing!
Oh the glad May-day!

So they two went forth a May-ing,
Laugh-ing, dan-cing, sing-ing, say-ing
"Oh the bright May-day!
What care we for moth-er's warn-ing?
Who would bide at home this morn-ing?
Oh the glad May-day!"



"SHOUL-DER arms!" said Dick. "For-ward, march!" If you had been in the
room next to the hall where the chil-dren were play-ing that rain-y day,
you would have thought that an ar-my was march-ing back and forth, they
made such a noise. Then, all at once, the noise stopped. "The ar-my will
lie down, and go to sleep for the night," said Dick. The ar-my lay down
to play sleep, and in a twin-kling it fell in-to a real sleep. Ev-er-y
man was in the land of Nod. Jane, who had been out to the barn for a
bas-ket of ap-ples, was so sur-prised at the sight, that three great red
ones fell out on the floor be-fore she could catch them. Just at that
mo-ment the boys' eyes o-pened, and they had the ap-ples in less than no




SAD is the tale
I have to tell,
Of what a lit-tle
mouse be-fell.
"My darl-ing child,"
His moth-er said,
"There are two things
That you must dread.
One is the mon-ster
called a cat;
And one a trap.
Ne'er go
near that,
No mat-ter how the cheese may smell:
You'll rue the day. Mark
my words well."

And mous-ey lis-tened to her say.
Had he but heed-ed! Well-a-day!
That ver-y night he smelled some cheese.
Quoth he, "What o-dors sweet are these?
I'll go and see: per-chance the cook
Has dropped a bit. Here's for a look!"
A-las! a-las! dear chil-dren all,
He dis-o-beyed. Be-hold his fall.
He saw the trap, with bits of cheese.
"I'll on-ly take just one of these, -
A sin-gle one, not an-y more."
Click went the spring; down fell the door!

How sleek looks puss-y! How well fed!
Poor mous-ey's moth-er weeps in bed.



"O Ro-ver! I love you,"
Young Mas-ter Ber-tie said.
To prove his words were true,
He hugged the dog's rough head.
* * *
Ro-ver knew not one half
His lit-tle mas-ter said;
But when he heard him laugh,
He quick-ly raised his head.
* * *
He loved to run a-bout
A-mong the lambs and sheep,
Which lay in groups a-bout,
Ap-pa-rent-ly a-sleep.
* * *
He'd leap a five-barred gate,
And then, with con-scious pride,
For Bertie's com-ing wait
Up-on the oth-er side.

[Illustration: BERTIE AND ROVER.]


What great fish is this? It is a shark. He is fast now, and the men will
soon have him up on the ship's deck, where they will make an end of him.

Sharks are ve-ry fierce. They are so large, too, that they can eat up a
man with-out a-ny trou-ble. In some parts of the world peo-ple nev-er
dare go in bath-ing, be-cause of them. You can see in the pic-ture what
great teeth they have. This fel-low has been at ma-ny a bad piece of
work, I have no doubt; but now all his pranks are at an end. He has
fol-lowed the ship mile af-ter mile to pick up a-ny scraps that were
thrown o-ver, and they have tast-ed so well, that when he saw a great
piece of pork come splash in-to the wa-ter, he swal-lowed it down
with-out stopping to think that there might be a hook in it. Then all at
once he found that he was fast. Strug-gle as hard as he could, it was of
no use; he was held fast.

[Illustration: THE SHARK.]


"Ho! mas-ter ba-by boy.
Where are you go-ing?
Dark are the win-try skies:
Soon 'twill be snow-ing.
Back to the nur-se-ry,
Where the fire's
* * *
"I doe back" -
stamps his foot.

"No! I are doe-ing
Down to my busi-ness.
A big boy I'm drow-ing.
Just where my pa-pa does,
Dat's where I'm doe-ing."




THESE are Jack and Jill. Do you not see their pail? They fill it with
salt wa-ter.


"WHAT a sweet lit-tle lamb!" said May. "No: it is a wolf. I must run: he
will eat me."


"PLEASE, Mrs. Wright, moth-er would like to bor-row a cup of milk for
ba-by's sup-per. Our cow has strayed a-way, and Tom has gone to find
her." - "Of course she shall have it, Tom," said Mrs. Wright. "How is
ba-by?" Tom's lit-tle ba-by sis-ter had been ver-y ill, and they had all
been a-fraid that she would not live. But now she was much bet-ter. Tom
told Mrs. Wright this, and then ran home.



THERE was a
little lad
Whose name was Tad,
Down by the sea.
"A-ha! a-ha" cried he:
"A play-fellow I see,
Com-ing to play
with me."


But soon he
changed his cry:
The tears came
in his eye.
"Let go!" he
cried; "let go!
You don't play
fair, you know.
O mam-my,
quick! Boo-hoo!
He'll bite my
finger through!"



MEG and her lit-tle sis-ter Bell went for a walk in the mea-dow. A cow
came down to the brook to drink. Bell was pick-ing some flow-ers, and
did not see her un-til she was close up-on her. Then she gave a loud
cry, and ran to Meg, and clutched tight hold of her dress. Meg soon set
her fears to rest; and the cow looked on with wide o-pened eyes, as much
as to say, "What a fool-ish child this is! I give her milk ev-er-y day."



BET-TY came to make a call on Pol-ly. So Pol-ly got out all her toys,
and put them on the floor in a great heap, and they each sat down
be-side them. Bet-ty liked best of all a stuffed rab-bit that squeaked
when you squeezed it; and she tucked it un-der her arm, and took it all
a-bout from room to room with her. Pol-ly at last, when she saw how much
she liked it, gave it to her for her ver-y own; and Bet-ty went home
hap-py, with the rabbit on her arms.




A LIT-TLE girl
Read in her book,
How a wick-ed boy
A wild bird took
From out its nest
In the green-wood tree.
A cap-tive now
'Tis forced to be,
And flut-ters its poor
wings all day long,
And beats the bars of its cage so strong.

"Poor lit-tle bird!"
She soft-ly cried;
Then on her head
Her hood she tied,
Took down the cage
Of her own bird,
Opened the door,
With joy-ous word.
"Fly, lit-tle bird, a-way,"
quoth she,
"Back to your home in the green-wood tree."



A-way, a-way,
The glad bird flew,
Far out of sight,
In heav-ens blue.
The wee girl watched
With won-der-ing eye,
Till it had fad-ed
In the sky,
Then sat her down, and cried, "Boo-hoo!
My bird is gone! What shall I do?"

Her pin-a-fore
With tears was wet:
"My bird a-gain,
"I'll nev-er get."
At last she raised
Her weep-ing eye,
And there at hand,
What should she spy
But bird-ie hop-ping in
his door,
Tired of his freedom,
back once more.




"Come in, puss," said lit-tle May, "and you shall have a nice cup of
milk for your break-fast. And I will put a fresh rib-bon on your neck,
too." Puss walked in at once, for he was ve-ry hun-gry. For more than an
hour she had been watch-ing at a mouse-hole, but the mouse would not
come out and be caught. So at last she had grown tired of wait-ing.


TOM and Grace and Lou had been down to the brook the day be-fore, and
had caught three frogs. They got one of pa-pa's old ci-gar box-es, and
lined it with leaves, and cut small holes in it, that the air might pass
in and out.


The next morn-ing they o-pened the box, and put them on the grass: they
looked ver-y ill. "Let's take them back to the brook," said Lou. As soon
as the frogs saw the wa-ter, they jumped, and were seen no more.



HERE we are out in the wild woods. What a pret-ty lit-tle glade it is,
with a spring of fresh wa-ter in it! But see, there are two stags here,
fight-ing as if they were bit-ter foes. Their great wide-spread ant-lers
are locked in-to each oth-er's. It some-times hap-pens in these fights
that the ant-lers get so fast-ened to-geth-er that the stags can-not get
them a-part. Then they both die. This will show you how quar-rels of-ten
have ve-ry sad ends.



TOM and Grace hur-ried through their break-fast, and ran out to feed
their pet rab-bit. Grace did not ev-en wait to put on her hat. But, when
they came to the hutch, there was no rab-bit there.

"We must tell John to look for him," said Grace. "There he is! Let's
run." So they ran down the path to meet the gar-den-er's boy. John said
that he would look just as soon as he took the bas-ket of let-tuce to
the cook.



"OH, dear! Oh, dear!
'Tis al-most nine.
The birds all sing,
The sun does shine.
Poor Doll and I
To school must go:
I don't see why,
We hate it so.
I hate those let-ters. They twist and turn.
There's no use try-ing: I'll nev-er learn.
* * *
Hur-rah! hur-rah!
At last it's two!
I am so glad!
What shall we do?
Come, Doll, let's run.
I'll nev-er go,
When I get big,
To school, I know;
But ev-er-y min-ute of the day
I'll spend just as I like, in play."

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