















  [Illustration: THE PIG BROTHER.
                                 [_Frontispiece._]




  THE PIG BROTHER
  AND
  OTHER FABLES AND STORIES

  A SUPPLEMENTARY READER
  FOR THE
  FOURTH SCHOOL YEAR

  BY
  LAURA E. RICHARDS
  AUTHOR OF "THE GOLDEN WINDOWS," "THE SILVER CROWN,"
  "IN MY NURSERY," "THE JOYOUS STORY
  OF TOTO," ETC., ETC.

  ILLUSTRATED

  BOSTON
  LITTLE, BROWN, AND COMPANY
  1932




_Copyright, 1881, 1885, 1890, by Roberts Brothers._

_Copyright, 1891, 1892, 1893, 1894, 1895, by The Century Co._

_Copyright, 1895, by Estes and Lauriat._

_Copyright, 1903, 1906, 1908, by Little, Brown, and Company_


_All rights reserved_


PRINTED IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA




CONTENTS


                                         PAGE
  THE PIG BROTHER                           1
  THE GOLDEN WINDOWS                        5
  THE COMING OF THE KING                   11
  SWING SONG                               15
  THE GREAT FEAST                          17
  THE OWL AND THE EEL AND THE WARMING-PAN  20
  THE WHEAT FIELD                          21
  ABOUT ANGELS                             24
  THE APRON STRING                         29
  THE SHADOW                               32
  THE SAILOR MAN                           34
  "GO" AND "COME"                          37
  CHILD'S PLAY                             39
  LITTLE JOHN BOTTLEJOHN                   42
  A FORTUNE                                44
  THE STARS                                46
  BUTTERCUP GOLD                           48
  THE PATIENT CAT                          57
  ALICE'S SUPPER                           60
  THE QUACKY DUCK                          62
  AT THE LITTLE BOY'S HOME                 65
  NEW YEAR                                 67
  JACKY FROST                              71
  THE CAKE                                 72
  "OH, DEAR!"                              75
  THE USEFUL COAL                          84
  SONG OF THE LITTLE WINDS                 92
  THE THREE REMARKS                        93
  HOKEY POKEY                             106
  THE TANGLED SKEIN                       119
  A SONG FOR HAL                          122
  FOR YOU AND ME                          125
  THE BURNING HOUSE                       127
  THE NAUGHTY COMET                       129
  DAY DREAMS                              141




THE PIG BROTHER


There was once a child who was untidy. He left his books on the floor,
and his muddy shoes on the table; he put his fingers in the jam-pots,
and spilled ink on his best pinafore; there was really no end to his
untidiness.

One day the Tidy Angel came into his nursery.

"This will never do!" said the Angel. "This is really shocking. You
must go out and stay with your brother while I set things to rights
here."

"I have no brother!" said the child.

"Yes, you have!" said the Angel. "You may not know him, but he will
know you. Go out in the garden and watch for him, and he will soon
come."

"I don't know what you mean!" said the child; but he went out into the
garden and waited.

Presently a squirrel came along, whisking his tail.

"Are you my brother?" asked the child.

The squirrel looked him over carefully.

"Well, I should hope not!" he said. "My fur is neat and smooth, my
nest is handsomely made, and in perfect order, and my young ones are
properly brought up. Why do you insult me by asking such a question?"

He whisked off, and the child waited.

Presently a wren came hopping by.

"Are you my brother?" asked the child.

"No indeed!" said the wren. "What impertinence! You will find no tidier
person than I in the whole garden. Not a feather is out of place, and
my eggs are the wonder of all for smoothness and beauty. Brother,
indeed!" He hopped off, ruffling his feathers, and the child waited.

By and by a large Tommy Cat came along.

"Are you my brother?" asked the child.

"Go and look at yourself in the glass," said the Tommy Cat haughtily,
"and you will have your answer. I have been washing myself in the sun
all the morning, while it is clear that no water has come near you for
a long time. There are no such creatures as you in my family, I am
humbly thankful to say."

He walked on, waving his tail, and the child waited.

Presently a pig came trotting along.

The child did not wish to ask the pig if he were his brother, but the
pig did not wait to be asked.

"Hallo, brother!" he grunted.

"I am not your brother!" said the child.

"Oh, yes, you are!" said the pig. "I confess I am not proud of you, but
there is no mistaking the members of our family. Come along, and have a
good roll in the barnyard! There is some lovely black mud there."

"I don't like to roll in mud!" said the child.

"Tell that to the hens!" said the pig brother. "Look at your hands,
and your shoes, and your pinafore! Come along, I say! You may have
some of the pig-wash for supper, if there is more than I want."

"I don't want pig-wash!" said the child; and he began to cry.

Just then the Tidy Angel came out.

"I have set everything to rights," she said, "and so it must stay.
Now, will you go with the Pig Brother, or will you come back with me,
and be a tidy child?"

"With you, with you!" cried the child; and he clung to the Angel's
dress.

The Pig Brother grunted.

"Small loss!" he said. "There will be all the more wash for me!" and
he trotted on.




THE GOLDEN WINDOWS


All day long the little boy worked hard, in field and barn and shed,
for his people were poor farmers, and could not pay a workman; but at
sunset there came an hour that was all his own, for his father had
given it to him. Then the boy would go up to the top of a hill and
look across at another hill that rose some miles away. On this far
hill stood a house with windows of clear gold and diamonds. They shone
and blazed so that it made the boy wink to look at them: but after a
while the people in the house put up shutters, as it seemed, and then
it looked like any common farmhouse. The boy supposed they did this
because it was supper-time; and then he would go into the house and
have his supper of bread and milk, and so to bed.

One day the boy's father called him and said: "You have been a good
boy, and have earned a holiday. Take this day for your own; but
remember that God gave it, and try to learn some good thing."

The boy thanked his father and kissed his mother; then he put a piece
of bread in his pocket, and started off to find the house with the
golden windows.

It was pleasant walking. His bare feet made marks in the white dust,
and when he looked back, the footprints seemed to be following him,
and making company for him. His shadow, too, kept beside him, and
would dance or run with him as he pleased; so it was very cheerful.

By and by he felt hungry; and he sat down by a brown brook that ran
through the alder hedge by the roadside, and ate his bread, and drank
the clear water. Then he scattered the crumbs for the birds, as his
mother had taught him to do, and went on his way.

After a long time he came to a high green hill; and when he had
climbed the hill, there was the house on the top; but it seemed that
the shutters were up, for he could not see the golden windows. He came
up to the house, and then he could well have wept, for the windows
were of clear glass, like any others, and there was no gold anywhere
about them.

A woman came to the door, and looked kindly at the boy, and asked him
what he wanted.

"I saw the golden windows from our hilltop," he said, "and I came to
see them, but now they are only glass."

The woman shook her head and laughed.

"We are poor farming people," she said, "and are not likely to have
gold about our windows; but glass is better to see through."

She bade the boy sit down on the broad stone step at the door, and
brought him a cup of milk and a cake, and bade him rest; then she
called her daughter, a child of his own age, and nodded kindly at the
two, and went back to her work.

The little girl was barefooted like himself, and wore a brown cotton
gown, but her hair was golden like the windows he had seen, and her
eyes were blue like the sky at noon. She led the boy about the farm,
and showed him her black calf with the white star on its forehead,
and he told her about his own at home, which was red like a chestnut,
with four white feet. Then when they had eaten an apple together, and
so had become friends, the boy asked her about the golden windows.
The little girl nodded, and said she knew all about them, only he had
mistaken the house.

"You have come quite the wrong way!" she said. "Come with me, and I
will show you the house with the golden windows, and then you will see
for yourself."

They went to a knoll that rose behind the farmhouse, and as they went
the little girl told him that the golden windows could only be seen at
a certain hour, about sunset.

"Yes, I know that!" said the boy.

When they reached the top of the knoll, the girl turned and pointed;
and there on a hill far away stood a house with windows of clear gold
and diamond, just as he had seen them. And when they looked again, the
boy saw that it was his own home.

Then he told the little girl that he must go; and he gave her his best
pebble, the white one with the red band, that he had carried for a
year in his pocket; and she gave him three horse-chestnuts, one red
like satin, one spotted, and one white like milk. He kissed her, and
promised to come again, but he did not tell her what he had learned;
and so he went back down the hill, and the little girl stood in the
sunset light and watched him.

The way home was long, and it was dark before the boy reached his
father's house; but the lamplight and firelight shone through the
windows, making them almost as bright as he had seen them from the
hilltop; and when he opened the door, his mother came to kiss him, and
his little sister ran to throw her arms about his neck, and his father
looked up and smiled from his seat by the fire.

"Have you had a good day?" asked his mother.

Yes, the boy had had a very good day.

"And have you learned anything?" asked his father.

"Yes!" said the boy. "I have learned that our house has windows of
gold and diamond."




THE COMING OF THE KING


Some children were at play in their play-ground one day, when a herald
rode through the town, blowing a trumpet, and crying aloud, "The King!
the King passes by this road to-day. Make ready for the King!"

The children stopped their play, and looked at one another.

"Did you hear that?" they said. "The King is coming. He may look over
the wall and see our playground; who knows? We must put it in order."

The playground was sadly dirty, and in the corners were scraps of
paper and broken toys, for these were careless children. But now,
one brought a hoe, and another a rake, and a third ran to fetch the
wheelbarrow from behind the garden gate. They labored hard, till at
length all was clean and tidy.

"Now it is clean!" they said; "but we must make it pretty, too,
for kings are used to fine things; maybe he would not notice mere
cleanness, for he may have it all the time."

Then one brought sweet rushes and strewed them on the ground; and
others made garlands of oak leaves and pine tassels and hung them on
the walls; and the littlest one pulled marigold buds and threw them
all about the playground, "to look like gold," he said.

When all was done the playground was so beautiful that the children
stood and looked at it, and clapped their hands with pleasure.

"Let us keep it always like this!" said the littlest one; and the
others cried, "Yes! yes! that is what we will do."

They waited all day for the coming of the King, but he never came;
only, towards sunset, a man with travel-worn clothes, and a kind,
tired face passed along the road, and stopped to look over the wall.

"What a pleasant place!" said the man. "May I come in and rest, dear
children?"

The children brought him in gladly, and set him on the seat that they
had made out of an old cask. They had covered it with the old red
cloak to make it look like a throne, and it made a very good one.

"It is our playground!" they said. "We made it pretty for the King,
but he did not come, and now we mean to keep it so for ourselves."

"That is good!" said the man.

"Because we think pretty and clean is nicer than ugly and dirty!" said
another.

"That is better!" said the man.

"And for tired people to rest in!" said the littlest one.

"That is best of all!" said the man.

He sat and rested, and looked at the children with such kind eyes
that they came about him, and told him all they knew; about the five
puppies in the barn, and the thrush's nest with four blue eggs,
and the shore where the gold shells grew; and the man nodded and
understood all about it.

By and by he asked for a cup of water, and they brought it to him
in the best cup, with the gold sprigs on it: then he thanked the
children, and rose and went on his way; but before he went he laid his
hand on their heads for a moment, and the touch went warm to their
hearts.

The children stood by the wall and watched the man as he went slowly
along. The sun was setting, and the light fell in long slanting rays
across the road.

"He looks so tired!" said one of the children.

"But he was so kind!" said another.

"See!" said the littlest one. "How the sun shines on his hair! it
looks like a crown of gold."




SWING SONG


    As I swing, as I swing,
    Here beneath my mother's wing,
    Here beneath my mother's arm,
    Never earthly thing can harm.
    Up and down, to and fro,
    With a steady sweep I go,
    Like a swallow on the wing,
    As I swing, as I swing.

    As I swing, as I swing,
    Honey-bee comes murmuring,
    Humming softly in my ear,
    "Come away with me, my dear!
    In the tiger-lily's cup
    Sweetest honey we will sup."
    Go away, you velvet thing!
    I must swing! I must swing!

    As I swing, as I swing,
    Butterfly comes fluttering,
    "Little child, now come away
    'Mid the clover-blooms to play;
    Clover-blooms are red and white,
    Sky is blue and sun is bright.
    Why then thus, with folded wing,
    Sit and swing, sit and swing?"

    As I swing, as I swing,
    Oriole comes hovering.
    "See my nest in yonder tree!
    Little child, come work with me.
    Learn to make a perfect nest,
    That of all things is the best.
    Come! nor longer loitering
    Sit and swing, sit and swing!"

    As I swing, as I swing,
    Though I have not any wing,
    Still I would not change with you,
    Happiest bird that ever flew.
    Butterfly and honey-bee,
    Sure 't is you must envy me,
    Safe beneath my mother's wing
    As I swing, as I swing.




THE GREAT FEAST


Once the Play Angel came into a nursery where four little children sat
on the floor with sad and troubled faces.

"What is the matter, dears?" asked the Play Angel.

"We wanted to have a grand feast!" said the child whose nursery it was.

"Yes, that would be delightful!" said the Play Angel.

"But there is only one cooky!" said the child whose nursery it was.

"And it is a very small cooky!" said the child who was a cousin, and
therefore felt a right to speak.

"Not big enough for myself!" said the child whose nursery it was.

The other two children said nothing, because they were not relations;
but they looked at the cooky with large eyes, and their mouths went
up in the middle and down at the sides.

"Well," said the Play Angel, "suppose we have the feast just the same!
I think we can manage it."

She broke the cooky into four pieces, and gave one piece to the
littlest child.

"See!" she said. "This is a roast chicken, a Brown Bantam. It is just
as brown and crispy as it can be, and there is cranberry sauce on one
side, and on the other a little mountain of mashed potato; it must be
a volcano, it smokes so. Do you see?"

"Yes!" said the littlest one; and his mouth went down in the middle
and up at the corners.

The Play Angel gave a piece to the next child.

"Here," she said, "is a little pie! Outside, as you see, it is brown
and crusty, with a wreath of pastry leaves round the edge and 'For
You' in the middle; but inside it is all chicken and ham and jelly and
hard-boiled eggs. Did ever you see such a pie?"

"Never I did!" said the child.

"Now here," said the Angel to the third child, "is a round cake.
_Look_ at it! the frosting is half an inch thick, with candied
rose-leaves and angelica laid on in true-lovers' knots; and inside
there are chopped-up almonds, and raisins, and great slices of citron.
It is the prettiest cake I ever saw, and the best."

"So it is I did!" said the third child.

Then the Angel gave the last piece to the child whose nursery it was.

"My dear!" she said. "Just look! Here is an ice-cream rabbit. He is
snow-white outside, with eyes of red barley sugar; see his ears, and
his little snubby tail! but inside, I _think_ you will find him pink.
Now, when I clap my hands and count one, two, three, you must eat the
feast all up. One--two--three!"

So the children ate the feast all up.

"There!" said the Angel. "Did ever you see such a grand feast?"

"No, never we did!" said all the four children together.

"And there are some crumbs left over," said the Angel. "Come, and we
will give them to the brother birds!"

"But you didn't have any!" said the child whose nursery it was.

"Oh, yes!" said the Angel. "I had it all!"




THE OWL AND THE EEL AND THE WARMING-PAN


    The owl and the eel and the warming-pan,
    They went to call on the soap-fat man.
    The soap-fat man he was not within:
    He'd gone for a ride on his rolling-pin.
    So they all came back by the way of the town,
    And turned the meeting-house upside down.




THE WHEAT-FIELD


Some children were set to reap in a wheat-field. The wheat was yellow
as gold, the sun shone gloriously, and the butterflies flew hither and
thither. Some of the children worked better, and some worse; but there
was one who ran here and there after the butterflies that fluttered
about his head, and sang as he ran.

By and by evening came, and the Angel of the wheat-field called to the
children and said, "Come now to the gate, and bring your sheaves with
you."

So the children came, bringing their sheaves. Some had great piles,
laid close and even, so that they might carry more; some had theirs
laid large and loose, so that they looked more than they were; but
one, the child that had run to and fro after the butterflies, came
empty-handed.

The Angel said to this child, "Where are your sheaves?"

The child hung his head. "I do not know!" he said. "I had some, but I
have lost them, I know not how."

"None enter here without sheaves," said the Angel.

"I know that," said the child. "But I thought I would like to see the
place where the others were going; besides, they would not let me
leave them."

Then all the other children cried out together. One said, "Dear Angel,
let him in! In the morning I was sick, and this child came and played
with me, and showed me the butterflies, and I forgot my pain. Also, he
gave me one of his sheaves, and I would give it to him again, but I
cannot tell it now from my own."

  [Illustration: THE WHEAT FIELD.
                                 [_Page 22._]

Another said, "Dear Angel, let him in! At noon the sun beat on my head
so fiercely that I fainted and fell down like one dead; and this child
came running by, and when he saw me he brought water to revive me,
and then he showed me the butterflies, and was so glad and merry that
my strength returned; to me also he gave one of his sheaves, and
I would give it to him again, but it is so like my own that I cannot
tell it."

And a third said, "Just now, as evening was coming, I was weary and
sad, and had so few sheaves that it seemed hardly worth my while
to go on working; but this child comforted me, and showed me the
butterflies, and gave me of his sheaves. Look! it may be that this was
his; and yet I cannot tell, it is so like my own."

And all the children said, "We also had sheaves of him, dear Angel;
let him in, we pray you!"

The Angel smiled, and reached his hand inside the gate and brought out
a pile of sheaves; it was not large, but the glory of the sun was on
it, so that it seemed to lighten the whole field.

"Here are his sheaves!" said the Angel. "They are known and counted,
every one." And he said to the child, "Lead the way in!"




ABOUT ANGELS


"Mother," said the child; "are there really angels?"

"The Good Book says so," said the mother.

"Yes," said the child; "I have seen the picture. But did you ever see
one, mother?"

"I think I have," said the mother; "but she was not dressed like the
picture."

"I am going to find one!" said the child. "I am going to run along the
road, miles, and miles, and miles, until I find an angel."

"That will be a good plan!" said the mother. "And I will go with you,
for you are too little to run far alone."

"I am not little any more!" said the child. "I have trousers; I am big."

"So you are!" said the mother. "I forgot. But it is a fine day, and I
should like the walk."

"But you walk so slowly, with your lame foot."

"I can walk faster than you think!" said the mother.

So they started, the child leaping and running, and the mother
stepping out so bravely with her lame foot that the child soon forgot
about it.

The child danced on ahead, and presently he saw a chariot coming
towards him, drawn by prancing white horses. In the chariot sat a
splendid lady in velvet and furs, with white plumes waving above her
dark hair. As she moved in her seat, she flashed with jewels and gold,
but her eyes were brighter than her diamonds.

"Are you an angel?" asked the child, running up beside the chariot.

The lady made no reply, but stared coldly at the child: then she spoke
a word to her coachman, and he flicked his whip, and the chariot
rolled away swiftly in a cloud of dust, and disappeared.

The dust filled the child's eyes and mouth, and made him choke and
sneeze. He gasped for breath, and rubbed his eyes; but presently his
mother came up, and wiped away the dust with her blue gingham apron.

"That was not an angel!" said the child.

"No, indeed!" said the mother. "Nothing like one!"

The child danced on again, leaping and running from side to side of
the road, and the mother followed as best she might.

By and by the child met a most beautiful maiden, clad in a white
dress. Her eyes were like blue stars, and the blushes came and went in
her face like roses looking through snow.

"I am sure you must be an angel!" cried the child.

The maiden blushed more sweetly than before. "You dear little child!"
she cried. "Some one else said that, only last evening. Do I really
look like an angel?"

"You _are_ an angel!" said the child.

The maiden took him up in her arms and kissed him, and held him
tenderly.

"You are the dearest little thing I ever saw!" she said. "Tell me what
makes you think so!" But suddenly her face changed.

"Oh!" she cried. "There he is, coming to meet me! And you have soiled
my white dress with your dusty shoes, and pulled my hair all awry. Run
away, child, and go home to your mother!"

She set the child down, not unkindly, but so hastily that he stumbled
and fell; but she did not see that, for she was hastening forward to
meet her lover, who was coming along the road. (Now if the maiden had
only known, he thought her twice as lovely with the child in her arms;
but she did not know.)

The child lay in the dusty road and sobbed, till his mother came along
and picked him up, and wiped away the tears with her blue gingham apron.

"I don't believe that was an angel, after all," he said.

"No!" said the mother. "But she may be one some day. She is young yet."

"I am tired!" said the child. "Will you carry me home, mother?"

"Why, yes!" said the mother. "That is what I came for."

The child put his arms round his mother's neck, and she held him tight
and trudged along the road, singing the song he liked best.

Suddenly he looked up in her face.

"Mother," he said; "I don't suppose _you_ could be an angel, could you?"

"Oh, what a foolish child!" said the mother. "Who ever heard of an
angel in a blue gingham apron?" and she went on singing, and stepped
out so bravely on her lame foot that no one would ever have known she
was lame.




THE APRON-STRING


Once upon a time a boy played about the house, running by his mother's
side; and as he was very little, his mother tied him to the string of
her apron.

"Now," she said, "when you stumble, you can pull yourself up by the
apron-string, and so you will not fall."

The boy did that, and all went well, and the mother sang at her work.

By and by the boy grew so tall that his head came above the
window-sill; and looking through the window, he saw far away green
trees waving, and a flowing river that flashed in the sun, and rising
above all, blue peaks of mountains.

"Oh, mother," he said; "untie the apron-string and let me go!"

But the mother said, "Not yet, my child! only yesterday you stumbled,
and would have fallen but for the apron-string. Wait yet a little,
till you are stronger."

So the boy waited, and all went as before; and the mother sang at her
work.

But one day the boy found the door of the house standing open, for it
was spring weather; and he stood on the threshold and looked across
the valley, and saw the green trees waving, and the swift-flowing
river with the sun flashing on it, and the blue mountains rising
beyond; and this time he heard the voice of the river calling, and it
said "Come!"

Then the boy started forward, and as he started, the string of the
apron broke.

"Oh! how weak my mother's apron-string is!" cried the boy; and he ran
out into the world, with the broken string hanging beside him.

The mother gathered up the other end of the string and put it in her
bosom, and went about her work again; but she sang no more.

The boy ran on and on, rejoicing in his freedom, and in the fresh
air and the morning sun. He crossed the valley, and began to climb
the foothills among which the river flowed swiftly, among rocks and
cliffs. Now it was easy climbing, and again it was steep and craggy,
but always he looked upward at the blue peaks beyond, and always the
voice of the river was in his ears, saying "Come!"

By and by he came to the brink of a precipice, over which the river
dashed in a cataract, foaming and flashing, and sending up clouds of
silver spray. The spray filled his eyes, so that he did not see his
footing clearly; he grew dizzy, stumbled, and fell. But as he fell,
something about him caught on a point of rock at the precipice-edge,
and held him, so that he hung dangling over the abyss; and when he
put up his hand to see what held him, he found that it was the broken
string of the apron, which still hung by his side.

"Oh! how strong my mother's apron-string is!" said the boy: and
he drew himself up by it, and stood firm on his feet, and went on
climbing toward the blue peaks of the mountains.




THE SHADOW


An Angel heard a child crying one day, and came to see what ailed it.
He found the little one sitting on the ground, with the sun at its
back (for the day was young), looking at its own shadow, which lay on
the ground before it, and weeping bitterly.

"What ails you, little one?" asked the Angel.

"The world is so dark!" said the child. "See, it is all dusky gray,
and there is no beauty in it. Why must I stay in this sad, gray world?"

"Do you not hear the birds singing, and the other children calling at
their play?" asked the Angel.

"Yes," said the child; "I hear them, but I do not know where they are.
I cannot see them, I see only the shadow. Moreover, if they saw it,
they would not sing and call, but would weep as I do."

The Angel lifted the child, and set it on its feet, with its face to
the early sun.

"Look!" said the Angel.

The child brushed away the tears from its eyes and looked. Before them
lay the fields all green and gold, shining with dewdrops, and the
other children were running to and fro, laughing and shouting, and
crowning one another with blossoms.

"Why, there are the children!" said the little one.

"Yes," said the Angel; "there they are."

"And the sun is shining!" cried the child.

"Yes," said the Angel; "it was shining all the time."

"And the shadow is gone!"

"Oh, no!" said the Angel; "the shadow is behind you, where it belongs.
Run, now, and gather flowers for the littlest one, who sits in the
grass there!"




THE SAILOR MAN


Once upon a time two children came to the house of a sailor man, who
lived beside the salt sea; and they found the sailor man sitting in
his doorway knotting ropes.

"How do you do?" asked the sailor man.

"We are very well, thank you," said the children, who had learned
manners, "and we hope you are the same. We heard that you had a boat,
and we thought that perhaps you would take us out in her, and teach us
how to sail, for that is what we wish most to know."

  [Illustration: THE SAILOR MAN.
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"All in good time," said the sailor man. "I am busy now, but by and
by, when my work is done, I may perhaps take one of you if you are
ready to learn. Meantime here are some ropes that need knotting; you
might be doing that, since it has to be done." And he showed them
how the knots should be tied, and went away and left them.

When he was gone the first child ran to the window and looked out.

"There is the sea," he said. "The waves come up on the beach, almost
to the door of the house. They run up all white, like prancing horses,
and then they go dragging back. Come and look!"

"I cannot," said the second child. "I am tying a knot."

"Oh!" cried the first child, "I see the boat. She is dancing like a
lady at a ball; I never saw such a beauty. Come and look!"

"I cannot," said the second child. "I am tying a knot."

"I shall have a delightful sail in that boat," said the first child.
"I expect that the sailor man will take me, because I am the eldest
and I know more about it. There was no need of my watching when he
showed you the knots, because I knew how already."

Just then the sailor man came in.

"Well," he said, "my work is over. What have you been doing in the
meantime?"

"I have been looking at the boat," said the first child. "What a beauty
she is! I shall have the best time in her that ever I had in my life."

"I have been tying knots," said the second child.

"Come, then," said the sailor man, and he held out his hand to the
second child. "I will take you out in the boat, and teach you to sail
her."

"But I am the eldest," cried the first child, "and I know a great deal
more than she does."

"That may be," said the sailor man; "but a person must learn to tie a
knot before he can learn to sail a boat."

"But I have learned to tie a knot," cried the child. "I know all about
it!"

"How can I tell that?" asked the sailor man.




"GO" AND "COME"


"Little boy," said the nurse one day, "you would be far better at work.
Your garden needs weeding sadly; go now and weed it, like a good child!"

But the little boy did not feel like weeding that day.

"I can't do it," he said.

"Oh! yes, you can," said the nurse.

"Well, I don't want to," said the little boy.

"But you must!" said the nurse. "Don't be naughty, but go at once and
do your work as I bid you!"

She went away about her own work, for she was very industrious; but
the little boy sat still, and thought himself ill-used.

By and by his mother came into the room and saw him.

"What is the matter, little boy?" she asked; for he looked like a
three-days' rain.

"Nurse told me to weed my garden," said the little boy.

"Oh," said his mother, "what fun that will be! I love to weed, and it
is such a fine day! Mayn't I come and help?"

"Why, yes," said the little boy. "You may." And they weeded the garden
beautifully, and had a glorious time.




CHILD'S PLAY


Once a child was sitting on a great log that lay by the roadside,
playing; and another child came along, and stopped to speak to him.

"What are you doing?" asked the second child.

"I am sailing to the Southern Seas," replied the first, "to get a
cargo of monkeys, and elephant tusks, and crystal balls as large as
oranges. Come up here, and you may sail with me if you like."

So the second child climbed upon the log.

"Look!" said the first child. "See how the foam bubbles up before the
ship, and trails and floats away behind! Look! the water is so clear
that we can see the fishes swimming about, blue and red and green.
There goes a parrot-fish; my father told me about them. I should not
wonder if we saw a whale in about a minute."

"What are you talking about?" asked the second child, peevishly.
"There is no water here, only grass; and anyhow this is nothing but a
log. You cannot get to islands in this way."

"But we _have_ got to them," cried the first child. "We are at them
now. I see the palm-trees waving, and the white sand glittering. Look!
there are the natives gathering to welcome us on the beach. They have
feather cloaks, and necklaces, and anklets of copper as red as gold.
Oh! and there is an elephant coming straight toward us."

"I should think you would be ashamed," said the second child. "That is
Widow Slocum."

"It's all the same," said the first child.

Presently the second child got down from the log.

"I am going to play stick-knife," he said. "I don't see any sense in
this. I think you are pretty dull to play things that aren't really
there." And he walked slowly away.

The first child looked after him a moment.

"I think _you_ are pretty dull," he said to himself, "to see nothing
but what is under your nose."

But he was too well-mannered to say this aloud; and having taken in
his cargo, he sailed for another port.




LITTLE JOHN BOTTLEJOHN


    Little John Bottlejohn lived on the hill,
      And a blithe little man was he.
    And he won the heart of a pretty mermaid
      Who lived in the deep blue sea.
    And every evening she used to sit
      And sing on the rocks by the sea,
    "Oh! little John Bottlejohn, pretty John Bottlejohn,
      Won't you come out to me?"

    Little John Bottlejohn heard her song,
      And he opened his little door.
    And he hopped and he skipped, and he skipped and he hopped,
      Until he came down to the shore.
    And there on the rocks sat the little mermaid,
      And still she was singing so free,
    "Oh! little John Bottlejohn, pretty John Bottlejohn,
      Won't you come out to me?"

    Little John Bottlejohn made a bow,
      And the mermaid, she made one too,
    And she said, "Oh! I never saw any one half
      So perfectly sweet as you!
    In my lovely home 'neath the ocean foam,
      How happy we both might be!
    Oh! little John Bottlejohn, pretty John Bottlejohn,
      Won't you come down with me?"

    Little John Bottlejohn said, "Oh yes!
      I'll willingly go with you.
    And I never shall quail at the sight of your tail,
      For perhaps I may grow one too."
    So he took her hand, and he left the land,
      And plunged in the foaming main.
    And little John Bottlejohn, pretty John Bottlejohn,
      Never was seen again.




A FORTUNE


One day a man was walking along the street, and he was sad at heart.
Business was dull; he had set his desire upon a horse that cost a
thousand dollars, and he had only eight hundred to buy it with. There
were other things, to be sure, that might be bought with eight hundred
dollars, but he did not want those; so he was sorrowful, and thought
the world a bad place.

As he walked, he saw a child running toward him; it was a strange
child, but when he looked at it, its face lightened like sunshine, and
broke into smiles. The child held out its closed hand.

"Guess what I have!" it cried gleefully.

"Something fine, I am sure!" said the man.

The child nodded and drew nearer; then opened its hand.

"Look!" it said; and the street rang with its happy laughter. The man
looked, and in the child's hand lay a penny.

"Hurrah!" said the child.

"Hurrah!" said the man.

Then they parted, and the child went and bought a stick of candy, and
saw all the world red and white in stripes.

The man went and put his eight hundred dollars in the savings-bank,
all but fifty cents, and with the fifty cents he bought a hobby-horse
for his own little boy, and the little boy saw all the world brown,
with white spots.

"Is this the horse you wanted so to buy, father?" asked the little boy.

"It is the horse I have bought!" said the man.

"Hurrah!" said the little boy.

"Hurrah!" said the man. And he saw that the world was a good place
after all.




THE STARS


A little dear child lay in its crib and sobbed, because it was afraid
of the dark. And its father, in the room below, heard the sobs, and
came up, and said,

"What ails you, my dearie, and why do you cry?"

And the child said, "Oh, father, I am afraid of the dark. Nurse says I
am too big to have a taper; but all the corners are full of dreadful
blackness, and I think there are Things in them with eyes, that would
look at me if I looked at them; and if they looked at me I should die.
Oh, father, why is it dark? why is there such a terrible thing as
darkness? why cannot it be always day?"

The father took the child in his arms and carried it downstairs and
out into the summer night.

"Look up, dearie!" he said, in his strong, kind voice. "Look up, and
see God's little lights!"

The little one looked up, and saw the stars, spangling the blue veil
of the sky; bright as candles they burned, and yellow as gold.

"Oh, father," cried the child; "what are those lovely things?"

"Those are stars," said the father. "Those are God's little lights."

"But why have I never seen them before?"

"Because you are a very little child, and have never been out in the
night before."

"Can I see the stars only at night, father?"

"Only at night, my child!"

"Do they only come then, father?"

"No; they are always there, but we cannot see them when the sun is
shining."

"But, father, the darkness is not terrible here, it is beautiful!"

"Yes, dearie; the darkness is always beautiful, if we will only look
up at the stars, instead of into the corners."




BUTTERCUP GOLD


Oh! the cupperty-buts! and oh! the cupperty-buts! out in the meadow,
shining under the trees, and sparkling over the lawn, millions and
millions of them, each one a bit of purest gold from Mother Nature's
mint. Jessy stood at the window, looking out at them, and thinking, as
she often had thought before, that there were no flowers so beautiful.
"Cupperty-buts," she had been used to call them, when she was a wee
baby-girl and could not speak without tumbling over her words and
mixing them up in the queerest fashion; and now that she was a very
great girl, actually six years old, they were still cupperty-buts to
her, and would never be anything else, she said. There was nothing
she liked better than to watch the lovely golden things, and nod to
them as they nodded to her; but this morning her little face looked
anxious and troubled, and she gazed at the flowers with an intent and
inquiring look, as if she had expected them to reply to her unspoken
thoughts. What these thoughts were I am going to tell you.

Half an hour before, she had called to her mother, who was just going
out, and begged her to come and look at the cupperty-buts.

"They are brighter than ever, Mamma! Do just come and look at them!
golden, golden, golden! There must be fifteen thousand million
dollars' worth of gold just on the lawn, I should think."

And her mother, pausing to look out, said, very sadly,--

"Ah, my darling! if I only had this day a little of that gold, what a
happy woman I should be!"

And then the good mother went out, and there little Jessy stood,
gazing at the flowers, and repeating the words to herself, over and
over again,--

"If I only had a little of that gold!"

She knew that her mother was very, very poor, and had to go out to
work every day to earn food and clothes for herself and her little
daughter; and the child's tender heart ached to think of the sadness
in the dear mother's look and tone. Suddenly Jessy started, and the
sunshine flashed into her face.

"Why!" she exclaimed, "why shouldn't I get some of the gold from
the cupperty-buts? I believe I could get some, perfectly well. When
Mamma wants to get the juice out of anything, meat, or fruit, or
anything of that sort, she just boils it. And so, if I should boil the
cupperty-buts, wouldn't all the gold come out? Of course it would! Oh,
joy! how pleased Mamma will be!"

Jessy's actions always followed her thoughts with great rapidity. In
five minutes she was out on the lawn, with a huge basket beside her,
pulling away at the buttercups with might and main. Oh! how small they
were, and how long it took even to cover the bottom of the basket. But
Jessy worked with a will, and at the end of an hour she had picked
enough to make at least a thousand dollars, as she calculated. That
would do for one day, she thought; and now for the grand experiment!
Before going out she had with much labor filled the great kettle with
water, so now the water was boiling, and she had only to put the
buttercups in and put the cover on. When this was done, she sat as
patiently as she could, trying to pay attention to her knitting, and
not to look at the clock oftener than every two minutes.

"They must boil for an hour," she said; "and by that time all the gold
will have come out."

Well, the hour did pass, somehow or other, though it was a very long
one; and at eleven o'clock, Jessy, with a mighty effort, lifted the
kettle from the stove and carried it to the open door, that the fresh
air might cool the boiling water. At first, when she lifted the cover,
such a cloud of steam came out that she could see nothing; but in a
moment the wind blew the steam aside, and then she saw,--oh, poor
little Jessy!--she saw a mass of weeds floating about in a quantity
of dirty, greenish water, and that was all. Not the smallest trace of
gold, even in the buttercups themselves, was to be seen. Poor little
Jessy! she tried hard not to cry, but it was a bitter disappointment;
the tears came rolling down her cheeks faster and faster, till at
length she sat down by the kettle, and, burying her face in her apron,
sobbed as if her heart would break.

Presently, through her sobs, she heard a kind voice saying, "What
is the matter, little one? Why do you cry so bitterly?" She looked
up and saw an old gentleman with white hair and a bright, cheery
face, standing by her. At first, Jessy could say nothing but "Oh!
the cupperty-buts! oh! the cupperty-buts!" but, of course, the old
gentleman didn't know what she meant by that, so, as he urged her
to tell him about her trouble, she dried her eyes, and told him the
melancholy little story: how her mother was very poor, and said she
wished she had some gold; and how she herself had tried to get the gold
out of the buttercups by boiling them. "I was so sure I could get it
out," she said, "and I thought Mamma would be so pleased! And now--"

Here she was very near breaking down again; but the gentleman patted
her head and said, cheerfully, "Wait a bit, little woman! Don't give
up the ship yet. You know that gold is heavy, very heavy indeed, and
if there were any it would be at the very bottom of the kettle, all
covered with the weeds, so that you could not see it. I should not be
at all surprised if you found some, after all. Run into the house and
bring me a spoon with a long handle, and we will fish in the kettle,
and see what we can find."

Jessy's face brightened, and she ran into the house. If any one had
been standing near just at that moment, I think it is possible that
he might have seen the old gentleman's hand go into his pocket and
out again very quickly, and might have heard a little splash in the
kettle; but nobody was near, so, of course, I cannot say anything
about it. At any rate, when Jessy came out with the spoon, he was
standing with both hands in his pockets, looking in the opposite
direction. He took the great iron spoon and fished about in the kettle
for some time. At last there was a little clinking noise, and the old
gentleman lifted the spoon. Oh, wonder and delight! In it lay three
great, broad, shining pieces of gold! Jessy could hardly believe her
eyes. She stared and stared; and when the old gentleman put the gold
into her hand, she still stood as if in a happy dream, gazing at it.
Suddenly she started, and remembered that she had not thanked her
kindly helper. She looked up, and began, "Thank you, sir;" but the old
gentleman was gone.

Well, the next question was, How could Jessy possibly wait till twelve
o'clock for her mother to come home? Knitting was out of the question.
She could do nothing but dance and look out of window, and look out
of window and dance, holding the precious coins tight in her hand. At
last, a well-known footstep was heard outside the door, and Mrs. Gray
came in, looking very tired and worn. She smiled, however, when she
saw Jessy, and said,--

"Well, my darling, I am glad to see you looking so bright. How has
the morning gone with my little housekeeper?"

"Oh, mother!" cried Jessy, hopping about on one foot, "it has gone
very well! oh, very, _very, very_ well! Oh, my mother dear, what do
you think I have got in my hand? _What_ do you think? oh, what _do_
you think?" and she went dancing round and round, till poor Mrs. Gray
was quite dizzy with watching her. At last she stopped, and holding
out her hand, opened it and showed her mother what was in it. Mrs.
Gray was really frightened.

"Jessy, my child!" she cried, "where did you get all that money?"

"Out of the cupperty-buts, Mamma!" said Jessy, "out of the
cupperty-buts! and it's all for you, every bit of it! Dear Mamma, now
you will be happy, will you not?"

"Jessy," said Mrs. Gray, "have you lost your senses, or are you
playing some trick on me? Tell me all about this at once, dear child,
and don't talk nonsense."

"But it isn't nonsense, Mamma!" cried Jessy, "and it did come out of
the cupperty-buts!"

And then she told her mother the whole story. The tears came into Mrs.
Gray's eyes, but they were tears of joy and gratitude.

"Jessy dear," she said, "when we say our prayers at night, let us
never forget to pray for that good gentleman. May Heaven bless him and
reward him! for if it had not been for him, Jessy dear, I fear you
would never have found the 'Buttercup Gold.'"




THE PATIENT CAT


When the spotted cat first found the nest, there was nothing in it,
for it was only just finished. So she said, "I will wait!" for she was
a patient cat, and the summer was before her. She waited a week, and
then she climbed up again to the top of the tree, and peeped into the
nest. There lay two lovely blue eggs, smooth and shining.

The spotted cat said, "Eggs may be good, but young birds are better. I
will wait." So she waited; and while she was waiting, she caught mice
and rats, and washed herself and slept, and did all that a spotted cat
should do to pass the time away.

When another week had passed, she climbed the tree again and peeped
into the nest. This time there were five eggs. But the spotted cat
said again, "Eggs may be good, but young birds are better. I will wait
a little longer!"

So she waited a little longer and then went up again to look. Ah!
there were five tiny birds, with big eyes and long necks, and yellow
beaks wide open. Then the spotted cat sat down on the branch, and
licked her nose and purred, for she was very happy. "It is worth while
to be patient!" she said.

But when she looked again at the young birds, to see which one she
should take first, she saw that they were very thin,--oh, very, very
thin they were! The spotted cat had never seen anything so thin in her
life.

"Now," she said to herself, "if I were to wait only a few days longer,
they would grow fat. Thin birds may be good, but fat birds are much
better. I will wait!"

So she waited; and she watched the father-bird bringing worms all day
long to the nest, and said, "Aha! they must be fattening fast! they
will soon be as fat as I wish them to be. Aha! what a good thing it
is to be patient."

At last, one day she thought, "Surely, now they must be fat enough! I
will not wait another day. Aha! how good they will be!"

So she climbed up the tree, licking her chops all the way and thinking
of the fat young birds. And when she reached the top and looked into
the nest, it was empty!!

Then the spotted cat sat down on the branch and spoke thus, "Well,
of all the horrid, mean, ungrateful creatures I ever saw, those
birds are the horridest, and the meanest, and the most ungrateful!
Mi-a-u-ow!!!!"




ALICE'S SUPPER


    Far down in the meadow the wheat grows green,
    And the reapers are whetting their sickles so keen;
    And this is the song that I hear them sing,
    While cheery and loud their voices ring:
    "'Tis the finest wheat that ever did grow!
    And it is for Alice's supper, ho! ho!"

    Far down in the valley the old mill stands,
    And the miller is rubbing his dusty white hands;
    And these are the words of the miller's lay,
    As he watches the millstones a-grinding away:
    "'Tis the finest flour that money can buy,
    And it is for Alice's supper, hi! hi!"

    Downstairs in the kitchen the fire doth glow,
    And Maggie is kneading the soft white dough,
    And this is the song that she's singing to-day,
    While merry and busy she's working away:
    "'Tis the finest dough, by near or by far,
    And it is for Alice's supper, ha! ha!"

    And now to the nursery comes Nannie at last,
    And what in her hand is she bringing so fast?
    'Tis a plate full of something all yellow and white,
    And she sings as she comes with her smile so bright:
    "'Tis the best bread-and-butter I ever did see!
    And it is for Alice's supper, he! he!"




THE QUACKY DUCK


The Quacky Duck stood on the bank of the stream. And the frogs came
and sat on stones and insulted him. Now the words which the frogs used
were these,--

   "Ya! ha! he hasn't any hind-legs!
    Ya! ha! he hasn't any fore-legs!
    Oh! what horrid luck
    To be a Quacky Duck!"

These were not pleasant words. And when the Quacky Duck heard them, he
considered within himself whether it would not be best for him to eat
the frogs.

"Two good things would come of it," he said. "I should have a savoury
meal, and their remarks would no longer be audible."

So he fell upon the frogs, and they fled before him. And one jumped
into the water, and one jumped on the land, and another jumped into the
reeds; for such is their manner. But one of them, being in fear, saw
not clearly the way he should go, and jumped even upon the back of the
Quacky Duck. Now, this displeased the Quacky Duck, and he said, "If you
will remove yourself from my person, we will speak further of this."

So the frog, being also willing, strove to remove himself, and the
result was that they two, being on the edge of the bank, fell into the
water. Then the frog departed swiftly, saying, "Solitude is best for
meditation."

But the Quacky Duck, having hit his head against a stone, sank to the
bottom of the pond, where he found himself in the frogs' kitchen. And
there he spied a fish, which the frogs had caught for their dinner,
intending to share it in a brotherly manner, for it was a savoury
fish. When the Quacky Duck saw it, he was glad; and he said, "Fish is
better than frog" (for he was an English duck)! And, taking the fish,
he swam with speed to the shore.

Now the frogs lamented when they saw him go, for they said, "He has
our savoury fish!" And they wept, and reviled the Quacky Duck.

But he said, "Be comforted! for if I had not found the fish, I should
assuredly have eaten you. Therefore, say now, which is the better for
you?" And he ate the fish, and departed joyful.




AT THE LITTLE BOY'S HOME


It was a very hot day, and the little boy was lying on his stomach
under the big linden tree, reading the "Scottish Chiefs."

"Little Boy," said his mother, "will you please go out in the garden
and bring me a head of lettuce?"

"Oh, I--can't!" said the little boy. "I'm--too--_hot_!"

The little boy's father happened to be close by, weeding the geranium
bed; and when he heard this, he lifted the little boy gently by his
waistband, and dipped him in the great tub of water that stood ready
for watering the plants.

"There, my son!" said the father. "Now you are cool enough to go and
get the lettuce; but remember next time that it will be easier to go
at once when you are told, as then you will not have to change your
clothes."

The little boy went drip, drip, dripping out into the garden and
brought the lettuce; then he went drip, drip, dripping into the house
and changed his clothes; but he said never a word, for he knew there
was nothing to say.

That is the way they do things where the little boy lives. Would you
like to live there? Perhaps not; yet he is a happy little boy, and he
is learning the truth of the old saying,--

   "Come when you're called, do as you're bid,
    Shut the door after you, and you'll never be chid."




NEW YEAR


The little sweet Child tied on her hood, and put on her warm cloak and
mittens. "I am going to the wood," she said, "to tell the creatures
all about it. They cannot understand about Christmas, mamma says, and
of course she knows, but I do think they ought to know about New Year!"

Out in the wood the snow lay light and powdery on the branches, but
under foot it made a firm, smooth floor, over which the Child could
walk lightly without sinking in. She saw other footprints beside
her own, tiny bird-tracks, little hopping marks, which showed where
a rabbit had taken his way, traces of mice and squirrels and other
little wild-wood beasts.

The child stood under a great hemlock-tree, and looked up toward the
clear blue sky, which shone far away beyond the dark tree-tops. She
spread her hands abroad and called, "Happy New Year! Happy New Year to
everybody in the wood, and all over the world!"

A rustling was heard in the hemlock branches, and a striped squirrel
peeped down at her. "What do you mean by that, little Child?" he
asked. And then from all around came other squirrels, came little
field-mice, and hares swiftly leaping, and all the winter birds,
titmouse and snow-bird, and many another; and they all wanted to know
what the Child meant by her greeting, for they had never heard the
words before.

"It means that God is giving us another year!" said the Child. "Four
more seasons, each lovelier than the last, just as it was last year.
Flowers will bud, and then they will blossom, and then the fruit will
hang all red and golden on the branches, for birds and men and little
children to eat." "And squirrels, too!" cried the chipmunk, eagerly.

"Of course!" said the Child. "Squirrels, too, and every creature that
lives in the good green wood. And this is not all! We can do over
again the things that we tried to do last year, and perhaps failed in
doing. We have another chance to be good and kind, to do little loving
things that help, and to cure ourselves of doing naughty things. Our
hearts can have lovely new seasons, like the flowers and trees and
all the sweet things that grow and bear leaves and fruit. I thought I
would come and tell you all this, because sometimes one does not think
of things till one hears them from another's lips. Are you glad I
came? If you are glad, say Happy New Year! each in his own way! I say
it to you all now in my way. Happy New Year! Happy New Year!"

Such a noise as broke out then had never been heard in the wood since
the oldest hemlock was a baby, and that was a long time ago. Chirping,
twittering, squeaking, chattering! The wood-doves lit on the Child's
shoulder and cooed in her ear, and she knew just what they said. The
squirrels made a long speech, and meant every word of it, which is
more than people always do; the field-mouse said that she was going to
turn over a new leaf, the very biggest cabbage-leaf she could find;
while the titmouse invited the whole company to dine with him, a thing
he had never done in his life before.

When the Child turned to leave the wood, the joyful chorus followed
her, and she went, smiling, home and told her mother all about it.
"And, mother," she said, "I should not be surprised if they had got a
little bit of Christmas, after all, along with their New Year!"




JACKY FROST


    Jacky Frost, Jacky Frost,
      Came in the night;
    Left the meadows that he crossed
      All gleaming white.
    Painted with his silver brush
      Every window-pane;
    Kissed the leaves and made them blush,
      Blush and blush again.

    Jacky Frost, Jacky Frost,
      Crept around the house,
    Sly as a silver fox,
      Still as a mouse.
    Out little Jenny came,
      Blushing like a rose;
    Up jumped Jacky Frost,
      And pinched her little nose.




THE CAKE


Once a Cake would go seek his fortune in the world, and he took his
leave of the Pan he was baked in.

"I know my destiny," said the Cake. "I must be eaten, since to that
end I was made; but I am a good cake, if I say it who should not, and
I would fain choose the persons I am to benefit."

"I don't see what difference it makes to you!" said the Pan.

"But imagination is hardly your strong point!" said the Cake.

"Huh!" said the Pan.

The Cake went on his way, and soon he passed by a cottage door where
sat a woman spinning, and her ten children playing about her.

"Oh!" said the woman, "what a beautiful cake!" and she put out her
hand to take him.

"Be so good as to wait a moment!" said the Cake. "Will you kindly tell
me what you would do with me if I should yield myself up to you?"

"I shall break you into ten pieces," said the woman, "and give one to
each of my ten children. So you will give ten pleasures, and that is a
good thing."

"Oh, that would be very nice, I am sure," said the Cake; "but if you
will excuse me for mentioning it, your children seem rather dirty,
especially their hands, and I confess I should like to keep my
frosting unsullied, so I think I will go a little further."

"As you will!" said the woman. "After all, the brown loaf is better
for the children."

So the Cake went further, and met a fair child, richly dressed, with
coral lips and eyes like sunlit water. When the child saw the Cake, he
said like the woman, "Oh, what a beautiful Cake!" and put out his hand
to take it.

"I am sure I should be most happy!" said the Cake. "And you will not
take it amiss, I am confident, if I ask with whom you will share me."

"I shall not share you with any one!" said the child. "I shall eat you
myself, every crumb. What do you take me for?"

"Good gracious!" cried the Cake. "This will never do. Consider my
size,--and yours! You would be very ill!"

"I don't care!" said the child. "I'd rather be ill than give any
away." And he fixed greedy eyes on the Cake, and stretched forth his
hand again.

"This is really terrible!" cried the Cake. "What is one's frosting to
this? I will go back to the woman with the ten children."

He turned and ran back, leaving the child screaming with rage and
disappointed greed. But as he ran, a hungry Puppy met him, and swallowed
him at a gulp, and went on licking his chops and wagging his tail.

"Huh!" said the Pan.




"OH, DEAR!"


Chimborazo was a very unhappy boy. He pouted, and he sulked, and
he said, "Oh, dear! oh, dear! oh, dear! oh, dear!" He said it till
everybody was tired of hearing it.

"Chimborazo," his mother would say, "please don't say, 'Oh, dear!' any
more. It is very annoying. Say something else."

"Oh, dear!" the boy would answer, "I can't! I don't know anything else
to say. Oh, dear! Oh, _dear_!! oh, DEAR!!!"

One day his mother could not bear it any longer, and she sent for his
fairy godmother, and told her all about it.

"Humph!" said the fairy godmother. "I will see to it. Send the boy to
me!"

So Chimborazo was sent for, and came, hanging his head as usual. When
he saw his fairy godmother, he said, "Oh, dear!" for he was rather
afraid of her.

"'Oh, dear!' it is!" said the godmother sharply; and she put on her
spectacles and looked at him. "Do you know what a bell-punch is?"

"Oh, dear!" said Chimborazo. "No, ma'am, I don't!"

"Well," said the godmother, "I am going to give you one."

"Oh, dear!" said Chimborazo, "I don't want one."

"Probably not," replied she, "but that doesn't make much difference.
You have it now, in your jacket pocket."

Chimborazo felt in his pocket, and took out a queer-looking instrument
of shining metal. "Oh, dear!" he said.

"'Oh, dear!' it is!" said the fairy godmother. "Now," she continued,
"listen to me, Chimborazo! I am going to put you on an allowance
of 'Oh, dears.' This is a self-acting bell-punch, and it will ring
whenever you say 'Oh, dear!' How many times do you generally say it in
the course of the day?"

"Oh, dear!" said Chimborazo, "I don't know. Oh, _dear_!"

"_Ting! ting!_" the bell-punch rang twice sharply; and looking at it
in dismay, he saw two little round holes punched in a long slip of
pasteboard which was fastened to the instrument.

"Exactly!" said the fairy. "That is the way it works, and a very
pretty way, too. Now, my boy, I am going to make you a very liberal
allowance. You may say 'Oh, dear!' forty-five times a day. There's
liberality for you!"

"Oh, dear!" cried Chimborazo, "I----"

"_Ting!_" said the bell-punch.

"You see!" observed the fairy. "Nothing could be prettier. You have
now had three of this day's allowance. It is still some hours before
noon, so I advise you to be careful. If you exceed the allowance----"
Here she paused, and glowered through her spectacles in a very
dreadful manner.

"Oh, dear!" cried Chimborazo. "What will happen then?"

"You will see!" said the fairy godmother, with a nod. "_Something_
will happen, you may be very sure of that. Good-by. Remember, only
forty-five!" And away she flew out of the window.

"Oh, dear!" cried Chimborazo, bursting into tears. "I don't want it! I
won't have it! Oh, _dear_! oh, dear! oh, dear! oh, dear! oh, DEAR!!!"

"Ting! ting! ting-ting-ting-_ting_!" said the bell-punch; and now
there were ten round holes in the strip of pasteboard. Chimborazo
was now really frightened. He was silent for some time; and when
his mother called him to his lessons he tried very hard not to say
the dangerous words. But the habit was so strong that he said them
unconsciously. By dinnertime there were twenty-five holes in the
cardboard strip; by tea-time there were forty! Poor Chimborazo! he was
afraid to open his lips, for whenever he did the words would slip out
in spite of him.

"Well, Chimbo," said his father after tea, "I hear you have had a
visit from your fairy godmother. What did she say to you, eh?"

"Oh, dear!" said Chimborazo, "she said--oh, dear! I've said it again!"

"She said, 'Oh, dear! I've said it again!'" repeated his father. "What
do you mean by that?"

"Oh, dear! I didn't mean that," cried Chimborazo hastily; and again
the inexorable bell rang, and he knew that another hole was punched
in the fatal cardboard. He pressed his lips firmly together, and did
not open them again except to say "Good-night," until he was safe
in his own room. Then he hastily drew the hated bell-punch from his
pocket, and counted the holes in the strip of cardboard; there were
forty-three! "Oh, _dear_!" cried the boy, forgetting himself again in
his alarm, "only two more! Oh, _dear_! oh, DEAR! I've done it again!
oh----" "Ting! ting!" went the bell-punch; and the cardboard was
punched to the end. "Oh, dear!" cried Chimborazo, now beside himself
with terror. "Oh, dear! oh, dear! oh, dear! oh, _dear_!! what will
become of me?"

A strange whirring noise was heard, then a loud clang; and the next
moment the bell-punch, as if it were alive, flew out of his hand, out
of the window, and was gone!

Chimborazo stood breathless with terror for a few minutes, momentarily
expecting that the roof would fall in on his head, or the floor blow
up under his feet, or some appalling catastrophe of some kind follow;
but nothing followed. Everything was quiet, and there seemed to be
nothing to do but go to bed; and so to bed he went, and slept, only to
dream that he was shot through the head with a bell-punch, and died
saying, "Oh, dear!"

The next morning, when Chimborazo came downstairs, his father said,
"My boy, I am going to drive over to your grandfather's farm this
morning; would you like to go with me?"

A drive to the farm was one of the greatest pleasures Chimborazo had,
so he answered promptly, "Oh, _dear_!"

"Oh, very well!" said his father, looking much surprised. "You need
not go, my son, if you do not want to. I will take Robert instead."

Poor Chimborazo! He had opened his lips to say, "Thank you, papa. I
should like to go _very_ much!" and, instead of these words, out had
popped, in his most doleful tone, the now hated "Oh, dear!" He sat
amazed; but was roused by his mother's calling him to breakfast.

"Come, Chimbo," she said. "Here are sausages and scrambled eggs: and
you are very fond of both of them. Which will you have?"

Chimborazo hastened to say, "Sausages, please, mamma,"--that is, he
hastened to _try_ to say it; but all his mother heard was, "Oh, _dear_!"

His father looked much displeased. "Give the boy some bread and water,
wife," he said sternly. "If he cannot answer properly, he must be
taught. I have had enough of this 'oh, dear!' business."

Poor Chimborazo! He saw plainly enough now what his punishment was
to be; and the thought of it made him tremble. He tried to ask for
some more bread, but only brought out his "Oh, _dear_!" in such a
lamentable tone that his father ordered him to leave the room. He went
out into the garden, and there he met John the gardener, carrying a
basket of rosy apples. Oh! how good they looked!

"I am bringing some of the finest apples up to the house, little
master," said John. "Will you have one to put in your pocket?"

"Oh, _dear_!" was all the poor boy could say, though he wanted an
apple, oh, so much! And when John heard that he put the apple back in
his basket, muttering something about ungrateful monkeys.

Poor Chimborazo! I will not give the whole history of that miserable
day,--a miserable day it was from beginning to end. He fared no better
at dinner than at breakfast; for at the second "Oh, dear!" his father
sent him up to his room, "to stay there until he knew how to take what
was given him, and be thankful for it." He knew well enough by this
time; but he could not tell his father so. He went to his room, and
sat looking out of the window, a hungry and miserable boy.

In the afternoon his cousin Will came up to see him. "Why, Chimbo!" he
cried. "Why do you sit moping here in the house, when all the boys are
out? Come and play marbles with me on the piazza. Ned and Harry are
out there waiting for you. Come on!"

"Oh, dear!" said Chimborazo.

"What's the matter?" asked Will. "Haven't you any marbles? Never mind.
I'll give you half of mine, if you like. Come!"

"Oh, DEAR!" said Chimborazo.

"Well," said Will, "if that's all you have to say when I offer you
marbles, I'll keep them myself. I suppose you expected me to give you
all of them, did you? I never saw such a fellow!" and off he went in a
huff.

       *       *       *       *       *

"Well, Chimborazo," said the fairy godmother, "what do you think of
'Oh, dear!' now?"

Chimborazo looked at her beseechingly, but said nothing.

"Finding that forty-five times was not enough for you yesterday, I
thought I would let you have all you wanted to-day, you see," said the
fairy wickedly.

The boy still looked imploringly at her, but did not open his lips.

"Well, well," she said at last, touching his lips with her wand, "I
think that is enough in the way of punishment, though I am sorry you
broke the bell-punch. Good-by! I don't believe you will say 'Oh,
dear!' any more."

And he didn't.




THE USEFUL COAL


There was once a king whose name was Sligo. He was noted both for his
riches and his kind heart. One evening, as he sat by his fireside, a
coal fell out on the hearth. The king took up the tongs, intending to
put it back on the fire, but the coal said:--

"If you will spare my life, and do as I tell you, I will save your
treasure three times, and tell you the name of the thief who steals it."

These words gave the king great joy, for much treasure had been stolen
from him of late, and none of his officers could discover the culprit.
So he set the coal on the table, and said:--

"Pretty little black and red bird, tell me, what shall I do?"

"Put me in your waistcoat-pocket," said the coal, "and take no more
thought for to-night."

Accordingly the king put the coal in his pocket, and then, as he sat
before the warm fire, he grew drowsy, and presently fell fast asleep.

When he had been asleep some time, the door opened, very softly,
and the High Cellarer peeped cautiously in. This was the one of the
king's officers who had been most eager in searching for the thief.
He now crept softly, softly, toward the king, and seeing that he was
fast asleep, put his hand into his waistcoat-pocket; for in that
waistcoat-pocket King Sligo kept the key of his treasure-chamber,
and the High Cellarer was the thief. He put his hand into the
waistcoat-pocket. S-s-s-s-s! the coal burned it so frightfully that he
gave a loud shriek, and fell on his knees on the hearth.

"What is the matter?" cried the king, waking with a start.

"Alas! your Majesty," said the High Cellarer, thrusting his burnt
fingers into his bosom, that the king might not see them. "You were
just on the point of falling forward into the fire, and I cried out,
partly from fright and partly to waken you."

The king thanked the High Cellarer, and gave him a ruby ring as a
reward. But when he was in his chamber, and making ready for bed, the
coal said to him:--

"Once already have I saved your treasure, and to-night I shall save
it again. Only put me on the table beside your bed, and you may sleep
with a quiet heart."

So the king put the coal on the table, and himself into the bed, and
was soon sound asleep. At midnight the door of the chamber opened very
softly, and the High Cellarer peeped in again. He knew that at night
King Sligo kept the key under his pillow, and he was coming to get it.
He crept softly, softly, toward the bed, but as he drew near it, the
coal cried out:--

"One eye sleeps, but the other eye wakes! one eye sleeps, but the
other eye wakes! Who is this comes creeping, while honest men are
sleeping?"

The High Cellarer looked about him in affright, and saw the coal
burning fiery red in the darkness, and looking for all the world like
a great flaming eye. In an agony of fear he fled from the chamber,
crying,--

   "Black and red! black and red!
    The king has a devil to guard his bed."

And he spent the rest of the night shivering in the farthest garret he
could find.

The next morning the coal said to the king:--

"Again this night have I saved your treasure, and mayhap your life as
well. Yet a third time I shall do it, and this time you shall learn
the name of the thief. But if I do this, you must promise me one
thing, and that is that you will place me in your royal crown and wear
me as a jewel. Will you do this?"

"That will I, right gladly!" replied King Sligo, "for a jewel indeed
you are."

"That is well!" said the coal. "It is true that I am dying; but no
matter. It is a fine thing to be a jewel in a king's crown, even if
one is dead. Now listen, and follow my directions closely. As soon
as I am quite black and dead,--which will be in about ten minutes
from now,--you must take me in your hand and rub me all over and
around the handle of the door of the treasure-chamber. A good part
of me will be rubbed off, but there will be enough left to put in
your crown. When you have thoroughly rubbed the door, lay the key of
the treasure-chamber on your table, as if you had left it there by
mistake. You may then go hunting or riding, but not for more than an
hour; and when you return, you must instantly call all your court
together, as if on business of the greatest importance. Invent some
excuse for asking them to raise their hands, and then arrest the man
whose hands are black. Do you understand?"

"I do!" replied King Sligo, fervently, "I do, and my warmest thanks,
good Coal, are due to you for this--"

But here he stopped, for already the coal was quite black, and in
less than ten minutes it was dead and cold. Then the king took it
and rubbed it carefully over the door of the treasure-chamber, and
laying the key of the door in plain sight on his dressing-table, he
called his huntsmen together, and mounting his horse, rode away to the
forest. As soon as he was gone, the High Cellarer, who had pleaded
a headache when asked to join the hunt, crept softly to the king's
room, and to his surprise found the key on the table. Full of joy, he
sought the treasure-chamber at once, and began filling his pockets
with gold and jewels, which he carried to his own apartment, returning
greedily for more. In this way he opened and closed the door many
times. Suddenly, as he was stooping over a silver barrel containing
sapphires, he heard the sound of a trumpet, blown once, twice, thrice.
The wicked thief started, for it was the signal for the entire court
to appear instantly before the king, and the penalty of disobedience
was death. Hastily cramming a handful of sapphires into his pocket,
he stumbled to the door, which he closed and locked, putting the
key also in his pocket, as there was no time to return it. He flew
to the presence-chamber, where the lords of the kingdom were hastily
assembling.

The king was seated on his throne, still in his hunting-dress, though
he had put on his crown over his hat, which presented a peculiar
appearance. It was with a majestic air, however, that he rose and
said:--

"Nobles, and gentlemen of my court! I have called you together to
pray for the soul of my lamented grandmother, who died, as you may
remember, several years ago. In token of respect, I desire you all to
raise your hands to Heaven."

The astonished courtiers, one and all, lifted their hands high in air.
The king looked, and, behold! the hands of the High Cellarer were as
black as soot! The king caused him to be arrested and searched, and
the sapphires in his pocket, besides the key of the treasure-chamber,
gave ample proof of his guilt. His head was removed at once, and
the king had the useful coal, set in sapphires, placed in the very
front of his crown, where it was much admired and praised as a BLACK
DIAMOND.




SONG OF THE LITTLE WINDS


    The birdies may sleep, but the winds must wake
    Early and late, for the birdies' sake.
    Kissing them, fanning them, soft and sweet,
    E'en till the dark and the dawning meet.

    The flowers may sleep, but the winds must wake
    Early and late, for the flowers' sake.
    Rocking the buds on the rose-mother's breast,
    Swinging the hyacinth-bells to rest.

    The children may sleep, but the winds must wake
    Early and late, for the children's sake.
    Singing so sweet in each little one's ear,
    He thinks his mother's own song to hear.




THE THREE REMARKS


There was once a princess, the most beautiful princess that ever was
seen. Her hair was black and soft as the raven's wing; her eyes were
like stars dropped in a pool of clear water, and her speech like the
first tinkling cascade of the baby Nile. She was also wise, graceful,
and gentle, so that one would have thought she must be the happiest
princess in the world.

But, alas! there was one terrible drawback to her happiness. She could
make only three remarks. No one knew whether it was the fault of her
nurse, or a peculiarity born with her; but the sad fact remained, that
no matter what was said to her, she could only reply in one of three
phrases. The first was,--

"What is the price of butter?"

The second, "Has your grandmother sold her mangle yet?"

And the third, "With all my heart!"

You may well imagine what a great misfortune this was to a young and
lively princess. How could she join in the sports and dances of the
noble youths and maidens of the court? She could not always be silent,
neither could she always say, "With all my heart!" though this was her
favorite phrase, and she used it whenever she possibly could; and it
was not at all pleasant, when some gallant knight asked her whether
she would rather play croquet or Aunt Sally, to be obliged to reply,
"What is the price of butter?"

On certain occasions, however, the princess actually found her
infirmity of service to her. She could always put an end suddenly to
any conversation that did not please her, by interposing with her
first or second remark; and they were also a very great assistance
to her when, as happened nearly every day, she received an offer
of marriage. Emperors, kings, princes, dukes, earls, marquises,
viscounts, baronets, and many other lofty personages knelt at her
feet, and offered her their hands, hearts, and other possessions of
greater or less value. But for all her suitors the princess had but
one answer. Fixing her deep radiant eyes on them, she would reply with
thrilling earnestness, "_Has_ your grandmother sold her mangle yet?"
and this always impressed the suitors so deeply that they retired,
weeping, to a neighboring monastery, where they hung up their armor in
the chapel, and taking the vows, passed the remainder of their lives
mostly in flogging themselves, wearing hair shirts, and putting dry
toast-crumbs in their beds.

Now, when the king found that all his best nobles were turning into
monks, he was greatly displeased, and said to the princess:--

"My daughter, it is high time that all this nonsense came to an end.
The next time a respectable person asks you to marry him, you will
say, 'With all my heart!' or I will know the reason why."

But this the princess could not endure, for she had never yet seen
a man whom she was willing to marry. Nevertheless, she feared her
father's anger, for she knew that he always kept his word; so that
very night she slipped down the back stairs of the palace, opened the
back door, and ran away out into the wide world.

She wandered for many days, over mountain and moor, through fen and
through forest, until she came to a fair city. Here all the bells
were ringing, and the people shouting and flinging caps into the air;
for their old king was dead, and they were just about to crown a new
one. The new king was a stranger, who had come to the town only the
day before; but as soon as he heard of the old monarch's death, he
told the people that he was a king himself, and as he happened to be
without a kingdom at that moment, he would be quite willing to rule
over them. The people joyfully assented, for the late king had left no
heir; and now all the preparations had been completed. The crown had
been polished up, and a new tip put on the sceptre, as the old king had
quite spoiled it by poking the fire with it for upwards of forty years.

When the people saw the beautiful princess, they welcomed her with
many bows, and insisted on leading her before the new king.

"Who knows but that they may be related?" said everybody. "They both
came from the same direction, and both are strangers."

Accordingly the princess was led to the market-place, where the king
was sitting in royal state. He had a fat, red, shining face, and did
not look like the kings whom she had been in the habit of seeing; but
nevertheless the princess made a graceful courtesy, and then waited to
hear what he would say.

The new king seemed rather embarrassed when he saw that it was a
princess who appeared before him; but he smiled graciously, and said,
in a smooth oily voice,--

"I trust your 'Ighness is quite well. And 'ow did yer 'Ighness leave
yer pa and ma?"

At these words the princess raised her head and looked fixedly at the
red-faced king; then she replied, with scornful distinctness,--

"What is the price of butter?"

At these words an alarming change came over the king's face. The red
faded from it, and left it a livid green; his teeth chattered; his
eyes stared, and rolled in their sockets; while the sceptre dropped
from his trembling hand and fell at the princess's feet. For the truth
was, this was no king at all, but a retired butterman, who had laid by
a little money at his trade, and had thought of setting up a public
house; but chancing to pass through this city at the very time when
they were looking for a king, it struck him that he might just as
well fill the vacant place as any one else. No one had thought of his
being an impostor; but when the princess fixed her clear eyes on him
and asked him that familiar question, which he had been in the habit
of hearing many times a day for a great part of his life, the guilty
butterman thought himself detected, and shook in his guilty shoes.
Hastily descending from his throne, he beckoned the princess into a
side-chamber, and closing the door, besought her in moving terms not
to betray him.

"Here," he said, "is a bag of rubies as big as pigeon's eggs. There
are six thousand of them, and I 'umbly beg your 'Ighness to haccept
them as a slight token hof my hesteem, if your 'Ighness will kindly
consent to spare a respeckable tradesman the disgrace of being
hexposed."

The princess reflected, and came to the conclusion that, after all, a
butterman might make as good a king as any one else; so she took the
rubies with a gracious little nod, and departed, while all the people
shouted, "Hooray!" and followed her, waving their hats and kerchiefs,
to the gates of the city.

With her bag of rubies over her shoulder, the fair princess now
pursued her journey, and fared forward over heath and hill, through
brake and through brier. After several days she came to a deep
forest, which she entered without hesitation, for she knew no fear.
She had not gone a hundred paces under the arching limes, when she
was met by a band of robbers, who stopped her and asked what she did
in their forest, and what she carried in her bag. They were fierce,
black-bearded men, armed to the teeth with daggers, cutlasses,
pistols, dirks, hangers, blunderbusses, and other defensive weapons;
but the princess gazed calmly on them, and said haughtily,--

"Has your grandmother sold her mangle yet?"

The effect was magical. The robbers started back in dismay, crying,
"The countersign!" Then they hastily lowered their weapons, and
assuming attitudes of abject humility, besought the princess
graciously to accompany them to their master's presence. With a lofty
gesture she signified assent, and the cringing, trembling bandits led
her on through the forest till they reached an open glade, into which
the sunbeams glanced right merrily. Here, under a broad oak-tree which
stood in the centre of the glade, reclined a man of gigantic stature
and commanding mien, with a whole armory of weapons displayed upon
his person. Hastening to their chief, the robbers conveyed to him, in
agitated whispers, the circumstance of their meeting the princess,
and of her unexpected reply to their questions. Hardly seeming to
credit their statement, the gigantic chieftain sprang to his feet, and
advancing toward the princess with a respectful reverence, begged her
to repeat the remark which had so disturbed his men. With a royal air,
and in clear and ringing tones, the princess repeated,--

"_Has_ your grandmother sold her mangle yet?" and gazed steadfastly at
the robber chief.

He turned deadly pale, and staggered against a tree, which alone
prevented him from falling.

"It is true!" he gasped. "We are undone! The enemy is without doubt
close at hand, and all is over. Yet," he added with more firmness, and
with an appealing glance at the princess, "yet there may be one chance
left for us. If this gracious lady will consent to go forward, instead
of returning through the wood, we may yet escape with our lives.
Noble princess!" and here he and the whole band assumed attitudes of
supplication, "consider, I pray you, whether it would really add to
your happiness to betray to the advancing army a few poor foresters,
who earn their bread by the sweat of their brow. Here," he continued,
hastily drawing something from a hole in the oak-tree, "is a bag
containing ten thousand sapphires, each as large as a pullet's egg. If
you will graciously deign to accept them, and to pursue your journey
in the direction I shall indicate, the Red Chief of the Rustywhanger
will be your slave forever."

The princess, who of course knew that there was no army in the
neighborhood, and who moreover did not in the least care which way she
went, assented to the Red Chief's proposition, and taking the bag of
sapphires, bowed her farewell to the grateful robbers, and followed
their leader down a ferny path which led to the farther end of the
forest. When they came to the open country, the robber chieftain took
his leave of the princess, with profound bows and many protestations
of devotion, and returned to his band, who were already preparing to
plunge into the impenetrable thickets of the midforest.

The princess, meantime, with her two bags of gems on her shoulders,
fared forward with a light heart, by dale and by down, through moss
and through meadow. By-and-by she came to a fair high palace, built
all of marble and shining jasper, with smooth lawns about it, and
sunny gardens of roses and gillyflowers, from which the air blew so
sweet that it was a pleasure to breathe it. The princess stood still
for a moment, to taste the sweetness of this air, and to look her
fill at so fair a spot; and as she stood there, it chanced that the
palace-gates opened, and the young king rode out with his court, to go
a-catching of nighthawks.

Now when the king saw a right fair princess standing alone at his
palace-gate, her rich garments dusty and travel-stained, and two
heavy sacks hung upon her shoulders, he was filled with amazement;
and leaping from his steed, like the gallant knight that he was, he
besought her to tell him whence she came and whither she was going,
and in what way he might be of service to her.

But the princess looked down at her little dusty shoes, and answered
never a word; for she had seen at the first glance how fair and goodly
a king this was, and she would not ask him the price of butter, nor
whether his grandmother had sold her mangle yet. But she thought in
her heart, "Now, I have never, in all my life, seen a man to whom I
would so willingly say, 'With all my heart!' if he should ask me to
marry him."

The king marvelled much at her silence, and presently repeated his
questions, adding, "And what do you carry so carefully in those two
sacks, which seem over-heavy for your delicate shoulders?"

Still holding her eyes downcast, the princess took a ruby from one
bag, and a sapphire from the other, and in silence handed them to
the king, for she willed that he should know she was no beggar, even
though her shoes were dusty. Thereat all the nobles were filled with
amazement, for no such gems had ever been seen in that country.

But the king looked steadfastly at the princess, and said, "Rubies are
fine, and sapphires are fair; but, maiden, if I could but see those
eyes of yours, I warrant that the gems would look pale and dull beside
them."

At that the princess raised her clear dark eyes, and looked at the
king and smiled; and the glance of her eyes pierced straight to his
heart, so that he fell on his knees and cried:

"Ah! sweet princess, now do I know that thou art the love for whom I
have waited so long, and whom I have sought through so many lands.
Give me thy white hand, and tell me, either by word or by sign, that
thou wilt be my queen and my bride!"

And the princess, like a right royal maiden as she was, looked him
straight in the eyes, and giving him her little white hand, answered
bravely, "_With all my heart!_"




HOKEY POKEY


Hokey Pokey was the youngest of a large family of children. His elder
brothers, as they grew up, all became either butchers or bakers or
makers of candle-sticks, for such was the custom of the family. But
Hokey Pokey would be none of these things; so when he was grown to be
a tall youth he went to his father and said, "Give me my fortune."

"'Will you be a butcher?' asked his father.

"'No,' said Hokey Pokey.

"'Will you be a baker?'

"'No, again.'

"'Will you make candlesticks?'

"'Nor that either.'

"'Then,' said his father, 'this is the only fortune I can give
you;' and with that he took up his cudgel and gave the youth a stout
beating. 'Now you cannot complain that I gave you nothing,' said he.

"'That is true,' said Hokey Pokey. 'But give me also the wooden mallet
which lies on the shelf, and I will make my way through the world.'

"His father gave him the mallet, glad to be so easily rid of him, and
Hokey Pokey went out into the world to seek his fortune. He walked
all day, and at nightfall he came to a small village. Feeling hungry,
he went into a baker's shop, intending to buy a loaf of bread for his
supper. There was a great noise and confusion in the back part of the
shop; and on going to see what was the matter, he found the baker on
his knees beside a large box or chest, which he was trying with might
and main to keep shut. But there was something inside the box which
was trying just as hard to get out, and it screamed and kicked, and
pushed the lid up as often as the baker shut it down.

"'What have you there in the box?' asked Hokey Pokey.

"'I have my wife,' replied the baker. 'She is so frightfully
ill-tempered that whenever I am going to bake bread I am obliged to
shut her up in this box, lest she push me into the oven and bake me
with the bread, as she has often threatened to do. But to-day she has
broken the lock of the box, and I know not how to keep her down.'

"'That is easily managed,' said Hokey Pokey. 'Do you but tell her,
when she asks who I am, that I am a giant with three heads, and all
will be well.' So saying, he took his wooden mallet and dealt three
tremendous blows on the box, saying in a loud voice,--

   'Hickory Hox!
    I sit by the box,
    Waiting to give you a few of my knocks.'

"'Husband, husband! whom have you there?' cried the wife in terror.

"'Alas!' said the baker; 'it is a frightful giant with three heads. He
is sitting by the box, and if you open it so much as the width of your
little finger, he will pull you out and beat you to powder.'

"When the wife heard that she crouched down in the box, and said never
a word, for she was afraid of her life.

"The baker then took Hokey Pokey into the other part of the shop,
thanked him warmly, and gave him a good supper and a bed. The next
morning he gave him for a present the finest loaf of bread in his
shop, which was shaped like a large round ball; and Hokey Pokey, after
knocking once more on the lid of the box, continued his travels.

"He had not gone far before he came to another village, and wishing
to inquire his way he entered the first shop he came to, which proved
to be that of a confectioner. The shop was full of the most beautiful
sweetmeats imaginable, and everything was bright and gay; but the
confectioner himself sat upon a bench, weeping bitterly.

"'What ails you, friend?' asked Hokey Pokey; 'and why do you weep,
when you are surrounded by the most delightful things in the world?'

"'Alas!' replied the confectioner. 'That is just the cause of my
trouble. The sweetmeats that I make are so good that their fame has
spread far and wide, and the Rat King, hearing of them, has taken
up his abode in my cellar. Every night he comes up and eats all the
sweetmeats I have made the day before. There is no comfort in my life,
and I am thinking of becoming a rope-maker and hanging myself with the
first rope I make.'

"'Why don't you set a trap for him?' asked Hokey Pokey.

"'I have set fifty-nine traps,' replied the confectioner, 'but he is
so strong that he breaks them all.'

"'Poison him,' suggested Hokey Pokey.

"'He dislikes poison,' said the confectioner, 'and will not take it in
any form.'

"'In that case,' said Hokey Pokey, 'leave him to me. Go away, and hide
yourself for a few minutes, and all will be well.'

"The confectioner retired behind a large screen, having first showed
Hokey Pokey the hole of the Rat King, which was certainly a very large
one. Hokey Pokey sat down by the hole, with his mallet in his hand,
and said in a squeaking voice,--

   'Ratly King! Kingly Rat!
    Here your mate comes pit-a-pat.
    Come and see; the way is free;
    Hear my signal: one! two! three!'

And he scratched three times on the floor. Almost immediately the head
of a rat popped up through the hole. He was a huge rat, quite as large
as a cat; but his size was no help to him, for as soon as he appeared,
Hokey Pokey dealt him such a blow with his mallet that he fell down
dead without even a squeak. Then Hokey Pokey called the confectioner,
who came out from behind the screen and thanked him warmly; he also
bade him choose anything he liked in the shop, in payment for his
services.

"'Can you match this?' asked Hokey Pokey, showing his round ball of
bread.

"'That can I!' said the confectioner; and he brought out a most
beautiful ball, twice as large as the loaf, composed of the finest
sweetmeats in the world, red and yellow and white. Hokey Pokey took
it with many thanks, and then went on his way.

"The next day he came to a third village in the streets of which the
people were all running to and fro in the wildest confusion.

"'What is the matter?' asked Hokey Pokey, as one man ran directly into
his arms.

"'Alas!' replied the man. 'A wild bull has got into the principal
china-shop, and is breaking all the beautiful dishes.'

"'Why do you not drive him out?' asked Hokey Pokey.

"'We are afraid to do that,' said the man; 'but we are running up and
down to express our emotion and sympathy, and that is something.'

"'Show me the china-shop,' said Hokey Pokey.

"So the man showed him the china-shop; and there, sure enough, was a
furious bull, making most terrible havoc. He was dancing up and down
on a Dresden dinner set, and butting at the Chinese mandarins, and
switching down finger-bowls and teapots with his tail, bellowing
meanwhile in the most outrageous manner. The floor was covered with
broken crockery, and the whole scene was melancholy to behold.

"Now when Hokey Pokey saw this, he said to the owner of the
china-shop, who was tearing his hair in a frenzy of despair, 'Stop
tearing your hair, which is indeed a senseless occupation, and I will
manage this matter for you. Bring me a red cotton umbrella, and all
will yet be well.'

"So the china-shop man brought him a red cotton umbrella, and Hokey
Pokey began to open and shut it violently in front of the door. When
the bull saw that, he stopped dancing on the Dresden dinner set and
came charging out of the shop, straight towards the red umbrella. When
he came near enough, Hokey Pokey dropped the umbrella, and raising his
wooden mallet hit the bull such a blow on the muzzle that he fell down
dead, and never bellowed again.

"The people all flung up their hats, and cheered, and ran up and down
all the more, to express their gratification. As for the china-shop
man, he threw his arms round Hokey Pokey's neck, called him his
cherished preserver, and bade him choose anything that was left in his
shop in payment for his services.

"'Can you match these?' asked Hokey Pokey, holding up the loaf of
bread and the ball of sweetmeats.

"'That can I,' said the shop-man; and he brought out a huge ball of
solid ivory, inlaid with gold and silver, and truly lovely to behold.
It was very heavy, being twice as large as the ball of sweetmeats; but
Hokey Pokey took it, and, after thanking the shop-man and receiving
his thanks in return, he proceeded on his way.

"After walking for several days, he came to a fair, large castle, in
front of which sat a man on horseback. When the man saw Hokey Pokey,
he called out,--

"'Who are you, and what do you bring to the mighty Dragon, lord of
this castle?'

"'Hokey Pokey is my name,' replied the youth, 'and strange things do I
bring. But what does the mighty Dragon want, for example?'

"'He wants something new to eat,' said the man on horseback. 'He
has eaten of everything that is known in the world, and pines for
something new. He who brings him a new dish, never before tasted by
him, shall have a thousand crowns and a new jacket; but he who fails,
after three trials, shall have his jacket taken away from him, and his
head cut off besides.'

"'I bring strange food,' said Hokey Pokey. 'Let me pass in, that I may
serve the mighty Dragon.'

"Then the man on horseback lowered his lance, and let him pass in, and
in short space he came before the mighty Dragon. The Dragon sat on
a silver throne, with a golden knife in one hand, and a golden fork
in the other. Around him were many people, who offered him dishes of
every description; but he would none of them, for he had tasted them
all before; and he howled with hunger on his silver throne. Then came
forward Hokey Pokey, and said boldly,--

"'Here come I, Hokey Pokey, bringing strange food for the mighty
Dragon.'

"The Dragon howled again, and waving his knife and fork, bade Hokey
Pokey give the food to the attendants, that they might serve him.

"'Not so,' said Hokey Pokey. 'I must serve you myself, most mighty
Dragon, else you shall not taste of my food. Therefore put down your
knife and fork, and open your mouth, and you shall see what you shall
see.'

"So the Dragon, after summoning the man-with-the-thousand-crowns
and the man-with-the-new-jacket to one side of his throne, and the
man-to-take-away-the old-jacket and the executioner to the other, laid
down his knife and fork and opened his mouth. Hokey Pokey stepped
lightly forward, and dropped the round loaf down the great red throat.
The Dragon shut his jaws together with a snap, and swallowed the loaf
in two gulps.

"'That is good,' he said; 'but it is not new. I have eaten much bread,
though never before in a round loaf. Have you anything more? Or shall
the man take away your jacket?'

"'I have this, an it please you,' said Hokey Pokey; and he dropped
the ball of sweetmeats into the Dragon's mouth.

"When the Dragon tasted this, he rolled his eyes round and round,
and was speechless with delight for some time. At length he said,
'Worthy youth, this is very good; it is extremely good; it is better
than anything I ever tasted. Nevertheless, it is not new; for I have
tasted the same kind of thing before, only not nearly so good. And
now, unless you are positively sure that you have something new for
your third trial, you really might as well take off your jacket; and
the executioner shall take off your head at the same time, as it is
getting rather late. Executioner, do your--'

"'Craving your pardon, most mighty Dragon,' said Hokey Pokey, 'I will
first make my third trial;' and with that he dropped the ivory ball
into the Dragon's mouth.

"'Gug-wugg-gllll-grrr!' said the Dragon, for the ball had stuck fast,
being too big for him to swallow.

"Then Hokey Pokey lifted his mallet and struck one tremendous blow
upon the ball, driving it far down the throat of the monster, and
killing him most fatally dead. He rolled off the throne like a scaly
log, and his crown fell off and rolled to Hokey Pokey's feet. The
youth picked it up and put it on his own head, and then called the
people about him and addressed them.

"'People,' he said, 'I am Hokey Pokey, and I have come from a far land
to rule over you. Your Dragon have I slain, and now I am your king;
and if you will always do exactly what I tell you to do, you will have
no further trouble.'

"So the people threw up their caps and cried, 'Long live Hokey Pokey!'
and they always did exactly as he told them, and had no further trouble.

"And Hokey Pokey sent for his three brothers, and made them Chief
Butcher, Chief Baker, and Chief Candlestick-maker of his kingdom. But
to his father he sent a large cudgel made of pure gold, with these
words engraved on it: 'Now you cannot complain that I have given you
nothing!'"




THE TANGLED SKEIN


"My dear child," said the Angel-who-attends-to things, "why are you
crying so very hard?"

"Oh dear! oh dear!" said the child. "No one ever had such a dreadful
time before, I do believe, and it all comes of trying to be good.
Oh dear! Oh dear! I wish I was bad; then I should not have all this
trouble."

"Yes, you would," said the Angel; "a great deal worse. Now tell me
what is the matter!"

"Look!" said the child. "Mother gave me this skein to wind, and I
promised to do it. But then father sent me on an errand, and it was
almost school-time, and I was studying my lesson and going on the
errand and winding the skein, all at the same time, and now I have got
all tangled up in the wool, and I cannot walk either forward or back,
and oh! dear me, what ever _shall_ I do?"

"Sit down!" said the Angel.

"But it is school-time!" said the child.

"Sit down!" said the Angel.

"But father sent me on an errand!" said the child.

"SIT DOWN!" said the Angel; and he took the child by her shoulders and
set her down.

"Now sit still!" he said, and he began patiently to wind up the skein.
It was wofully tangled, and knotted about the child's hands and feet;
it was a wonder she could move at all; but at last it was all clear,
and the Angel handed her the ball.

"I thank you so very much!" said the child. "I was not naughty, was I?"

"Not naughty, only foolish; but that does just as much harm sometimes."

"But I was doing right things!" said the child.

"But you were doing them in the wrong way!" said the Angel. "It is
good to do an errand, and it is good to go to school, but when you
have a skein to wind you must sit still."




A SONG FOR HAL


    Once I saw a little boat, and a pretty, pretty boat,
    When daybreak the hills was adorning,
    And into it I jumped, and away I did float,
    So very, very early in the morning.

    _Chorus_

    And every little wave had its nightcap on,
    Its nightcap, white cap, nightcap on.
    And every little wave had its nightcap on,
    So very, very early in the morning.

    All the fishes were asleep in their caves cool and deep,
    When the ripple round my keel flashed a warning.
    Said the minnow to the skate, "We must certainly be late,
    Though I thought 't was very early in the morning."

    _Chorus_

    For every little wave has its nightcap on,
    Its nightcap, white cap, nightcap on.
    For every little wave has its nightcap on,
    So very, very early in the morning.

    The lobster darkly green soon appeared upon the scene,
    And pearly drops his claws were adorning.
    Quoth he, "May I be boiled, if I'll have my slumber spoiled,
    So very, very early in the morning!"

    _Chorus_

    For every little wave has its nightcap on,
    Its nightcap, white cap, nightcap on,
    For every little wave has its nightcap on,
    So very, very early in the morning.

    Said the sturgeon to the eel, "Just imagine how I feel,
    Thus roused without a syllable of warning.
    People ought to let us know when a-sailing they would go,
    So very, very early in the morning."

    _Chorus_

    When every little wave has its nightcap on,
    Its nightcap, white cap, nightcap on.
    When every little wave has its nightcap on,
    So very, very early in the morning.

    Just then up jumped the sun, and the fishes every one
    For their laziness at once fell a-mourning.
    But I stayed to hear no more, for my boat had reached the shore,
    So very, very early in the morning.

    _Chorus_

    And every little wave took its nightcap off,
    Its nightcap, white cap, nightcap off.
    And every little wave took its nightcap off,
    And courtesied to the sun in the morning.




FOR YOU AND ME


"I have come to speak to you about your work," said the
Angel-who-attends-to-things. "It appears to be unsatisfactory."

"Indeed!" said the man. "I hardly see how that can be. Perhaps you
will explain."

"I will!" said the Angel. "To begin with, the work is slovenly."

"I was born heedless," said the man. "It is a family failing which I
have always regretted."

"It is ill put together, too;" said the Angel. "The parts do not fit."

"I never had any eye for proportion," said the man; "I admit it is
unfortunate."

"The whole thing is a botch," said the Angel. "You have put neither
brains nor heart into it, and the result is ridiculous failure. What
do you propose to do about it?"

"I credited you with more comprehension," said the man. "My faults,
such as they are, were born with me. I am sorry that you do not
approve of me, but this is the way I was made; do you see?"

"I see!" said the Angel. He put out a strong white hand, and taking
the man by the collar, tumbled him neck and crop into the ditch.

"What is the meaning of this?" cried the man, as he scrambled out
breathless and dripping. "I never saw such behavior. Do you see what
you have done? you have ruined my clothes, and nearly drowned me
beside."

"Oh yes!" said the Angel: "this is the way _I_ was made."




THE BURNING HOUSE


Some neighbours were walking together in the cool of the day, watching
the fall of the twilight, and talking of this and that; and as they
walked, they saw at a little distance a light, as it were a house on
fire.

"From the direction, that must be our neighbour William's house," said
one. "Ought we not to warn him of the danger?"

"I see only a little flame," said another; "perchance it may go out of
itself, and no harm done."

"I should be loth to carry ill news," said a third; "it is always a
painful thing to do."

"William is not a man who welcomes interference," said a fourth. "I
should not like to be the one to intrude upon his privacy; probably
he knows about the fire, and is managing it in his own way."

While they were talking, the house burned up.




THE NAUGHTY COMET


The door of the Comet House was open. In the great court-yard stood
hundreds of comets, of all sizes and shapes. Some were puffing and
blowing, and arranging their tails, all ready to start; others
had just come in, and looked shabby and forlorn after their long
journeyings, their tails drooping disconsolately; while others still
were switched off on side-tracks, where the tinker and the tailor were
attending to their wants, and setting them to rights. In the midst
of all stood the Comet Master, with his hands behind him, holding a
very long stick with a very sharp point. The comets knew just how the
point of that stick felt, for they were prodded with it whenever they
misbehaved themselves; accordingly, they all remained very quiet,
while he gave his orders for the day.

In a distant corner of the court-yard lay an old comet, with his tail
comfortably curled up around him. He was too old to go out, so he
enjoyed himself at home in a quiet way. Beside him stood a very young
comet, with a very short tail. He was quivering with excitement, and
occasionally cast sharp impatient glances at the Comet Master.

"Will he _never_ call me?" he exclaimed, but in an undertone, so that
only his companion could hear. "He knows I am dying to go out, and
for that very reason he pays no attention to me. I dare not leave my
place, for you know what he is."

"Ah!" said the old comet, slowly, "if you had been out as often as I
have, you would not be in such a hurry. Hot, tiresome work, _I_ call
it. And what does it all amount to?"

"Ay, that's the point!" exclaimed the young comet. "What _does_ it
all amount to? That is what I am determined to find out. I cannot
understand your going on, travelling and travelling, and never
finding out why you do it. _I_ shall find out, you may be very sure,
before I have finished my first journey."

"Better not! better not!" answered the old comet. "You'll only get into
trouble. Nobody knows except the Comet Master and the Sun. The Master
would cut you up into inch pieces if you asked him, and the Sun--"

"Well, what about the Sun?" asked the young comet, eagerly.

"Short-tailed Comet No. 73!" rang suddenly, clear and sharp, through
the court-yard.

The young comet started as if he had been shot, and in three bounds he
stood before the Comet Master, who looked fixedly at him.

"You have never been out before," said the Master.

"No, sir!" replied No. 73; and he knew better than to add another word.

"You will go out now," said the Comet Master. "You will travel for
thirteen weeks and three days, and will then return. You will avoid
the neighborhood of the Sun, the Earth, and the planet Bungo. You
will turn to the left on meeting other comets, and you are not allowed
to speak to meteors. These are your orders. Go!"

At the word, the comet shot out of the gate and off into space, his
short tail bobbing as he went.

Ah! here was something worth living for. No longer shut up in that
tiresome court-yard, waiting for one's tail to grow, but out in the
free, open, boundless realm of space, with leave to shoot about here
and there and everywhere--well, _nearly_ everywhere--for thirteen
whole weeks! Ah, what a glorious prospect! How swiftly he moved! How
well his tail looked, even though it was still rather short! What a
fine fellow he was, altogether!

For two or three weeks our comet was the happiest creature in all
space; too happy to think of anything except the joy of frisking
about. But by-and-by he began to wonder about things, and that is
always dangerous for a comet.

"I wonder, now," he said, "why I may not go near the planet Bungo.
I have always heard that he was the most interesting of all the
planets. And the Sun! how I _should_ like to know a little more
about the Sun! And, by the way, that reminds me that all this time I
have never found out _why_ I am travelling. It shows how I have been
enjoying myself, that I have forgotten it so long; but now I must
certainly make a point of finding out. Hello! there comes Long-Tail
No. 45. I mean to ask him."

So he turned out to the left, and waited till No. 45 came along. The
latter was a middle-aged comet, very large, and with an uncommonly
long tail,--quite preposterously long, our little No. 73 thought, as
he shook his own tail and tried to make as much of it as possible.

"Good morning, Mr. Long-Tail!" he said as soon as the other was within
speaking distance. "Would you be so very good as to tell me what you
are travelling for?"

"For six months," answered No. 45 with a puff and a snort. "Started a
month ago; five months still to go."

"Oh, I don't mean that!" exclaimed Short-Tail No. 73. "I mean _why_
are you travelling at all?"

"Comet Master sent me!" replied No. 45, briefly.

"But what for?" persisted the little comet. "What is it all about?
What good does it do? _Why_ do we travel for weeks and months and
years? That's what I want to find out."

"Don't know, I'm sure!" said the elder, still more shortly. "What's
more, don't care!"

The little comet fairly shook with amazement and indignation. "You
don't care!" he cried. "Is it possible? And how long, may I ask, have
you been travelling hither and thither through space, without knowing
or caring why?"

"Long enough to learn not to ask stupid questions!" answered Long-Tail
No. 45. "Good morning to you!"

And without another word he was off, with his preposterously long tail
spreading itself like a luminous fan behind him. The little comet
looked after him for some time in silence. At last he said:--

"Well, _I_ call that simply _disgusting_! An ignorant, narrow-minded
old--"

"Hello, cousin!" called a clear merry voice just behind him. "How
goes it with you? Shall we travel together? Our roads seem to go in
the same direction."

The comet turned and saw a bright and sparkling meteor. "I--I--must
not speak to you!" said No. 73, confusedly.

"Not speak to me!" exclaimed the meteor, laughing. "Why, what's the
matter? What have I done? I never saw you before in my life."

"N-nothing that I know of," answered No. 73, still more confused.

"Then why mustn't you speak to me?" persisted the meteor, giving a
little skip and jump. "Eh? tell me that, will you? _Why_ mustn't you?"

"I--don't--know!" answered the little comet, slowly, for he was
ashamed to say boldly, as he ought to have done, that it was against
the orders of the Comet Master.

"Oh, gammon!" cried the meteor, with another skip. "_I_ know! Comet
Master, eh? But a fine high-spirited young fellow like you isn't going
to be afraid of that old tyrant. Come along, I say! If there were any
_real reason_ why you should not speak to me--"

"That's just what I say," interrupted the comet, eagerly. "What IS the
reason? Why don't they tell it to me?"

"'Cause there isn't any!" rejoined the meteor. "Come along!"

After a little more hesitation, the comet yielded, and the two frisked
merrily along, side by side. As they went, No. 73 confided all his
vexations to his new friend, who sympathized warmly with him, and
spoke in most disrespectful terms of the Comet Master.

"A pretty sort of person to dictate to you, when he hasn't the
smallest sign of a tail himself! I wouldn't submit to it!" cried the
meteor. "As to the other orders, some of them are not so bad. Of
course, nobody would want to go near that stupid, poky Earth, if he
could possibly help it; and the planet Bungo is--ah--is not a very
nice planet, I believe." [The fact is, the planet Bungo contains
a large reform-school for unruly meteors, but our friend made no
mention of that.] "But as for the Sun,--the bright, jolly, delightful
Sun,--why, I am going to take a nearer look at him myself. Come on! We
will go together, in spite of the Comet Master."

Again the little comet hesitated and demurred; but after all, he had
already broken one rule, and why not another? He would be punished
in any case, and he might as well get all the pleasure he could.
Reasoning thus, he yielded once more to the persuasions of the meteor,
and together they shot through the great space-world, taking their way
straight toward the Sun.

When the Sun saw them coming, he smiled and seemed much pleased. He
stirred his fire, and shook his shining locks, and blazed brighter and
brighter, hotter and hotter. The heat seemed to have a strange effect
on the comet, for he began to go faster and faster.

"Hold on!" said the meteor. "Why are you hurrying so? I cannot keep up
with you."

"I cannot stop myself!" cried No. 73. "Something is drawing me
forward, faster and faster!"

On he went at a terrible rate, the meteor following as best he might.
Several planets that he passed shouted to him in warning tones, but
he could not hear what they said. The Sun stirred his fire again, and
blazed brighter and brighter, hotter and hotter; and onward rushed the
wretched little comet, faster and faster, faster and faster!

"Catch hold of my tail and stop me!" he shrieked to the meteor. "I am
shrivelling, burning up, in this fearful heat! Stop me, for pity's
sake!"

But the meteor was already far behind, and had stopped short to watch
his companion's headlong progress. And now,--ah, me!--now the Sun
opened his huge fiery mouth. The comet made one desperate effort to
stop himself, but it was in vain. An awful, headlong plunge through
the intervening space; a hissing and crackling; a shriek,--and the
fiery jaws had closed on Short-Tail No. 73 forever!

"Dear me!" said the meteor. "How very shocking! I quite forgot that
the Sun ate comets. I must be off, or I shall get an Ã¦on in the
Reform School for this. I am really very sorry, for he was a nice
little comet!"

And away frisked the meteor, and soon forgot all about it.

But in the great court-yard in front of the Comet House, the Master
took a piece of chalk, and crossed out No. 73 from the list of
short-tailed comets on the slate that hangs on the door. Then he
called out, "No. 1 Express, come forward!" and the swiftest of all the
comets stood before him, brilliant and beautiful, with a bewildering
magnificence of tail. The Comet Master spoke sharply and decidedly, as
usual, but not unkindly.

"No. 73, Short-Tail," he said, "has disobeyed orders, and has in
consequence been devoured by the Sun."

Here there was a great sensation among the comets.

"No. 1," continued the Master, "you will start immediately, and travel
until you find a runaway meteor, with a red face and blue hair. You
are permitted to make inquiries of respectable bodies, such as planets
or satellites. When found, you will arrest him and take him to the
planet Bungo. My compliments to the Meteor Keeper, and I shall be
obliged if he will give this meteor two Ã¦ons in the Reform School. I
trust," he continued, turning to the assembled comets, "that this will
be a lesson to all of you!"

And I believe it was.




DAY DREAMS


    White wings over the water,
    Fluttering, fluttering over the sea,
    White wings over the water,
    What are you bringing to me?
    A fairy prince in a golden boat,
    With golden ringlets that fall and float,
    A velvet cap, and a taffety cloak,
    This you are bringing to me.

    Fairy, fairy princekin,
    Sailing, sailing hither to me,
    Silk and satin and velvet,
    What are you coming to see?
    A little girl in a calico gown,
    With hair and eyes of dusky brown,
    Who sits on the wharf of the fishing-town.
    Looking away to sea.

    Golden, golden sunbeams,
    Touch me now with your wands of gold;
    Make me a beautiful princess,
    Radiant to behold.
    Blue and silver and ermine fine,
    Diamond drops that flash and shine;
    So shall I meet this prince of mine,
    Fairer than may be told.

    White wings over the water,
    Fluttering ever farther away;
    Dark clouds shrouding the sunbeams,
    Sullen and cold and gray.
    Back I go in my calico gown,
    Back to the hut in the fishing-town.
    And oh, but the night shuts darkly down
    After the summer day!




Transcriber's note


The story "Hokey Pokey", starting on page 106 has double quotes with
every paragraph except the first. Although this is probably a printer's
mistake, it has been preserved.

Spelling and hyphenation may be inconsistent, this has not been
changed. The following corrections have been made, on page

   12 ' changed to " (and rest, dear children?")
  106 " changed to ' (be a butcher?' asked his father).






