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 1). LOTHROP AND COMPANY 
 
 1885 
 
A ORAVE CONSULTATION. — "I SHALL LEAVE THEM OUT OK MY CHERRY 1ARTY." 
 
JIM-MY S AN-SWER. 
 
 JIM-MY'S AN-SWER. 
 
 Yes, the rob-in's nest had 
 been robbed — their own 
 rob-in's nest un-der the bush, 
 with its dar-ling lit-tle eggs of 
 the true robin's blue ! The 
 nest was pulled out and tip- 
 ped on the ground, and the 
 love-ly eggs were gone. 
 
 " I know well e-nough," said 
 Beth, "that those were the 
 ver-y eggs that your broth-er 
 Jim-my was a-car-ry-ing a-bout 
 strung on a straw, Sat-ur-day 
 af-ter-noon." 
 
 " Yes," said Bes-sie, sad-ly, 
 " he and Dick must have found 
 our bush and looked un-der 
 it, and pulled out the nest. If 
 they weren't my broth-ers, I'd 
 nev-er speak to them in this 
 world any more, no, nev-er and 
 nev-er ! I'm sor-ry they had 
 to come in-to the coun-try with 
 us, they do so much dam-age !" 
 
 " O, you'll have to speak to 
 them," said Beth; "but when 
 peo-ple do cru-el things I do 
 think it ought not to go as if 
 they had done on-ly right ! I 
 think they ought to be left out 
 a while, an' I shall leave them 
 out of my cher-ry par-ty." 
 
 Jim-my and Dick were Bes- 
 sie's broth-ers ; but she a-greed, 
 and the boys got no cards for 
 the cher-ry par-ty. 
 
 " It is be-cause you broke up 
 the rob-in's nest," said Bes-sie 
 se-vere-ly. " It is to make you 
 feel that girls don't like cru-el- 
 ty to birds!" 
 
 Jim-my looked so-ber for a 
 min-ute. Then he kicked up 
 his heels on the car-pet. "Ho, 
 ho!" said he. "Stick girls a- 
 set-ting up to pun-ish us ! 
 Girls that wear whole birds on 
 their hats all win-ter! ' 
 
SOME-THING SWEET. 
 
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 CAN-DY I 
 
 Christ-mas day some-thing 
 sweet hap-pened to Ba-by 
 Ralph — some su-gar can-dy. 
 
 Ralph had nev-er tast-ed 
 can-dy be-fore, and you should 
 have seen his big blue eyes. 
 
 " Some mo' an' some mo' 
 an' some mo'!" he said. 
 
 " Some more next Christ- 
 mas," said mam-ma. And 
 now ev-er-y morn-ing Ralph 
 asks, " Kwis'-mas this day?" 
 
 Oh, list-en while the chil-dren 
 
 sing 
 
 (The first one's name is 
 Mol-ly), 
 So loud their mer-ry voi-ces 
 ring- 
 
 (The sec-ond one is Dol-ly), 
 They sound like black-birds in 
 the spring 
 (The third is Oua-ker Pol-ly). 
 
 A CHRIST-MAS CAROL. 
 
LIT-TLE ROS-A-BEL S AD-VEN-TURE. 
 
 LIT-TLE ROS-A-BEL'S AD-VEN-TURE. 
 
 Lit-tle Ros-a-bel liked sto-ries 
 the best of any-thing in the 
 world ; and she be-lieved that 
 all her lit-tle pict-ure books 
 were true, and O, how she did 
 wish she were a stor-y-book 
 girl her-self, and that such 
 things would hap-pen to her. 
 Dear lit-tle Ros-a-bel, she used 
 to go out in the green lanes 
 and grass-y dells and hunt for 
 fair-ies, and list-en for talk-ing 
 birds and talk-ing flow-ers. 
 
 And one day lit-tle Ros-a- 
 bel thought she would try one 
 of the sto-ries and see if it 
 would come true with her. 
 She chose the sto-ry of " Lit-tle 
 Red Rid-ing-hood," be-cause 
 she had a red hood and be- 
 cause she knew a poor old 
 wom-an who lived a-lone in an 
 old house. So she put a pat 
 of but-ter and a cust-ard-pie in 
 
 a lit-tle bask-et, tied on her red 
 hood, and started a-way. But j 
 there were no woods to go j 
 through, and so no wolf came j 
 a-long. Ros-a-bel called "Wolf! 
 Wolf ! ' man-y times, but no 
 wolf came. When she came 
 to the old house she tried to 
 reach the big knock-er. But 
 she couldn't, so she knocked 
 with her lit-tle knuck-les. A 
 ver-y thin, low voice said, " Lift 
 the latch and come right in ! ' 
 Ros-a-bel did, and there was a 
 poor old grand-moth-er right in 
 bed, just like the stor-y ! 
 
 " O, have you any-thing to eat 
 in that bask-et ? " said the voice. 
 " I have sprained my an-kle 
 and I can't walk, and there has 
 no-bod-y been here for two 
 days, and I am al-most starved, 
 and I want some-bod-y to go 
 for a doc-tor. Can you go?" 
 
LIT-TLE ROS-A-BEL S AD-VEN-TURE. 
 
 PLAY-ING RED RID-ING-HOOD. 
 
 Yes, Ros-a-bel could. A-way 
 she ran to mam-ma, and mam- 
 ma and the doc-tor both came. 
 
 So Ros-a-bel was not on-ly in a 
 real sto-ry, her-self, but sheal-so 
 did a great deal of good. 
 
MORN-ING AT OUR HOUSE. 
 
 MORN-ING AT OUR HOUSE. 
 
 When the first gray light 
 creeps in through the cur-tains 
 
 there is gen-er-al-ly a sud-den 
 nest-linor to be heard in the crib 
 that stands at one side of the 
 bed. Soon Ar-thur's curl-y 
 yel-low head pops up out of 
 the pil-lows. 
 
 " Are you waked up, Do 1-1 y- 
 ba-by ? " calls a mer-ry voice. 
 
 Now there is a sud-den nest- 
 ling in the crib that stands 
 on the oth-er side of the 
 bed. 
 
 " Coo-ah-goo-coo" an-swers 
 Dol-ly-ba-by. 
 
 " Mam-ma, I want to see 
 her," says Ar-thur, sit-ting up 
 to look o-ver. 
 
 Then mam-ma parts the lace 
 cur-tains of Dol-ly-ba-by's crib, 
 and dis-clos-es the lit-tle sis-ter, 
 all sweet and ro-sy with sleep, 
 smil-ing on her pil-low. 
 
 " Loves Dol-ly-ba-by," says 
 
 DOL-LY-BA-BY. 
 
 Ar-thur, throw-ing a kiss. 
 
 Dol-ly makes fun-ny eyes at 
 her broth-er, and throws up 
 her fat lit-tle hands. " Ah- 
 goo-goo ! " she says. 
 
MOON FOLKS. 
 
 " Let me have her, please, 
 mam-ma," says Ar-thur. 
 
 Then Dol-ly-ba-by is lift-eel 
 o-ver in-to the big crib ; and 
 
 ng ana sing-ing 
 
 there is rock-in<j and 
 and smil-ing and coo-ing un-til 
 nurse comes to car-ry both 
 rogues a-way to be dressed. 
 
 MOON FOLKS. 
 
 See how quiet it is at e-ven- 
 ing in the house of the Man in 
 the Moon. The Moon moth- 
 er sits down to knit baby 
 stock-ings like the mam-mas 
 here ; and the Moon fa-ther 
 wears a smok-ing cap as oth-er 
 pa-pas do — and on-ly just see 
 what the sweet lit-tle Moon 
 ba-by has got for a ham- 
 mock ! 
 
 " By-lo-by ! " the Moon ba-by 
 sings. " How bright the earth 
 shines to-night ! I like to 
 swing in the ham-mock by 
 earth-light ! " 
 
 " I won-der if an-y-bod-y 
 lives in the earth," says the 
 Moon moth-er. 
 
 MOON FOLKS. 
 
 " That is some-thing I sup- 
 pose we nev-er shall know," 
 says the Moon fa-ther. 
 
OUT-LINE PICT-URE TO COL-OR. SLATE PICT-URE. 
 
 
 Cim.IVLIFE ON THE KAIiM. — THE SCHOOL IN THE MEAD-OW. 
 
 SLATE I'ICT-URK. — IN THE KITCH-EN. 
 

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 LITTLE "DROPS" AND LIT-TLE "CRUMBS." 
 
LIT-TLE CRUMBS AND LIT-TLE DROPS. 
 
 LIT-TLE CRUMBS, AND LIT-TLE DROPS. 
 
 "Crumbs of Crack-ers" and 
 ''Drops of Milk" were the 
 names of two lit-tle girls. 
 Would you like to know how 
 they got these fun-ny names ? 
 It was this way: Lit-tle 
 "Crumbs" was al-ways nib- 
 bling crack-ers, and lit-tle 
 " Drops ' lived up-on noth- 
 ing but milk. 
 
 They met for the first 
 time one day by the fence 
 be-tween their gar-dens. Lit- 
 tle Drops was sip-ping from 
 her sil-ver cup and lit-tle 
 Crumbs was munch-ing her 
 crack-er. The big sun-flower 
 thought there must be a dog 
 and a kit-ty in the gar-den. 
 
 " I've seen you out here 
 twice," said Crumbs bold-ly, 
 " and both times you was a- 
 drink-ing milk." 
 
 "An" I's seen you two times, 
 
 and bofe times you was a-eat- 
 ing cwack-ers!" said Drops. 
 
 Then the lit-tle girls looked 
 at each oth-er through the 
 fence. Bold lit-tle Crumbs 
 spoke first: " Idon't like milk." 
 
 " I does," said Drops. 
 " My mam-ma says I was 
 brought up on one cow." 
 
 " Was you once a tru-ly 
 lit-tle bos-sy calf ? " asked 
 Crumbs. 
 
 But Drops did not like that 
 ques-tion. "You isn't ber-ry 
 nice to me," she said. 
 
 Then Crumbs was sor-ry. 
 She held out her crack-er. 
 "Here!" she said. And 
 while Drops nib-bled, Crumbs, 
 to show that she was tru-ly 
 sor-ry, took a sip from the cup. 
 
 And this was tru-ly sor-row 
 in-deed, for Crumbs don't like 
 milk to this day. 
 
IN THE DOVE COT. — TWO KIND LIT-TLE GIRLS. 
 
 IN THE DOVE COT. 
 
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 " Coo, coo," 
 said Pur-ple- 
 neck, " it is 
 b r e a k-f ast 
 time." 
 
 " Yes," said 
 G r a y-w ing, 
 " I was think- 
 the cit-y doves. There 
 
 was a snow-storm last night." 
 " Yes," said Pur-ple-neck, 
 "but they will not suf-fer. I 
 am told that many a fine gen- 
 tle-man buys a loaf of bread 
 to crum-ble up for the cit-y 
 doves on a win-ter's day." 
 
 " Hea-ven bless 'em," said 
 Gray-wing. 
 
 TWO KIND LIT-TLE GIRLS. 
 
 Whith-er a-way, 
 
 Lit-tle la-dies so gay? 
 
 "O, o-ver the hill 
 
 To Grand-moth-er Dill !" 
 
 And what have you there 
 
 In your bas-ket square ? 
 
 " O, pud-dings and pies, 
 
 A lit-tle sur-prise !" 
 
 Why such good-will 
 
 To Grand-moth-er Dill ? 
 
 " O, ev-er-y one should 
 
 
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 On Christ-mas do good ! ' 
 Lit-tle maids, good day ! 
 Flow-ers strew your way! 
 
I-DA S DOLL. 
 
 I-DA'S DOLL. 
 
 Once there was a lit-tle 
 i^irl named I-da, who nev-er 
 had had a dol-ly. She nev-er 
 had e-ven seen one, but there 
 was a pic-ture in a lit-tle red 
 sto-ry-book 
 of a girl 
 hold-ing a 
 doll, and 
 I-da used to 
 
 look at this pic-ture ev-er-y day 
 and wish and wish she could 
 
 ha v e one. 
 But her home 
 was a long 
 way from 
 an-y store, and 
 be-side, her 
 fath-er and 
 moth-er had 
 no mon-ey to 
 spend for 
 play-things. 
 
 Poor lit-tle 
 
 I-da felt worse 
 
 and worse 
 
 a-bout it, and 
 
 one night she 
 
 cried af-ter she went to bed, and 
 
 when her moth-er came and 
 
 asked what was the mat-ter she 
 
 said : 
 
 I'm so mizh-a-ble for a 
 dol-ly, mam-ma ! " 
 
 Mam-ma sat up long af-ter 
 her lit-tle girl was a-sleep and 
 
I-DA S DOLL. 
 
 thought a-bout it; and the next 
 morn-ing, when I-da woke, 
 there sat a dol-ly on the bu- 
 reau star-ing at her, a queer, 
 queer thing, but I-da knew 
 it was sure-ly a doll. 
 
 It was a great rag ba-by, 
 made of an old sheet, and 
 dressed in one of I-da's pink 
 cal-i-co a-prons, and it had black 
 
 thread hair, and blue but-ton 
 eyes, a rag nose, and red ink 
 lips — but oh! how de-li-cious 
 it was to hold, and hug, and 
 love ! All the sweet names 
 I-da could think of were giv-en 
 her: " Pret-ty," and "Dar- 
 ling," and " Fair-y," and "Sun- 
 shine." And lit-tle I-da was 
 not "mizh-a-ble" an-y more. 
 
 THK 1-AM-l-LY KOGUL IS CAUGHT AT 1 AST. 
 
HOW DAN-NY SAID HE WAS SOR-RY. 
 
 IIAN-NY's PEACE-Ol-'-FEK-lNG. 
 
 HOW DAN-NY SAID HE WAS SOR-RY. 
 
 Dan-ny was a hand-some lit- 
 tle boy, but not al-ways a 
 good lit-tle boy. Some-times 
 he was so naught-y that you 
 
 could see sparks of fire in 
 his soft black eyes, and he 
 would dou-ble his chub-by lit- 
 tle hands up in-to fists, and 
 
HOW DAN-NY SAID HE WAS SOR-RY. 
 
 stamp his feet, and look ex- 
 actly as though he were go- 
 ing to strike some-bod-y. 
 
 One day when mam-ma 
 was sick with head-ache he 
 had one of these bad times 
 with his tem-per. 
 
 " I don't wish to walk with 
 El-len," he cried, " an' I won't ! 
 I want a play-walk with you, 
 mam-ma ! El-len don't talk 
 with me, an' she won't let 
 me drive her at all ! I want 
 a play-walk with my mam-ma, 
 I say ! Do you hear, mam- 
 ma ? 
 
 Mam-ma heard. She felt 
 as though the naught-y lit-tle 
 boots had come down with 
 a stamp right on her head. 
 She knew ver-y well it was 
 nicer for a lit-tle boy to walk 
 with a mam-ma who would 
 a-muse him and take part in 
 his lit-tle plays, than with a 
 nurse, but she could not go, 
 and when Dan-ny stamped 
 
 and roared, he had to be sent 
 out of the room quick-ly, and 
 with-out e-ven a kiss. 
 
 It was a much-a-shamed 
 lit-tle boy that went stub-bing 
 a-long in the dust right in 
 the mid-die of the road a 
 half-hour aft-er. His lit-tle 
 heart was strug-gling to find 
 some way to say how sor-ry 
 he was. There were no flow- 
 ers to pick for a nose-gay, and 
 it was too late for e-ven a 
 stray black-ber-ry. 
 
 But just be-fore din-ner 
 mam-ma woke, and there was 
 a great cloud of col-or, red 
 and gold, right be-fore her, 
 and shin-ing o-ver it, a pair 
 of silk-en-fringed black eyes, 
 so soft and lov-ing and sor-ry 
 that mam-ma gath-ered her 
 lit-tle boy, and the great arm- 
 ful of au-tumn leaves right 
 in-to her arms, and in one 
 lit-tle min-ute all the naugh- 
 ti-ness was loved a-way. 
 
OUT-LINE PICT-URE TO COL-OR. SLATE PICT-URE. 
 
 CHILD-LIFE ON THE FARM. — " THIS IS FOR YOU, COLT-IE ! " 
 
 SLATE PICT-URE. — A HOME KIND-ER-CART-RN. 
 
MISS ROSE-BUD^ 
 (Engraved from the Onginal Painting by Kate Greenaway, owned by U. Lothrop & Co.) 
 
 Bring the black horse, bring the red sleigh 
 Miss Rose-bud her-self goes rid-ing to-day ! 
 
THE THREE MOD-EL MICE. 
 
 THE THREE MOD-EL MICE. 
 
 Once on a time — the story- 
 book time when an-i-mals wore 
 clothes and could talk --there 
 were three mod-el mice. Their 
 names were Gray Cloak, Fine 
 Ear and Sat-in Slip-per. 
 
 THEY ATE FROM THE SAME Et'.G. 
 
 Sat-in Slip-per had a spoon of 
 her own, Fine Ear had a knife, 
 and Gray Cloak owned a fork. 
 
 One day they thought they 
 would club the knife and the 
 fork and the spoon to-geth-er, 
 and keep house. As they 
 were mod-el mice, they eas-i-ly 
 a-greed where to live. They 
 
 chose Farm-er Jones' cel-lar, 
 be-cause there were bar-rels of 
 ap-ples, bas-kets of eggs, and 
 shelves loaded with good-ies, 
 and an egg, or an ap-ple, or a. 
 stray cake would not be missed. 
 
 " I lived once," said Gray 
 Cloak, " in the cel-lar of ai 
 wom-an who bought by the 
 doz-en or the dime's worth, 
 and she missed the least lit- 
 tle thing at once, so that fi< 
 nal-ly I left in dis-gust." 
 
 Such good times as those 
 three mice had! The cel-lan 
 had a smooth, wa-ter-limed 
 floor, a beau-ti-ful place to play 
 mar-bles, blind-man's-buff and 
 Kit-ty-kit-ty-cor-ner. They al- 
 ways ate from the same egg, 
 and as Farm-er Jones kept his 
 cats at the barn, there was 
 noth-ing to spoil their com- 
 fort for many years. 
 
THE MICE AND THE EGG. 
 
 AN EMPTY LARDER AT HOME. 
 
 BEHOLD THE DILEMMA! 
 
 NECESSITY BEING, AS EVER, THE MOTHER OF INVENTION. 
 
 Specimen illustrations from Wide Awake Pleasure Book. 
 
WHAT PA-PA AND MAM-MA SAW. 
 
 SUE AND BA BY JOE. 
 
 WHAT PA-PA AND MAM-MA SAW. 
 
 One time when pa-pa and 
 mam-ma were gone, Ann staid 
 out at the gate and talked 
 with oth-er cooks, and left 
 Ba-by Joe and Sue, and Flake 
 
 and Fleece all a-lone, anc 
 Ba-by Joe want-ed to " gc 
 bed." So, like a lit-tle worn; 
 an, Sue took off her owi 
 lit-tle clothes and un-dressec 
 
WHAT PA-PA AND MAM-MA SAW. 
 
 Ba-by Broth-er, and then Ba- 
 by Broth-er woulcl-n't have on 
 his night-gown and cried, and 
 Ann did-n't come in to help, 
 though Fleece and Flake 
 barked to her loud, very loud. 
 
 What did pa-pa and mam-ma 
 see when they came ? Four 
 lit-tle white crea-tures, nest-ed 
 in two big chairs; Ba-by Joe 
 and Sue a-sleep in one, Flake 
 and Fleece in an-oth-er. 
 
 FLAKE AND FLEECE. 
 
A FIN-GER SONG. 
 
 LIT-TLE KATE. 
 
 A FIN-GER SONG. 
 
 (To be said on Ba-by's Fin-gers.) 
 
 I. Shall have an ap-ple ; 
 II. Shall have a pear; 
 
 III. Shall have a lit-tle kid, of which he'll take good care ; 
 
 IV. Shall have some can-dy ; 
 V. Shall have a ride ; 
 
 VI. Shall have a lit-tle sword, all buck-led on his side 
 
 VII. Shall have a po-ny ; 
 
 VIII. Shall have a sled; 
 
 IX. Shall have a dream-ing cap, and X. shall go to bed 
 
 KATE FEEDS THE FISH-ES. 
 
 The 
 know 1 
 
 birds in the grove 
 it-tie farm-house Kate. 
 
 The fish-es in the brook know 
 lit-tle farm-house Kate. She 
 is the girl that walks a-bout 
 with her a-pron full of nice 
 crumbs. 
 
 The first morn-ing this win- 
 ter that the brook froze o-ver, 
 Kate went down to the bank; 
 and broke the ice with a stick, 
 and fed the fish-es with bread 
 crumbs. 
 
 

 MEAS-UR-ING TOM-MY. 
 
 
 MEAS-UR-TNG TOM-MY. 
 
 Tom-my goes ev-er-y day to 
 look at a board in the ear-den 
 fence. There are four lit-tle 
 hacks in that board, one a-bove 
 an-oth-er, made with a knife. 
 The first hack shows how tall 
 
 Tom-my was when he was one 
 year old; the sec-ond how tall 
 when he was two ; the third 
 how tall when he was three ; 
 and yes-ter-day Nel-ly made a 
 hack for the fourth birth-day. 
 
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 been scold-ed, they'd have 
 been cross, naught-y dogs. 
 But Floss and Fluff had 
 
 a good 
 
 mas-ter. He was a 
 lit-tle boy on-ly six years 
 old, but he was a first-rate 
 mas-ter. His pa-pa said when 
 he brought Floss and Fluff 
 home : 
 
 " Now, Fred-dy, just as 
 long as these lit-tle fel-lows 
 are hap-py, just so long they 
 are yours ! ' 
 
 Fred-dy knew what that 
 meant. He fed his beau-ti-ful 
 pets at reg-u-lar hours ev-er-y 
 day, and e-ver-y day he combed 
 and brushed them, and ev-er-y 
 day he took them out for a 
 a frol-ic, and they had their 
 baths at the right time, and 
 he nev-er held up a bone and 
 did not give it to them. Be- 
 cause he was so prompt and 
 true and kind, Fred-dy was 
 hap-py, and so were Fluff 
 and Floss. 
 
MA-DAME MOli-CAl". 
 
 MA-DAME MOB-CAP. 
 
 P.Y MA-RY E. BRAD-LEY. 
 
 This is lit-tle Rosa-belle — She must have a king-cup, 
 
 No ! I beg her par-don, And a prince's feath-er, 
 
 This is Ma-dame Mob-cap, With a crown-im-pe-ri-al, 
 
 Walk-ing in her gar-den. Tied up to-geth-er. 
 
 What a fine cap it is ! That wiH suit y our Maj-es-ty, 
 
 What a wide bor-der ! Ma-dame Ro-sa-bel-la ! 
 
 Spec-ta-cles and walk-ing-stick, And here ' s a g old " en sun-flow-er 
 
 A i .1 • j To make you an um-brel-la. 
 
 And ev-er-y-thmg in or-der. J 
 
 ''Pooh !" says lit-tle Ro-sa-belle, 
 
 Hop, toads, clear the way! -m i • 
 
 F \ r luck-ing some car-na-tions ; 
 
 Bees, hush your hum-minor ! ,, , a 
 
 J ^ You may keep your sun-How- 
 
 La-dy-birds and but-ter-flies, 
 
 J ers, 
 
 Grand folks are corn-ins - ! a i n i.i • • i i r 
 
 & And all their rich re-la-tions. 
 
 Nev-er think she'll look at you, " Give me a bunch of vi-o-lets, 
 
 Vi-o-lets and dai-sies ! And one of those white ros-es, 
 
 You're quite too in-sig-nif-i-cant And takeyour crown-im-pe-ri-al 
 
 For such a la-dy's prais-es. To folks that have no nos-es." 
 
TWO BA-BIES. 
 
 UN-DER THE EAVES. 
 
 TWO BA-BIES. 
 
 The ba-by in the house and 
 the ba-by in the barn, are 
 great friends. The barn ba- 
 by is not per-mit-ted to come 
 in-to the house, but the house 
 ba-by vis-its the barn ev-er-y 
 day. 
 
 The house ba-by is a year 
 old, and the barn ba-by is 
 
 just a year old too ; but the 
 house ba-by can on-ly take 
 lit-tle trem-bling steps, hold- 
 ing fast by moth-er's hand, 
 while the barn ba-by, if he 
 can on-ly get out of doors, 
 throws up his heels and runs 
 a-cross the fields, and no-bod-y 
 can catch him. The house 
 
TWO BA-BIES. 
 
 ba-by laughs to see 
 dear-ly likes to pat 
 feel his two 
 And I think |£^ 
 feel the soft "\ 
 
 thehouse 
 then pa-pa 
 stood and 
 
 im go, and 
 
 his red hair, and 
 
 stout 1 it-tie horns. 
 
 the barn ba-by likes to 
 
 hand of 
 
 his lit-tle 
 
 friend 
 
 from the 
 
 house, for 
 
 some-times 
 
 there is salt, and 
 
 some-times there 
 
 is su-gar on the 
 
 lit-tle pink palm, 
 
 and the barn ba- 
 
 bv licks it off 
 
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 with his rough 
 
 tongue. Once the barn ba-by 
 
 tried to say, " Thank you." 
 
 He tried this way : He reached 
 
 his head up and licked the 
 
 house ba-by's rose-pink cheek. The 
 
 house ba-by was scared, and so was the 
 
 house ba-by's moth-er — and she ran in-tc 
 
 with him just as fast as she could; and 
 
 laughed at them both, and the barn ba-by 
 
 looked over the fence for half an hour. 
 
BO-PEEPS STOCK-ING. 
 
 BO-PEEP'S STOCK-ING. 
 
 Bo-peep was Jack Hor-ner's 
 I it-tie sis-ter. When he had 
 his Christ-mas pie she was a 
 wee ba-by. But the next 
 Christ-mas, mam-ma hung up 
 her own lit-tle red-and-white 
 speck-led stock-ing for her. 
 
 Christ-mas morn-ing there 
 was a great time. Bo-peep 
 sat on the bed, and shouted 
 " Goo ! goo ! ' and pulled the 
 things out her-self from the 
 gay lit-tle stuffed stock-ing. 
 
 A lit-tle white rab-bit peeped 
 out at the top. His eyes were 
 made of pink beads. He had 
 a clov-er leaf in his mouth. 
 Then came a chi-na pus-sy, 
 black and yel-low and white. 
 Then a brown mouse and a 
 white one. The brown mouse 
 was choc-o-late. The white 
 one was su-gar : and Bo-peep 
 bit off the choc-o-late tail 
 
 and a su-gar ear at once. 
 
 There was a knit dol-ly, in 
 a bright blue dress and blue 
 shoes. 
 
 And a-way down in the toe 
 of the stock-ing, there was a 
 lit-tle chi-na hen. She sat in 
 her nest. The nest was chi-na 
 too. Bo-peep took her off, and 
 what do you think she had for 
 eggs? Pink-and-white ear-a- 
 way seeds! 
 
 When Bo-peep went to bed 
 that night, the lit-tle red stock- 
 ing was left on the car-pet. In 
 the morn-ing mam-ma heard a 
 rus-tle in the stock-ing, and 
 shook it. Out ran a gray 
 mous-ie, a real, live mous-ie ! 
 
 Two or three of Bo-peep's 
 lit-tle pink-and-white car-a-way 
 eggs had stayed in the toe of 
 the stock-ing. Mous-ie had 
 smelt them in the night, and had 
 
BO-PEEP S STOCK-ING. 
 
 'Killed. S/hecp !' 
 v TlVfC S^eep ts *2.~h>cLbhit-olo b&ek.Lo t/cu? 
 
 CHRIST-MAS MOKN-ING. 
 
 crept in to get his share of Christ- 
 mas. Wasn't that fun-ny ? 
 
 So Bo-peep thinks she had 
 two Christ-mas morn-ino-s. 
 
OUT-LINE PICT-URE TO COL-OR. SLATE PICT-URE. 
 
 CHILD-LIFE ON THE FARM. — " DON'T EAT UP MY CHRIST-MAS WREATH!' 
 
 SLATE PICT-URE. — CHRIST-MAS EVE IN THE WOODS. 
 
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