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+Project Gutenberg's Little Lucy's Wonderful Globe, by Charlotte M. Yonge
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+Title: Little Lucy's Wonderful Globe
+
+Author: Charlotte M. Yonge
+
+Illustrator: L. Frolich
+
+Release Date: August 30, 2008 [EBook #26487]
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+Language: English
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+[Illustration: LITTLE LUCY'S WONDERFUL GLOBE]
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+
+LITTLE LUCY'S WONDERFUL GLOBE.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration: "I'm looking at the great big globe that Uncle Joe said I
+might touch," said Lucy.
+
+_Frontispiece; see page 14._]
+
+
+
+
+LITTLE LUCY'S WONDERFUL GLOBE
+
+
+PICTURED BY
+
+L. FROLICH,
+
+AND NARRATED BY
+
+CHARLOTTE M. YONGE
+
+AUTHOR OF "THE HEIR OF REDCLYFFE."
+
+          _"Young fingers idly roll_
+              _The mimic earth, or trace,_
+           _In picture bright of blue and gold,_
+           _The orbs that round the sky's deep fold_
+              _Each other circling chase."_--KEBLE.
+
+NEW EDITION
+
+          =New York=
+          THE MACMILLAN COMPANY
+          LONDON: MACMILLAN & CO., Ltd.
+          1906
+
+New edition September, 1906.
+
+
+
+
+CONTENTS.
+
+
+CHAPTER I.
+
+                                            PAGE
+  MOTHER BUNCH                                 1
+
+  CHAPTER II.
+  VISITORS FROM THE SOUTH SEAS.               14
+
+  CHAPTER III.
+  ITALY                                       36
+
+  CHAPTER IV.
+  GREENLAND                                   43
+
+  CHAPTER V.
+  TYROL                                       50
+
+  CHAPTER VI.
+  AFRICA                                      57
+
+  CHAPTER VII.
+  LAPLANDERS                                  63
+
+  CHAPTER VIII.
+  CHINA                                       70
+
+  CHAPTER IX.
+  KAMSCHATKA                                  79
+
+  CHAPTER X.
+  THE TURK                                    83
+
+  CHAPTER XI.
+  SWITZERLAND                                 96
+
+  CHAPTER XII.
+  THE COSSACK                                102
+
+  CHAPTER XIII.
+  SPAIN                                      108
+
+  CHAPTER XIV.
+  GERMANY                                    114
+
+  CHAPTER XV.
+  PARIS IN THE SIEGE                         120
+
+  CHAPTER XVI.
+  THE AMERICAN GUEST                         126
+
+  CHAPTER XVII.
+  THE DREAM OF ALL NATIONS                   137
+
+
+
+
+LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS.
+
+
+                                                        PAGE
+
+  "I'M LOOKING AT THE GREAT BIG GLOBE THAT UNCLE JOE
+     SAID I MIGHT TOUCH," SAID LUCY                  _Front._
+
+  "DO PLEASE SIT DOWN, THERE'S A GOOD MOTHER BUNCH,
+     AND TELL ME ALL ABOUT THEM?"                        19
+
+  LUCY HAD A GREAT SNEEZING FIT, AND WHEN SHE LOOKED
+     AGAIN INTO THE SMOKE, WHAT DID SHE SEE BUT TWO
+     LITTLE BLACK FIGURES                                23
+
+  "I'M SO GLAD TO SEE YOU: HUSH, DON! DON'T BARK SO"     26
+
+  "I CAN EAT MUCH BETTER WITHOUT," SAID LAVO             31
+
+  LAVO HAD CLIMBED UP THE SIDE OF THE DOOR, AND WAS
+     SITTING ASTRIDE ON THE TOP OF IT                    34
+
+  "AH! CECCO, CECCO!" CRIED THE LITTLE GIRL, PAUSING
+     AS SHE BEAT HER TAMBOURINE                          39
+
+  "IS THAT THE WAY YOU GET FISH?" SHE ASKED              46
+
+  "HELP ME: I'M AFRAID," SAID LUCY                       53
+
+  HARK! THERE'S A CRY, AND OUT JUMPS A LITTLE BLACK
+     FIGURE, WITH A STOUT CLUB IN HIS HAND               59
+
+  AND HERE BESIDE HER WAS A LITTLE FELLOW WITH A
+     BOW AND ARROWS SUCH AS SHE HAD NEVER SEEN
+     BEFORE                                              65
+
+  "IS IT NOT GOOD?" SAID THE LITTLE HOSTESS              73
+
+  WHISKING OVER THE SNOW, WITH ALL HER MIGHT AND
+     MAIN, MUFFLED UP IN CLOAKS AND FURS                 78
+
+  "MARRIED! OH NO, YOU ARE JOKING"                       87
+
+  "I WILL SHOW YOU WHERE YOU LIVE--THIS IS
+     CONSTANTINOPLE"                                     93
+
+  "I CUT IT OUT WITH MY KNIFE; ALL MYSELF"               99
+
+  WHILE HE JERKED OUT HIS ARMS AND LEGS AS IF THEY
+     WERE PULLED BY STRINGS                             103
+
+  "SEE NOW," CRIED THE SPANIARD; "STAND THERE! AH!
+     HAVE YOU NO CASTANETS?"                            111
+
+  "WHAT ARE YOU ABOUT, LITTLE BOY?"                     115
+
+  "AH! MADEMOISELLE, GOOD MORNING; ARE YOU COME HERE
+     TO TAKE SHELTER FROM THE SHELLS?"                  122
+
+  "WHAT CAN THAT BE, COMING AT THIS TIME OF DAY?"       127
+
+  "GOOD MORNING, WHERE DO YOU COME FROM?"               130
+
+  OH! SUCH A DIN                                        136
+
+
+
+
+LITTLE LUCY'S WONDERFUL GLOBE.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER I.
+
+MOTHER BUNCH.
+
+
+THERE was once a wonderful fortnight in little Lucy's life. One evening
+she went to bed very tired and cross and hot, and in the morning when
+she looked at her arms and legs they were all covered with red spots,
+rather pretty to look at, only they were dry and prickly.
+
+Nurse was frightened when she looked at them. She turned all the little
+sisters out of the night nursery, covered Lucy up close, and ordered
+her not to stir, certainly not to go into her bath. Then there was a
+whispering and a running about, and Lucy was half alarmed, but more
+pleased at being so important, for she did not feel at all ill, and
+quite enjoyed the tea and toast that Nurse brought up to her. Just as
+she was beginning to think it rather tiresome to lie there with nothing
+to do, except to watch the flies buzzing about, there was a step on the
+stairs and up came the doctor. He was an old friend, very good-natured,
+and he made fun with Lucy about having turned into a spotted leopard,
+just like the cowry shell on Mrs. Bunker's mantelpiece. Indeed, he said
+he thought she was such a curiosity that Mrs. Bunker would come for her
+and set her up in the museum, and then he went away. Suppose, oh,
+suppose she did!
+
+Mrs. Bunker, or Mother Bunch, as Lucy and her brothers and sisters
+called her, was housekeeper to their Uncle Joseph. He was really their
+great uncle, and they thought him any age you can imagine. They would
+not have been much surprised to hear that he had sailed with Christopher
+Columbus, though he was a strong, hale, active man, much less easily
+tired than their own papa. He had been a ship's surgeon in his younger
+days, and had sailed all over the world, and collected all sorts of
+curious things, besides which he was a very wise and learned man, and
+had made some great discovery. It was _not_ America. Lucy knew that her
+elder brother understood what it was, but it was not worth troubling her
+head about, only somehow it made ships go safer, and so he had had a
+pension given him as a reward; and had come home and bought a house
+about a mile out of the town, and built up a high room to look at the
+stars from with his telescope, and another to try his experiments in,
+and a long one besides for his museum; yet, after all, he was not much
+there, for whenever there was anything wonderful to be seen, he always
+went off to look at it and; whenever there was a meeting of learned
+men--scientific men was the right word--they always wanted him to help
+them make speeches and show wonders. He was away now: he had gone away
+to wear a red cross on his arm, and help to take care of the wounded in
+the sad war between the French and Germans.
+
+But he had left Mother Bunch behind him. Nobody knew exactly what was
+Mrs. Bunker's nation, indeed she could hardly be said to have had any,
+for she had been born at sea, and had been a sailor's wife; but whether
+she was mostly English, Dutch, or Danish, nobody knew and nobody cared.
+Her husband had been lost at sea, and Uncle Joseph had taken her to look
+after his house, and always said she was the only woman who had sense
+and discretion enough ever to go into his laboratory or dust his museum.
+
+She was very kind and good-natured, and there was nothing that the
+children liked better than a walk to Uncle Joseph's, and, after a game
+at play in the garden, a tea-drinking with her--such quantities of
+sugar! such curious cakes made in the fashion of different countries!
+such funny preserves from all parts of the world! and more delightful to
+people who considered that looking and hearing was better sport than
+eating, and that the tongue is not _only_ meant to taste with, such
+cupboards and drawers full of wonderful things, such stories about them!
+The lesser ones liked Mrs. Bunker's room better than Uncle Joseph's
+museum, where there were some big stuffed beasts with glaring eyes that
+frightened them, and they had to walk round with hands behind, that they
+might not touch anything, or else their uncle's voice was sure to call
+out gruffly, "Paws off!"
+
+Mrs. Bunker was not a bit like the smart housekeepers at other houses.
+To be sure, on Sundays she came out in a black silk gown with a little
+flounce at the bottom, a scarlet China crape shawl with a blue dragon
+upon it--his wings over her back, and a claw over each shoulder, so
+that whoever sat behind her in church was terribly distracted by trying
+to see the rest of him--and a very big yellow Tuscan bonnet, trimmed
+with sailor's blue ribbon; but in the week and about the house she wore
+a green stuff, with a brown holland apron and bib over it, quite
+straight all the way down, for she had no particular waist, and her
+hair, which was of a funny kind of flaxen grey, she bundled up and tied
+round, without any cap or anything else on her head. One of the little
+boys had once called her Mother Bunch, because of her stories; and the
+name fitted her so well that the whole family, and even her master, took
+it up.
+
+Lucy was very fond of her; but when about an hour after the doctor's
+visit she was waked by a rustling and a lumbering on the stairs, and
+presently the door opened, and the second best big bonnet--the
+go-to-market bonnet with the turned ribbons--came into the room with
+Mother Bunch's face under it, and the good-natured voice told her she
+was to be carried to Uncle Joseph's and have oranges and tamarinds, she
+did begin to feel like the spotted cowry, to think about being set on
+the chimney-piece, to cry, and say she wanted Mamma.
+
+The Nurse and Mother Bunch began to comfort her, and explain that the
+doctor thought she had the scarlatina; not at all badly; but that if any
+of the others caught it, nobody could guess how bad they would be;
+especially Mamma, who had just been ill; and so she was to be rolled up
+in her blankets, and put into a carriage, and taken to her uncle's; and
+there she would stay till she was not only well, but could safely come
+home without carrying infection about with her.
+
+Lucy was a good little girl, and knew that she must bear it; so, though
+she could not help crying a little when she found she must not kiss any
+one, nay not even see them, and that nobody might go with her but
+Lonicera, her own washing doll, she made up her mind bravely; and she
+was a good deal cheered when Clare, the biggest and best of all the
+dolls, was sent in to her, with all her clothes, by Maude, her eldest
+sister, to be her companion,--it was such an honour and so very kind of
+Maude that it quite warmed the sad little heart.
+
+So Lucy had her little scarlet flannel dressing gown on, and her shoes
+and stockings, and a wonderful old knitted hood with a tippet to it, and
+then she was rolled round and round in all her bed-clothes, and Mrs.
+Bunker took her up like a very big baby, not letting any one else touch
+her. How Mrs. Bunker got safe down all the stairs no one can tell, but
+she did, and into the fly, and there poor little Lucy looked back and
+saw at the windows Mamma's face, and Papa's, and Maude's, and all the
+rest, all nodding and smiling to her, but Maude was crying all the time,
+and perhaps Mamma was too.
+
+The journey seemed very long; and Lucy was really tired when she was
+put down at last in a big bed, nicely warmed for her, and with a bright
+fire in the room. As soon as she had had some beef-tea, she went off
+soundly to sleep, and only woke to drink tea, and administer supper to
+the dolls, and put them to sleep.
+
+The next evening she was sitting up by the fire, and on the fourth day
+she was running about the house as if nothing had ever been the matter
+with her, but she was not to go home for a fortnight; and being wet,
+cold, dull weather, it was not always easy to amuse herself. She had her
+dolls, to be sure, and the little dog Don, to play with, and sometimes
+Mrs. Bunker would let her make funny things with the dough, or stone the
+raisins, or even help make a pudding; but still there was a good deal of
+time on her hands. She had only two books with her, and the rash had
+made her eyes weak, so that she did not much like reading them. The
+notes that every one wrote from home were quite enough for her. What
+she liked best--that is, when Mrs. Bunker could not attend to her--was
+to wander about the museum, explaining the things to the dolls: "That is
+a crocodile, Lonicera; it eats people up, and has a little bird to pick
+its teeth. Look, Clare, that bony thing is a skeleton--the skeleton of a
+lizard. Paws off, my dear; mustn't touch. That's amber, just like barley
+sugar, only not so nice; people make necklaces of it. There's a poor
+little dead fly inside. Those are the dear delightful humming-birds;
+look at their crests, just like Mamma's jewels. See the shells; aren't
+they beauties? People get pearls out of those great flat ones, and dive
+all down to the bottom of the sea after them; mustn't touch, my dear,
+only look; paws off."
+
+One would think Clare's curved fingers all in one piece, and Lonicera's
+blue leather hands had been very movable and mischievous, judging by the
+number of times this warning came; but of course it was Lucy herself who
+wanted it most, for her own little plump, pinky hands did almost tingle
+to handle and turn round those pretty shells. She wanted to know whether
+the amber tasted like barley-sugar as it looked, and there was a little
+musk deer, no bigger than Don, whom she longed to stroke, or still
+better to let Lonicera ride; but she was a good little girl, and had
+real sense of honour, which never betrays a trust, so she never laid a
+finger on anything but what Uncle Joe had once given all free leave to
+move.
+
+This was a very big pair of globes--bigger than globes commonly are now,
+and with more frames round them--one great flat one, with odd names
+painted on it, and another brass one, nearly upright, going half-way
+round from top to bottom, and with the globe hung upon it by two pins,
+which Lucy's elder sisters called the poles, or the ends of the axis.
+The huge round balls went very easily with a slight touch, and there was
+something very charming in making them go whisk, whisk, whisk; now
+faster, now slower, now spinning so quickly that nothing on them could
+be seen, now turning slowly and gradually over and showing all that was
+on them.
+
+The mere twirling was quite enough for Lucy at first, but soon she liked
+to look at what was on them. One she thought much more entertaining than
+the other. It was covered with wonderful creatures: one bear was
+fastened by his long tail to the pole; another bigger one was trotting
+round; a snake was coiling about anywhere; a lady stood disconsolate
+against a rock; another sat in a chair; a giant sprawled with a club in
+one hand and a lion's skin in the other; a big dog and a little dog
+stood on their hind legs; a lion seemed just about to spring on a young
+maiden's head; and all were thickly spotted over, just as if they had
+Lucy's rash, with stars big and little: and still more strange, her
+brothers declared these were the stars in the sky, and this was the way
+people found their road at sea; but if Lucy asked how, they always said
+she was not big enough to understand, and it had not occurred to Lucy
+to ask whether the truth was not that they were not big enough to
+explain.
+
+The other globe was all in pale green, with pink and yellow outlines on
+it, and quantities of names. Lucy had had to learn some of these names
+for her geography, and she did not want to think of lessons now, so she
+rather kept out of the way of looking at it at first, till she had
+really grown tired of all the odd men and women and creatures upon the
+celestial sphere; but by and by she began to roll the other by way of
+variety.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER II.
+
+VISITORS FROM THE SOUTH SEAS.
+
+
+"MISS Lucy, you're as quiet as a mouse. Not in any mischief?" said Mrs.
+Bunker, looking into the museum; "why, what are you doing there?"
+
+"I'm looking at the great big globe, that Uncle Joe said I might touch,"
+said Lucy: "here are all the names just like my lesson book at home;
+Europe, Asia, Africa, and America."
+
+"Why, bless the child! where else should they be? There be all the
+oceans and seas besides that I've crossed over, many's the time, with
+poor Ben Bunker, who was last seen off Cape Hatteras."
+
+"What, all these great green places, with Atlantic and Pacific on them;
+you don't really mean that you've sailed over them! I should like to
+make a midge do it in a husk of hemp-seed! How could you, Mother Bunch?
+You are not small enough."
+
+"Ho! ho!" said the housekeeper, laughing; "does the child think I sailed
+on that very globe there?"
+
+"I know one learns names," said Lucy; "but is it real?"
+
+"Real! Why, Missie, don't you see it's a sort of a picture? There's your
+photograph now, it's not as big as you, but it shows you; and so a
+chart, or a map, or a globe, is just a picture of the shapes of the
+coast-line of the land and the sea, and the rivers in them, and
+mountains, and the like. Look you here:" and she made Lucy stand on a
+chair and look at a map of her own town that was hanging against the
+wall, showing her all the chief buildings, the churches, streets, the
+town hall, and market cross, and at last helping her to find her own
+Papa's house.
+
+When Lucy had traced all the corners she had to turn in going from home
+to Uncle Joe's, and had even found little frizzles for the five
+lime-trees before the Vicarage, she understood that the map was a small
+picture of the situation of the buildings in the town, and thought she
+could find her way to some new place, suppose she studied it well.
+
+Then Mrs. Bunker showed her a big map of the whole country, and there
+Lucy found the river, and the roads, and the names of the villages near,
+as she had seen or heard of them; and she began to understand that a map
+or globe really brought distant places into an exceedingly small
+picture, and that where she saw a name and a spot she was to think of
+houses and churches; that a branching black line was a flowing river
+full of water; a curve in, a pretty bay shut in with rocks and hills; a
+point jutting out, generally a steep rock with a lighthouse on it.
+
+"And all these places are countries, Bunchey, are they, with fields and
+houses like ours?"
+
+"Houses, ay, and fields, but not always so very like ours, Miss Lucy."
+
+"And are there little children, boys and girls, in them all?"
+
+"To be sure there are, else how would the world go on? Why, I've seen
+'em by swarms, white or brown or black, running down to the shore, as
+sure as the vessel cast anchor; and whatever colour they were, you might
+be sure of two things, Miss Lucy, that they were all alike in."
+
+"Oh, what, Mrs. Bunker?"
+
+"Why, in plenty of noise for one, and the other for wanting all they
+could get to eat. But they were little darlings, some of them, if I only
+could have got at them to make them a bit nicer. Some of them looked for
+all the world like the little bronze images Master has got in the
+museum, brought from Italy, and hadn't a rag more clothing neither. They
+were in India. Dear, dear, to see them tumble about in the surf!"
+
+"O, what fun! what fun! I wish I could see them. Suppose I could."
+
+"You would be right glad, Missie, I can tell you, if you had been three
+or four months aboard with nothing but dry biscuits and salt junk, and
+may be a tin of preserved vegetables just to keep it wholesome, to see
+the black fellows come grinning alongside with their boats and canoes
+all full of oranges and limes and shaddocks and cocoa-nuts. Doesn't
+one's mouth fairly water for them?"
+
+"Do please sit down, there's a good Mother Bunch, and tell me all about
+them? Come, suppose you do."
+
+"Suppose I did, Miss Lucy, and where would your poor uncle's preserved
+ginger be, that no one knows from real West Indian?"
+
+[Illustration: "Do please sit down, there's a good Mother Bunch, and
+tell me all about them."
+
+_Page 18._]
+
+"Oh, let me come into your room, and you can tell me all the time you
+are doing the ginger."
+
+"It is very hot there, Missie."
+
+"That will be more like some of the places. I'll suppose I'm there!
+Look, Mrs. Bunker, here's a whole green sea, all over the tiniest little
+dots. There can't be people in them."
+
+"Dots? You'd hardly see all over one of those dots if you were in one.
+That's the South Sea Miss Lucy, and those are the loveliest isles,
+except, may be, the West Indies, that ever I saw."
+
+"Tell me about them, please," entreated Lucy "Here's one; its name
+is--is Ysabel--such a little wee one."
+
+[Illustration: Lucy had a great sneezing fit, and when she looked again
+into the smoke, what did she see but two little black figures.
+
+_Page 22._]
+
+"I can't tell you much of those South Sea Isles, Missie, being that I
+only made one voyage among them, when Bunker chartered the _Penguin_ for
+the sandal-wood trade; and we did not touch at many, being that the
+natives were fierce and savage, and made nothing of coming down with
+arrows and spears at a boat's crew. So we only went to such islands as
+the missionaries had been at, and got the people to be more civil and
+conformable."
+
+"Tell me all about it," said Lucy, following the old woman hither and
+thither as she bustled about, talking all the time, and stirring her pan
+of ginger over the hot plate.
+
+How it happened, it is not easy to say; the room was very warm, and
+Mother Bunch went on talking as she stirred, and a steam rose up, and by
+and by it seemed to Lucy that she had a great sneezing fit, and when she
+looked again into the smoke, what did she see but two little black
+figures, faces, heads, and feet all black, but with an odd sort of white
+garment round their waists, and some fine red and green feathers
+sticking out of their woolly heads.
+
+"Mrs. Bunker, Mrs. Bunker," she cried, "what's this? who are these ugly
+figures?"
+
+[Illustration: "I am so glad to see you. Hush, Don! don't bark so!"
+
+_Page 27._]
+
+"Ugly!" said the foremost; and though it must have been some strange
+language, it sounded like English to Lucy. "Is that the way little
+white girl speaks to boy and girl that have come all the way from Ysabel
+to see her?"
+
+"Oh, indeed! little Ysabel boy, I beg your pardon. I didn't know you
+were real, nor that you could understand me! I am so glad to see you.
+Hush, Don! don't bark so!"
+
+"Pig, pig, I never heard a pig squeak like that," said the black
+stranger.
+
+"Pig! It is a little dog. Have you no dogs in your country?"
+
+"Pigs go on four legs. That must be pig."
+
+"What, you have nothing that goes on four legs but a pig! What do you
+eat, then, besides pig?"
+
+"Yams, cocoa-nut, fish--oh, so good, and put pig into hole among hot
+stones, make a fire over, bake so nice!"
+
+"You shall have some of my tea and see if that is as nice," said Lucy.
+"What a funny dress you have; what is it made of?"
+
+"Tapa cloth," said the little girl. "We get the bark off the tree, and
+then we go hammer, hammer, thump, thump, till all the hard thick stuff
+comes off;" and Lucy, looking near, saw that the substance was really
+all a lacework of fibre, about as close as the net of Nurse's caps.
+
+"Is that all your clothes?" she asked.
+
+"Yes, till I am a warrior," said the boy; "then they will tattoo my
+forehead, and arms, and breast, and legs."
+
+"Tattoo! what's that?"
+
+"Make little holes, and lines all over the skin with a sharp shell, and
+rub in juice that turns it all to blue and purple lines."
+
+"But doesn't it hurt dreadfully?" asked Lucy.
+
+"Hurt! to be sure it does, but that will show that I am brave. When
+Father comes home from the war, he paints himself white."
+
+"White!"
+
+"With lime made by burning coral, and he jumps and dances and shouts: I
+shall go to the war one of these days."
+
+"Oh no, don't!" said Lucy, "it is horrid."
+
+The boy laughed, but the little girl whispered, "Good white men say so.
+Some day Lavo will go and learn, and leave off fighting."
+
+Lavo shook his head. "No, not yet; I will be brave chief and warrior
+first,--bring home many heads of enemies."
+
+"I--I think it nice to be quiet," said Lucy; "and--and--won't you have
+some dinner?"
+
+"Have you baked a pig?" asked Lavo.
+
+"I think this is mutton," said Lucy, when the dish came up,--"it is
+sheep's flesh."
+
+Lavo and his sister had no notion what sheep were. They wanted to sit
+cross-legged on the floor, but Lucy made each of them sit in a chair
+properly; but then they shocked her by picking up the mutton-chops and
+stuffing them into their mouths with their fingers.
+
+"Look here!" and she showed the knives and forks.
+
+"Oh!" cried Lavo, "what good spikes to catch fish with! and
+knife--knife--I'll kill foes! much better than shell knife."
+
+[Illustration: "I can eat much better without," said Lavo.
+
+_Page 30._]
+
+"And I'll dig yams," said the sister.
+
+"Oh no!" entreated Lucy, "we have spades to dig with, soldiers have
+swords to fight with, these are to eat with."
+
+"I can eat much better without," said Lavo, but to please Lucy his
+sister did try; slashing hard away with her knife, and digging her fork
+straight into a bit of meat. Then she very nearly ran it into her eye,
+and Lucy, who knew it was not good manners to laugh, was very near
+choking herself. And at last, saying the knife and fork were "great
+good--great good; but none for eating," they stuck them through the
+great tortoiseshell rings they had in their ears and noses. Lucy was
+distressed about Uncle Joseph's knives and forks, which she knew she
+ought not to give away; but while she was looking about for Mrs. Bunker
+to interfere, Don seemed to think it his business, and began to growl
+and fly at the little black legs.
+
+[Illustration: Lavo had climbed up the side of the door, and was sitting
+astride on the top of it.
+
+_Page 35._]
+
+"A tree, a tree!" cried the Ysabelites, "where's a tree?" and while
+they spoke, Lavo had climbed up the side of the door, and was sitting
+astride on the top of it, grinning down at the dog, and his sister had
+her feet on the lock, going up after him.
+
+"Tree houses," they cried; "there we are safe from our enemies."
+
+And Lucy found rising before her, instead of her own nursery, a huge
+tree, on the top of a mound.[1] Basket-work had been woven between the
+branches to make floors, and on these were huts of bamboo cane; there
+were ladders hanging down made of strong creepers twisted together, and
+above and around the cries of cockatoos and parrots and the chirp of
+grasshoppers rang in her ears. She laid hold of the ladder of creeping
+plants and began to climb, but soon her head swam, she grew giddy, and
+called out to Lavo to help her. Then suddenly she found herself curled
+up in Mrs. Bunker's big beehive chair, and she wondered whether she had
+been asleep.
+
+FOOTNOTE:
+
+[1] See the _Net_, June 1, 1867.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER III.
+
+ITALY.
+
+
+"SUPPOSE and suppose I could have such another funny dream," said Lucy.
+"Mother Bunch, have you ever been to Italy?" and she put her finger on
+the long leg and foot, kicking at three-cornered Sicily.
+
+"Yes, Missie, that I have; come out of this cold room and I'll tell
+you."
+
+Lucy was soon curled in her chair; but no, she wasn't! she was under
+such a blue, blue sky, as she had never dreamt of: clear sharp purple
+hills rose up against it. There was a clear rippling little fountain,
+bursting out of a rock, carved with old, old carvings, broken now and
+defaced, but shadowed over by lovely maidenhair fern and trailing
+bindweed; and in a niche above a little roof, sheltering a figure of the
+Blessed Virgin. Some way off stood a long low house propped up against
+the rich yellow stone walls and pillars of another old, old building,
+and with a great chestnut-tree shadowing over it. It had a balcony, and
+the gable end was open, and full of big yellow pumpkins and clusters of
+grapes hung up to dry, and some goats were feeding round.
+
+Then came a merry, merry voice singing something about _la vendemmia_;
+and though Lucy had never learnt Italian, her wonderful dream knowledge
+made her sure that this meant the vintage, the grape-gathering; and
+presently there came along a little girl dancing and beating a
+tambourine, with a basket fastened to her back, filled to overflowing
+with big, beautiful bunches of grapes: and a whole party of other
+children, all loaded with as many grapes as they could carry, came
+leaping and singing after her; their black hair loose, or sometimes
+twisted with vine-leaves; their big black eyes dancing with merriment,
+and their bare brown legs with glee.
+
+[Illustration: "Ah! Cecco, Cecco!" cried the little girl, pausing as she
+beat her tambourine.
+
+_Page 38._]
+
+"Ah! Cecco, Cecco!" cried the little girl, pausing as she beat her
+tambourine, "here's a stranger who has no grapes; give them here!"
+
+"But," said Lucy, "aren't they your Mamma's grapes; may you give them
+away?"
+
+"Ah, ah! 'tis the _vendemmia_! all may eat grapes; as much as they will.
+See, there's the vineyard."
+
+Lucy saw on the slope of the hill above the cottage long poles such as
+hops grow upon, and vines trained about hither and thither in long
+festoons, with leaves growing purple with autumn, and clusters hanging
+down. Men in shady battered hats, bright sashes and braces, and white
+shirt sleeves, and women with handkerchiefs folded square over their
+heads, were cutting the grapes down, and piling them up in baskets;
+and a low cart drawn by two mouse-coloured oxen, with enormous wide
+horns and gentle-looking eyes, was waiting to be loaded with the
+baskets.
+
+"To the wine-press! to the press!" shouted the children, who were
+politeness itself and wanted to show her everything.
+
+The wine-press was a great marble trough with pipes leading off into
+other vessels around. Into it went the grapes, and in the midst were men
+and boys and little children, all with bare feet and legs up to the
+knees, dancing and leaping, and bounding and skipping upon the grapes,
+while the red juice covered their brown skins.
+
+"Come in, come in; you don't know how charming it is!" cried Cecco. "It
+is the best time of all the year, the dear vintage; come and tread the
+grapes."
+
+"But you must take off your shoes and stockings," said his sister,
+Nunziata; "we never wear them but on Sundays and holidays."
+
+Lucy was not sure that she might, but the children looked so joyous, and
+it seemed to be such fun, that she began fumbling with the buttons of
+her boots, and while she was doing it she opened her eyes, and found
+that her beautiful bunch of grapes was only the cushion in the bottom of
+Mother Bunch's chair.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER IV.
+
+GREENLAND.
+
+
+"SUPPOSE and suppose I tried what the very cold countries are like!"
+
+And Lucy bent over the globe till she was nearly ready to cut her head
+off with the brass meridian, as she looked at the long jagged tongue,
+with no particular top to it, hanging down on the east side of America.
+Perhaps it was the making herself so cold that did it, but she found
+herself in the midst of snow, snow, snow. All was snow except the sea,
+and that was a deep green, and in it were monstrous floating white
+things, pinnacled all over like the Cathedral, and as big, and with
+hollows in them of glorious deep blue and green, like jewels; Lucy knew
+they were icebergs. A sort of fringe of these cliffs of ice hemmed in
+the shore. And on one of them stood what she thought at first was a
+little brown bear, for the light was odd, the sun was so very low down,
+and there was so much glare from the snow that it seemed unnatural.
+However, before she had time to be afraid of the bear, she saw that it
+was really a little boy, with a hood and coat and leggings all of thick,
+thick fur, and a spear in his hand, with which he every now and then
+made a dash at a fish,--great cod fish, such as Mamma had, with oysters,
+when there was a dinner-party.
+
+Into them went his spear, up came the poor fish, and was strung with
+some others on a string the boy carried. Lucy crept up as well as she
+could on the slippery ice, and the little Esquimaux stared at her with a
+kind of stupid surprise.
+
+[Illustration: "Is that the way you get fish?" she asked.
+
+_Page 47._]
+
+"Is that the way you get fish?" she asked.
+
+"Yes, and seals; Father gets them," he said.
+
+"Oh, what's that, swimming out there?"
+
+"That's a white bear," he said, coolly; "we had better get home."
+
+Lucy thought so indeed; only where was home? that puzzled her. However,
+she trotted along by the side of her companion, and presently came to
+what might have been an enormous snowball, but there was a hole in it.
+Yes, it was hollow; and as her companion made for the opening, she saw
+more little stout figures rolled up in furs inside. Then she perceived
+that it was a house built up of blocks of snow, arranged so as to make
+the shape of a beehive, all frozen together, and with a window of ice.
+It made her shiver to think of going in, but she thought the white bear
+might come after her, and in she went. Even her little head had to bend
+under the low doorway, and behold it was the very closest, stuffiest, if
+not the hottest place she had ever been in! There was a kind of lamp
+burning in the hut; that is, a wick was floating in some oil, but there
+was no glass, such as Lucy had been apt to think the chief part of a
+lamp, and all round it squatted upon skins these queer little stumpy
+figures, dressed so much alike that there was no knowing the men from
+the women, except that the women had much the biggest boots, and used
+them instead of pockets, and they had their babies in bags of skin upon
+their backs.
+
+They seemed to be kind people, for they made room by their lamp for the
+little girl, and asked her where she had been wrecked, and then one of
+the women cut off a great lump of raw something--was it a walrus, with
+that round head and big tusks?--and held it up to her; and when Lucy
+shook her head and said, "No, thank you," as civilly as she could, the
+woman tore it in two, and handed a lump over her shoulder to her baby,
+who began to gnaw it. Then her first friend, the little boy, hoping to
+please her better, offered her some drink. Ah! it was oil, just like
+the oil that was burning in the lamp!--horrid train-oil from the whales!
+She could not help shaking her head, so much that she woke herself up!
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER V
+
+TYROL.
+
+
+"SUPPOSE and suppose I could see where that dear little black chamois
+horn came from! But Mother Bunch can't tell me about that I'm afraid,
+for she always went by sea, and here's the Tyrol without one bit of sea
+near it. It's just one of the strings to the great knot of mountains
+that tie Europe up in the middle. Oh! what is a mountain like?"
+
+Then suddenly came on Lucy's ears a loud blast like a trumpet; another
+answered it farther off, another fainter still, and as she started up
+she found she was standing on a little shelf of green grass with steep
+slopes of stones and rock above, below, and around her; and rising up
+all round huge, tall hills, their smooth slopes green and grassy, but in
+the steep places, all steep, stern cliff and precipice, and as they were
+seen further away they were of a beautiful purple, like a thunder-cloud.
+Close to Lucy grew blue gentians like those in Mamma's garden, and
+Alpine roses, and black orchises; but she did not know how to come down,
+and was getting rather frightened when a clear little voice said,
+"Little lady, have you lost your way? Wait till the evening hymn is
+over, and I'll come and help you;" and then Lucy stood and listened,
+while from all the peaks whence the horns had been blown there came the
+strong sweet sound of an evening hymn, all joining together, while there
+arose distant echoes of others farther away. When it was over, one shout
+of "Jodel" echoed from each point, and then all was still except for the
+tinkling of a little cow-bell. "That's the way we wish each other good
+night," said the little girl, as the shadows mounted high on the tops of
+the mountains, leaving them only peaks of rosy light. "Now come to the
+châlet, and sister Rose will give you some milk."
+
+[Illustration: "Help me, I'm afraid," said Lucy.
+
+_Page 52._]
+
+"Help me. I'm afraid," said Lucy.
+
+"That is nothing," said the mountain maiden springing up to her like a
+kid, in spite of her great heavy shoes; "you should see the places
+Father and Seppel climb when they hunt the chamois."
+
+"What is your name?" asked Lucy, who much liked the looks of her little
+companion in her broad straw hat, with a bunch of Alpine roses in it,
+her thick striped frock, and white body and sleeves, braced with black
+ribbon; it was such a pleasant, fresh, open face, with such rosy cheeks
+and kindly blue eyes, that Lucy felt quite at home.
+
+"I am little Katherl. This is the first time I have come up with Rose to
+the châlet, for I am big enough to milk the cows now. Ah! do you see
+Ilse, the black one with a white tuft? She is our leading cow, and she
+knows it, the darling. She never lets the others get into dangerous
+places they cannot come off; she leads them home, at a sound of the
+horn; and when we go back to the village, she will lead the herd with a
+nosegay on the point of each horn, and a wreath round her neck. The men
+will come up and fetch us, Seppel and all; and may be Seppel will bring
+the medal for shooting with the rifle."
+
+"But what do you do up here?"
+
+"We girls go up for the summer with the cows to the pastures, the grass
+is so rich and good on the mountains, and we make butter and cheese.
+Wait, and you shall taste. Sit down on that stone."
+
+Lucy was glad to hear this promise, for the fresh mountain air had made
+her hungry. Katherl skipped away towards a house with a projecting
+wooden balcony, and deep eaves, beautifully carved, and came back with a
+slice of bread and delicious butter, and a good piece of cheese, all on
+a wooden platter, and a little bowl of new milk. Lucy thought she had
+never tasted anything so nice.
+
+"And now the gracious little lady will rest a little while," said
+Katherl, "whilst I go and help Rosel to strain the milk."
+
+So Lucy waited, but she felt so tired with her scramble that she could
+not help nodding off to sleep, though she would have liked very much to
+have stayed longer with the dear little Tyrolese. But we know by this
+time where she always found herself when she awoke.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER VI.
+
+AFRICA.
+
+
+OH! oh! here is the little dried crocodile come alive, and opening a
+horrible great mouth lined with terrible teeth at her.
+
+No, he is no longer in the museum; he is in a broad river, yellow,
+heavy, and thick with mud; the borders are crowded with enormous reeds
+and rushes; there is no getting through; no breaking away from him; here
+he comes; horrid, horrid beast! Oh, how could Lucy have been so foolish
+as to want to travel in Africa up to the higher parts of the Nile? How
+will she ever get back again? He will gobble her up, her and Clare, who
+was trusted to her, and whatever will Mamma and sister do?
+
+[Illustration: Hark! There's a cry, and out jumps a little black figure,
+with a stout club in his hand.
+
+_Page 58._]
+
+Hark! There's a cry, a great shout, and out jumps a little black figure,
+with a stout club in his hand: smash it goes down on the head of master
+crocodile; the ugly beast is turning over on its back and dying. Then
+Lucy has time to look at the little Negro, and he has time to look at
+her. What a droll figure he is, with his woolly head and thick lips, the
+whites of his eyes and his teeth gleaming so brightly, and his fat
+little black person shining all over, as well it may, for he is rubbed
+from head to foot with castor-oil. There it grows on that bush, with
+broad, beautiful, folded leaves and red stems and the pretty grey and
+black nuts. Lucy only wishes the negroes would keep it all to polish
+themselves with, and not send any home.
+
+She wants to give the little black fellow some reward for saving her
+from the crocodile, and luckily Clare has on her long necklace of blue
+glass beads. She puts it into his hand, and he twists it round his
+black wool, and cuts such dances and capers for joy that Lucy can hardly
+stand for laughing; but the sun shines scorching hot upon her, and she
+gets under the shade of a tall date palm, with big leaves all shooting
+out together at the top, and fine bunches of dates below, all fresh and
+green, not dried like those Papa sometimes gives her at dessert.
+
+The little negro, Tojo, asks if she would like some; he takes her by the
+hand, and leads her into a whole cluster of little round mud huts,
+telling her that he is Tojo, the king's son; she is his little sister,
+and these are all his mothers! Which is his real mother Lucy cannot
+quite make out, for she sees an immense party of black women, all shiny
+and polished, with a great many beads wound round their heads, necks,
+ankles, and wrists; and nothing besides the tiniest short petticoats:
+and all the fattest are the smartest; indeed, they have gourds of milk
+beside them, and are drinking it all day long to keep themselves fat. No
+sooner however is Lucy led in among them, than they all close round,
+some singing and dancing, and others laughing for joy, and crying,
+"Welcome little daughter, from the land of spirits!" and then she finds
+out that they think she is really Tojo's little sister, who died ten
+moons ago, come back again from the grave as a white spirit.
+
+Tojo's own mother, a very fat woman indeed, holds out her arms, as big
+as bed-posts and terribly greasy, gives her a dose of sour milk out of a
+gourd, makes her lie down with her head in her lap, and begins to sing
+to her, till Lucy goes to sleep; and wakes, very glad to see the
+crocodile as brown and hard and immovable as ever; and that odd round
+gourd with a little hole in it, hanging up from the ceiling.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER VII.
+
+LAPLANDERS.
+
+
+"IT shall not be a hot country next time," said Lucy, "though, after
+all, the whale oil was not much worse than the castor oil.--Mother
+Bunch, did your whaler always go to Greenland, and never to any nicer
+place?"
+
+"Well, Missie, once we were driven between foul winds and icebergs up
+into a fiord near North Cape, right at midsummer, and I'll never forget
+what we saw there."
+
+[Illustration: And here beside her was a little fellow with a bow and
+arrows, such as she had never seen before.
+
+_Page 64._]
+
+Lucy was not likely to forget, either, for she found herself standing by
+a narrow inlet of sea, as blue and smooth as a lake, and closely shut
+in, except on the west, with red rocky hills and precipices with
+pine-trees growing on them, except where the bare rock was too steep, or
+where on a somewhat smoother shelf stood a timbered house, with a
+farm-yard and barns all round it. But the odd thing was that the sun was
+where she had never seen him before,--quite in the north, making all the
+shadows come the wrong way. But how came the sun to be visible at all so
+very late? Ah! she knew it now; this was Norway, and there was no night
+at all!
+
+And here beside her was a little fellow with a bow and arrows, such as
+she had never seen before, except in the hands of the little Cupids in
+the pictures in the drawing-room. Mother Bunch had said that the little
+brown boys in India looked like the bronze Cupid who was on the
+mantelshelf, but this little boy was white, or rather sallow-faced, and
+well dressed too, in a tight, round, leather cap, and a dark blue
+kind of shaggy gown with hairy leggings; and what he was shooting at
+was some kind of wild-duck or goose, that came tumbling down heavily
+with the arrow right across its neck.
+
+"There," said the boy, "I'll take that, and sell it to the Norse
+bonder's wife up in the house above there."
+
+"Who are you, then?" said Lucy.
+
+"I'm a Lapp. We live on the hills, where the Norseman has not driven us
+away, and the reindeer find their grass in summer and their moss in
+winter."
+
+"Oh! have you got reindeer? I should so like to see them and to drive in
+a sledge!"
+
+The boy, whose name was Peder, laughed, and said, "You can't go in a
+sledge except when it is winter, with snow and ice to go upon, but I'll
+soon show you a reindeer."
+
+Then he led the way, past the deliciously smelling, whispering
+pine-woods that sheltered the Norwegian homestead, starting a little
+aside when a great, tall, fair-faced, fair-haired Norse farmer came
+striding along, singing some old old song, as he carried a heavy log on
+his shoulder, past a seater or mountain meadow where the girls were
+pasturing their cows, much like Lucy's friends in the Tirol, out upon
+the grey moorland, where there was an odd little cluster of tents
+covered with skins, and droll little, short, stumpy people running about
+them.
+
+Peder gave a curious long cry, put his hand in his pocket, and pulled
+out a lump of salt. Presently, a pair of long horns appeared, then
+another, then a whole herd of the deer with big heads and horns growing
+a good deal forward. The salt was held to them, and a rope was fastened
+to all their horns that they might stand still in a line, while the
+little Lapp women milked them. Peder went up to one of the women, and
+brought back a little cupful for his visitor; it was all that one deer
+gave, but it was so rich as to be almost like drinking cream. He led her
+into one of the tents, but it was very smoky, and not much cleaner than
+the Esquimaux. It is a wonder how Lucy could go to sleep there, but she
+did, heartily wishing herself somewhere else.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER VIII.
+
+CHINA.
+
+
+WAS it the scent of the perfumed tea, a present from an old sailor
+friend, which Mrs. Bunker was putting away, or was it the sight of the
+red jar ornamented with little black-and-gold men, with round caps, long
+petticoats, and pigtails, that caused Lucy next to open her eyes upon a
+cane sofa, with cushions ornamented with figures in coloured silks? The
+floor of the room was of shining inlaid wood; there were beautifully
+woven mats all round; stands made of red lacquer work, and seats of cane
+and bamboo; and there was a round window, through which could be seen a
+beautiful garden, full of flowering shrubs and trees, a clear pond lined
+with coloured tiles in the middle, and over the wall the gilded roof of
+a pagoda, like an umbrella, only all in ridge and furrow, and with a
+little bell at every spoke. Beyond, were beautifully and fantastically
+shaped hills, and a lake below with pleasure boats on it. It was all
+wonderfully like being upon a bowl come to life, and Lucy knew she was
+in China, even before there came into the room, toddling upon her poor
+little tiny feet, a young lady with a small yellow face, little slips of
+eyes sloping upwards from her flat nose, and back hair combed up very
+tight from her face, and twisted up with flowers and ornaments. She had
+ever so many robes on, the edge of one peeping out below the other, and
+at the top a sort of blue China-crape tunic, with very wide loose
+sleeves drooping an immense way from her hands. There was no gathering
+in at the waist, and it reached to her knees, where a still more
+splendid white silk, embroidered, trailed along. She had a big fan in
+her hand, but when she saw the visitor she went up to a beautiful little
+low table, with an ivory frill round it, where stood some dainty,
+delicate tea-cups and saucers. Into one of these she put a little ball,
+about as big as an oak-apple, of tea-leaves; a maid dressed like herself
+poured hot water on it, and handed it on a lacquer-work tray. Lucy took
+it, said, "Thank you," and then waited.
+
+[Illustration: "Is it not good?" said the little hostess.
+
+_Page 72._]
+
+"Is it not good?" said the little hostess.
+
+"It must be! You are the real tea people," said Lucy; "but I was waiting
+for sugar and milk."
+
+"That would spoil it," said the Chinese damsel; "only outer barbarians
+would think of such a thing. And, ah! I see you are one! See, Ki-hi,
+what monstrous feet!"
+
+"They are not bigger than your maid's," said Lucy, rather disgusted.
+"Why are yours so small?"
+
+"Because my mother and nurse took care of me when I was a baby, and
+bound them up that they might not grow big and ugly like the poor
+creatures who have to run about for their husbands, feed silkworms, and
+tend ducks!"
+
+"But shouldn't you like to walk without almost tumbling down?" said
+Lucy.
+
+"No, indeed! Me, a daughter of a mandarin of the blue button! You are a
+mere barbarian to think a lady ought to want to walk. Do you not see
+that I never do anything? Look at my lovely nails."
+
+"I think they are claws," said Lucy; "do you never break them?"
+
+"No; when they are a little longer, I shall wear silver shields for
+them, as my mother does."
+
+"And do you really never work?"
+
+"I should think not," said the young lady, scornfully fanning herself;
+"I leave that to the common folk, who are obliged. Come with me and let
+me lean on you, and I will give you a peep through the lattice, that you
+may see that my father is far above making his daughter work. See,
+there he sits, with his moustachios hanging down to his chin, and his
+tail to his heels, and the blue dragon embroidered on his breast,
+watching while they prepare the hall for a grand dinner. There will be a
+stew of puppy dog, and another of kittens, and birds-nest soup; and then
+the players will come and act a part of the nine-night tragedy, and we
+will look through the lattice. Ah! Father is smoking opium, that he may
+be serene and in good spirits! Does it make your head ache? Ah! that is
+because you are a mere outer barbarian. She is asleep, Ki-hi; lay her on
+the sofa, and let her sleep. How ugly her pale hair is, almost as bad as
+her big feet!"
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER IX.
+
+KAMSCHATKA.
+
+
+[Illustration: Whisking over the snow with all her might and main,
+muffled up in cloaks and furs.
+
+_Page 79._]
+
+LUCY had been disappointed of a drive with the reindeer, and she had
+been telling Don how useful his relations were in other places. Behold,
+she awoke in a wide plain, where as far as her eye could reach there was
+nothing but snow. The few fir-trees that stood in the distance were
+heavily laden; and Lucy herself,--where was she? Going very fast? Yes,
+whisking over the snow with all her might and main, and muffled up in
+cloaks and furs, as indeed was necessary, for her breath froze upon the
+big muffler round her throat, so that it seemed to be standing up in a
+wall; and by her side was a little boy, muffled up quite as close, with
+a cap or rather hood, casing his whole head, his hands gloved in fur up
+to the elbows, and long fur boots. He had an immense long whip in his
+hand, and was flourishing it, and striking with it--at what? They were
+an enormous way off from him, but they really were very big dogs,
+rushing along like the wind, and bearing along with them--what? Lucy's
+ambition--a sledge, a thing without wheels, but gliding along most
+rapidly on the hard snow; flying, flying almost fast enough to take away
+her breath, and leaving birds, foxes, and any creature she saw for one
+instant, far behind. And--what was very odd--the young driver had no
+reins; he shouted at the dogs and now and then threw a stick at them,
+and they quite seemed to understand, and turned when he wanted them.
+Lucy wondered how he or they knew the way, it all seemed such a waste of
+snow; and after feeling at first as if the rapidity of their course
+made her unable to speak, she ventured on gasping out, "Well, I've been
+in an express train, but this beats it! Where are you going?"
+
+"To Petropawlowsky, to change these skins for whisky and coffee, and
+rice," answered the boy.
+
+"What skins are they?" asked Lucy.
+
+"Bears'--big brown bears that Father killed in a cave--and wolves' and
+those of the little ermine and sable that we trap. We get much, much for
+the white ermine and his black tail. Father's coming in another sledge
+with, oh! such a big pile. Don't you hear his dogs yelp? We'll win the
+race yet! Ugh! hoo! hoo! hoo-o-o!--On! on! lazy ones, on, I say! don't
+let the old dogs catch the young!"
+
+Crack, crack, went the whip; the dogs yelped with eagerness,--they don't
+bark, those Northern dogs; the little Kamschatkadale bawled louder and
+louder, and never saw when Lucy rolled off behind, and was left in the
+middle of a huge snowdrift, while he flew on with his load.
+
+Here were his father's dogs overtaking her; picking her--some one
+picking her up. No, it was Don! and here was Mrs. Bunker exclaiming,
+"Well, I never thought to find Miss Lucy in no better a place than on
+Master's old bearskin!"
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER X.
+
+THE TURK.
+
+
+"WHAT a beautiful long necklace, Mrs. Bunker! May I have it for
+Lonicera?"
+
+"You may play with it while you are here, Missie, if you'll take care
+not to break the string, but it is too curious for you to take home and
+lose. It is what they call a Turkish rosary; they say it is made of
+rose-leaves reduced to a paste and squeezed ever so hard together, and
+that the poor ladies that are shut up in the harems have little or
+nothing to do but to run them through their fingers."
+
+"It has a very nice smell," said Lucy, examining the dark brown beads,
+which hung rather loosely on their string, and letting them fall one by
+one through her hands, till of course that happened which she was hoping
+for: she woke on a long low sofa, in the midst of a room all carpet and
+cushions, in bright colours and gorgeous patterns, curling about with no
+particular meaning; and with a window of rich brass lattice-work.
+
+And by her side there was an odd bubbling, that put her in mind of
+blowing the soap-suds into a honey-comb when preparing them for bubble
+blowing; but when she looked round she saw something very unlike the
+long pipes her brother called "churchwardens," or the basin of
+soap-suds. There was a beautifully shaped glass bottle, and into it went
+a long, long twisting tube, like a snake coiled on the floor, and the
+other end of the serpent, instead of a head, had an amber mouth-piece
+which went between a pair of lips. Lucy knew it for a hubble-bubble or
+narghilhe, and saw that the lips were in a brown face, with big black
+eyes, round which dark bluish circles were drawn. The jet-black hair was
+carefully braided with jewels, and over it was thrown a great
+rose-coloured gauze veil; there was a loose purple satin sort of pelisse
+over a white silk embroidered vest, tied in with a sash, striped with
+all manner of colours, also immense wide white muslin trousers, out of
+which peeped a pair of brown bare feet, which, however, had a splendid
+pair of slippers curled up at the toes.
+
+The owner seemed to be very little older than Lucy, and sat gravely
+looking at her for a little while, then clapped her hands. A black woman
+came, and the young Turkish maiden said, "Bring coffee for the little
+Frank lady."
+
+So a tiny table of mother-of-pearl was brought, and on it some exquisite
+little striped porcelain cups, standing not in saucers, but in silver
+filigree cups into which they exactly fitted. Lucy remembered her
+Chinese experience, and did not venture to ask for milk or sugar, but
+she found that the real Turkish coffee was so pure and delicate that she
+could bear to drink it without.
+
+[Illustration: "Married! Oh, no, you are joking."
+
+_Page 86._]
+
+"Where are your jewels?" then asked the little hostess.
+
+"I'm not old enough to have any?"
+
+"How old are you?"
+
+"Nine."
+
+"Nine! I'm only ten, and I shall be married next week----"
+
+"Married! Oh, no, you are joking."
+
+"Yes, I shall. Selim Bey has paid my father the dowry for me, and I
+shall be taken to his house next week."
+
+"And I suppose you like him very much."
+
+"He looks big and tall," said the child with exultation. "I saw him
+riding when I went with my mother to the Sweet Waters. 'Amina,' she
+said, 'there is your lord, in the Frankish coat--with the white horse.'"
+
+"Have you not talked to him?"
+
+"What should I do that for?"
+
+"Aunt Bessie used to like to talk to nobody but Uncle Frank before they
+were married."
+
+"I shall talk enough when I am married. I shall make him give me plenty
+of sweetmeats, and a carriage with two handsome bullocks, and the
+biggest Nubian black slave in the market to drive me to Sweet Waters, in
+a thin blue veil, with all my jewels on. Father says that Selim Bey will
+give me everything, and a Frank governess. What is a governess? Is it
+anything like the little gold case you have round your neck?"
+
+"My locket with Mamma's hair? Oh, no, no," said Lucy, laughing; "a
+governess is a lady to teach you."
+
+"I don't want to learn any more," said Amina, much disgusted; "I shall
+tell him I can make a pillau, and dry sweetmeats, and roll rose-leaves.
+What should I learn for?"
+
+"Should you not like to read and write?"
+
+"Teaching is only meant for men. They have got to read the Koran, but it
+is all ugly letters; I won't learn to read."
+
+"You don't know how nice it is to read stories, and all about different
+countries. Ah! I wish I was in the schoolroom, at home, and I would show
+you how pleasant it is."
+
+And Lucy seemed to have her wish all at once, for she and Amina stood in
+her own schoolroom, but with no one else there. The first thing Amina
+did was to scream, "Oh, what shocking windows! even men can see in; shut
+them up." She rolled herself up in her veil, and Lucy could only satisfy
+her by pulling down all the blinds, after which she ventured to look
+about a little. "What have you to sit on?" she asked, with great
+disgust.
+
+"Chairs and stools," said Lucy, laughing and showing them.
+
+"These little tables with four legs! How can you sit on them?"
+
+Lucy sat down and showed her. "That is not sitting," she said, and tried
+to curl herself up cross-legged; "I can't dangle down my legs."
+
+"Our governess always makes us write out a tense of a French verb if
+she sees us sitting with our legs crossed," said Lucy, laughing with
+much amusement at Amina's attempts to wriggle herself up on the stool
+whence she nearly fell.
+
+"Ah, I will never have a governess!" cried Amina. "I will cry, and cry,
+and give Selim Bey no rest till he promises to let me alone. What a
+dreadful place this is! Where can you sleep?"
+
+"In bed, to be sure" said Lucy.
+
+"I see no cushions to lie on."
+
+"No; we have bedrooms, and beds there. We should not think of taking off
+our clothes here."
+
+"What should you undress for?"
+
+"To sleep, of course."
+
+"How horrible! We sleep in all our clothes wherever we like to lie down.
+We never undress but for the bath. Do you go to the bath?"
+
+"I have a bath every morning, when I get up, in my own room."
+
+[Illustration: "I will show you where you live. This is Constantinople."
+
+_Page 92._]
+
+"Bathe at home! Then you never see your friends? We meet at the bath,
+and talk and play and laugh."
+
+"Meet bathing! No, indeed! We meet at home, and out of doors," said
+Lucy; "my friend Annie and I walk together."
+
+"Walk together! what, in the street? Shocking! You cannot be a lady."
+
+"Indeed I am," said Lucy, colouring up. "My Papa is a gentleman. And see
+how many books we have, and how much we have to learn! French, and
+music, and sums, and grammar, and history, and geography."
+
+"I _will_ not be a Frank! No, no! I will not learn," said the alarmed
+Amina on hearing this catalogue poured forth.
+
+"Geography is very nice," said Lucy; "here are our maps. I will show you
+where you live. This is Constantinople."
+
+"I live at Stamboul," said Amina, scornfully.
+
+"There is Stamboul in little letters below--look."
+
+"That Stamboul! The Frank girl is false; Stamboul is a large, large,
+beautiful place; not a little black speck. I can see it from my lattice.
+White houses and mosques in the sun, and the blue Golden Horn, with the
+little caiques gliding."
+
+Before Lucy could explain, the door opened, and one of her brothers put
+in his head. At once Amina began to scream and roll herself in the
+window curtain. "A man in the harem! Oh! oh! oh! Were there no slippers
+at the door?" And her screaming brought Lucy awake at Uncle Joe's
+again.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XI.
+
+SWITZERLAND.
+
+
+"I LIKED the mountain girl best of all," thought Lucy. "I wonder whether
+I shall ever get among the mountains again. There's a great stick in the
+corner that Uncle Joe calls his alpenstock. I'll go and read the names
+upon it. They are all the mountains where he has used it."
+
+She read Mount Blanc, Mount Cenis, the Wengern, and so on; and of course
+as she read and sung them over to herself, they lulled her off into her
+wonderful dreams, and brought her this time into a meadow, steep and
+sloping, but full of flowers, the loveliest flowers, of all kinds,
+growing among the long grass that waved over them. The fresh clear air
+was so delicious that she almost hoped she was gone back to her dear
+Tyrol; but the hills were not the same. She saw upon the slope
+quantities of cows, goats, and sheep, feeding just as on the Tyrolese
+Alps; but beyond was a dark row of pines, and up above, in the sky as it
+were, rose all round great sharp points--like clouds for their
+whiteness, but not in their straight jagged outlines; and here and there
+the deep grey clefts between seemed to spread into white rivers, or over
+the ruddy purple of the half-distance came sharp white lines darting
+downwards.
+
+As she sat up in the grass and looked about her, a bark startled her. A
+dog began to growl, bark, and dance round her, so that she would have
+been much frightened if the next moment a voice had not called him
+off--"Fie, Brilliant, down; let the little girl alone. _Fi donc._ He is
+good, Mademoiselle, never fear. He helps me keep the cows."
+
+[Illustration: "I cut it out with my knife, all myself."
+
+_Page 98._]
+
+"Who are you, then?"
+
+"I am Maurice, the little herd-boy. I live with my grandmother, and work
+for her."
+
+"What, in keeping cows?"
+
+"Yes; and look here!"
+
+"O the delicious little cottage! It has eaves, and windows, and
+balconies, and a door, and little cows and sheep, and men and women, all
+in pretty white wood! You did not make it, Maurice?"
+
+"Yes, truly, I did; I cut it out with my knife, all myself."
+
+"How clever you must be. And what shall you do with it?"
+
+"I shall watch for a carriage with ladies winding up that long road; and
+then I shall stand and take off my hat, and hold out my cottage. Perhaps
+they will buy it, and then I shall have enough to get grandmother a warm
+gown for the winter. When I grow bigger I will be a guide, like my
+father."
+
+"A guide?"
+
+"Yes, to lead travellers up to the mountain-tops. There is nowhere you
+English will not go. The harder a mountain is to climb, the more bent
+you are on going up. And oh, I shall love it too! There are the great
+glaciers, the broad streams of ice that fill up the furrows of the
+mountains, with the crevasses so blue and beautiful and cruel. It was in
+one of them my father was swallowed up."
+
+"Ah! then how can you love them?" said Lucy.
+
+"Because they are so grand and so beautiful," said Maurice. "No other
+place has the like, and they make one's heart swell with wonder, and joy
+in the God who made them. And it is only the brave who dare to climb
+them!"
+
+And Maurice's eyes sparkled, and Lucy looked at the clear, stern glory
+of the mountain points, and felt as if she understood him.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XII.
+
+THE COSSACK.
+
+
+[Illustration: While he jerked out his arms and legs as if they were
+pulled by strings.
+
+_Page 102._]
+
+CAPER, caper; dance, dance. What a wonderful dance it was, just as if
+the little fellow had been made of cork, so high did he bound the moment
+he touched the ground; while he jerked out his arms and legs as if they
+were pulled by strings, like the Marionettes that had once performed in
+the front of the window. Only, his face was all fun and life, and he did
+look so proud and delighted to show what he could do; and it was all in
+clear, fresh, open air, the whole extent covered with short green grass,
+upon which were grazing herds of small lean horses, and flocks of sheep
+without tails, but with their wool puffed out behind into a sort of
+bustle or _panier_. There was a cluster of clean, white-looking houses
+in the distance; and Lucy knew that she was in the great plains called
+the Steppes, that lie between the rivers Volga and Don, and may be
+either in Europe or Asia, according as you look at an old map or a new.
+
+"Do you live there?" she asked, by way of beginning the conversation.
+
+"Yes; my father is the hetman of the Stantitza, and these are my
+holidays. I go to school at Tcherkask most part of the year."
+
+"Tcherkask! Oh, what a funny name!"
+
+"And you would think it a funny town if you were there. It is built on a
+great bog by the side of the river Volga; all the houses stand on piles
+of timber, and in the spring the streets are full of water, and one has
+to sail about in boats."
+
+"Oh! that must be delicious."
+
+"I don't like it as much as coming home and riding. See!" and as he
+whistled, one of the horses came whinnying up, and put his nose over the
+boy's shoulder.
+
+"Good fellow! But your horses are thin; they look little."
+
+"Little!" cried the young Cossack. "Why, do you know what our little
+horses can do? There are not many armies in Europe that they have not
+ridden down, at one time or another. Why, the church at Tcherkask is
+hung all round with Colours we have taken from our enemies. There's the
+Swede--didn't Charles XII. get the worst of it when he came in his big
+boots after the Cossack?--ay, and the Turk, and the Austrian, and the
+German, and the French? Ah! doesn't my grandfather tell how he rode his
+good little horse all the way from the Volga to the Seine, and the good
+Czar Alexander himself gave him the medal with 'Not unto us, but unto
+Thy Name be the praise'? Our father the Czar does not think so little of
+us and our horses as you do, young lady."
+
+"I beg your pardon," said Lucy; "I did not know what your horses could
+do."
+
+"Oh, you did not! That is some excuse for you. I'll show you."
+
+And in one moment he was on the back of his little horse, leaning down
+on its neck, and galloping off over the green plain like the wind; but
+it seemed to Lucy as if she had only just watched him out of sight on
+one side before he was close to her on the other, having whirled round
+and cantered close up to her while she was looking the other way. "Come
+up with me," he said; and in one moment she had been swept up before him
+on the little horse's neck, and was flying so wildly over the Steppes
+that her breath and sense failed her, and she knew no more till she was
+safe by Mrs. Bunker's fireside again.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XIII.
+
+SPAIN.
+
+
+"SUPPOSE and suppose I go to sleep again; what should I like to see
+next? A sunny place, I think, where there is sea to look at. Shall it be
+Spain, and shall it be among the poor people? Well, I think I should
+like to be where there is a little lady girl. I hope they are not all as
+lazy and conceited as the Chinese and the Turk."
+
+So Lucy awoke in a large cool room with a marble floor and heavy
+curtains, but with little furniture except one table, and a row of
+chairs ranged along the wall. It had two windows, one looking out into
+a garden,--such a garden!--orange-trees with shining leaves and green
+and golden fruit and white flowers, and jasmines, and great lilies
+standing round about a marble court, in the midst of which was a basin
+of red marble, where a fountain was playing, making a delicious
+splashing; and out beyond these sparkled in the sun the loveliest and
+most delicious of blue seas--the same blue sea, indeed, that Lucy had
+seen in her Italian visit.
+
+That window was empty; but the other, which looked out into the street,
+had cushions laid on the sill, an open-work stone ledge beyond, and
+little looking-glasses on either side; and leaning over this sill there
+was seated a little maiden in a white frock, but with a black lace veil
+fastened by a rose into her jet-black hair, and the daintiest,
+prettiest-shaped little feet imaginable in white satin shoes, which
+could be plainly seen as she knelt on the window-seat.
+
+"What are you looking at?" asked Lucy, coming to her side.
+
+[Illustration: "See now," cried the Spaniard, "stand there. Ah! have you
+no castanets?"
+
+_Page 110._]
+
+"I'm watching for the procession. Then I shall go to church with Mamma.
+Look! That way we shall see it come; these two mirrors reflect
+everything up and down the street."
+
+"Are you dressed for church?" asked Lucy. "You have no hat on."
+
+"Where does your grace come from not to know that a mantilla is what is
+fit for church? Mamma is being dressed in her black silk and her black
+mantilla."
+
+"And your shoes?"
+
+"I could not wear great, coarse, hard shoes," said the little Doña Iñes;
+"it would spoil my feet. Ah! I shall have time to show the Senorita what
+I can do. Can your grace dance?"
+
+"I danced with Uncle Joe at our last Christmas party," said Lucy, with
+great dignity.
+
+"See now," cried the Spaniard; "stand there. Ah! have you no castanets?"
+and she quickly took out two very small ivory shells or bowls, each pair
+fastened together by a loop, through which she passed her thumb so that
+the little spoons hung on her palm, and she could snap them together
+with her fingers.
+
+Then she began to dance round Lucy in the most graceful swimming way,
+now rising, now falling, and cracking her castanets together at
+intervals. Lucy tried to do the same, but her limbs seemed like a wooden
+doll's compared with the suppleness and ease of Iñes. She made sharp
+corners and angles, where the Spaniard floated so like a sea-bird that
+it was like seeing her fly or float rather than merely dance, till at
+last the very watching her rendered Lucy drowsy and dizzy, and as the
+church bells began to ring, and the chant of the procession to sound,
+she lost all sense of being in sunny Malaga, the home of grapes.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XIV.
+
+GERMANY.
+
+
+[Illustration: "What are you about, little boy?"
+
+_Page 114._]
+
+THERE was a great murmur and buzz of learning lessons; rows upon rows of
+little boys were sitting before desks, studying; very few heads looked
+up as Lucy found herself walking round the room--a large clean room,
+with maps hanging on the walls, but hot and weary-feeling, because there
+were no windows open and so little fresh air.
+
+"What are you about, little boy?" she asked.
+
+"I am learning my verb," he said; "_moneo_, _mones_, _monet_."
+
+Lucy waited no longer, but moved off to another desk. "And what are you
+doing?"
+
+"I am writing my analysis."
+
+Lucy did not know what an analysis was, so she went a little further.
+"What are you doing here?" she said timidly, for these were somewhat
+bigger boys.
+
+"We are drawing up an essay on the individuality of self."
+
+That was enough to frighten any one away, and Lucy betook herself to
+some quite little boys, with fat rosy faces and light hair. "Are you
+busy, too?" she said.
+
+"Oh yes; we are learning the chief cities of the Fatherland."
+
+Lucy felt like the little boy in the fable, who could not get either the
+dog, or the bird, or the bee, to play with him.
+
+"When do you play?" she asked.
+
+"We have an hour's interval after dinner, and another at supper-time,
+but then we prepare our work for the morrow," said one of the boys,
+looking up well satisfied.
+
+"Work! work! Are you always at work?" exclaimed Lucy; "I only learn
+from nine to half-past twelve, and half an hour to get my lessons in the
+afternoon."
+
+"You are a maiden," said the little boy with civil superiority; "your
+brothers learn more hours."
+
+"More; yes, but not so many as you do. They play from twelve till
+half-past two, and have two half-holidays in the week."
+
+"So, you are not industrious. We are. That is the reason why we can all
+act together, and think together, so much better than any others; and we
+all stand as one irresistible power, the United Germany."
+
+Lucy gave a little gasp! it was all so very wise.
+
+"May I see your sisters?" she said.
+
+The little sisters, Gretchens and Kätchens were learning away almost as
+hard as the Hermanns and Fritzes, but the bigger sisters had what Lucy
+thought a better time of it. One of them was helping in the kitchen, and
+another in the ironing; but then they had their books and their music,
+and in the evening all the families came out into the pleasure gardens,
+and had little tables with coffee before them, and the mammas knitted,
+and the papas smoked, and the young ladies listened to the band. On the
+whole, Lucy thought she should not mind living in Germany, if they would
+not do so many lessons.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XV.
+
+PARIS IN THE SIEGE.
+
+
+"AND Uncle Joe is in France, where the fathers and brothers of those
+little Prussian boys have been fighting. Suppose and suppose I could see
+it."
+
+There was a thunder and a whizzing in the air and a sharp rattling noise
+besides; a strange, damp, unwholesome smell too, mixed with that of
+gunpowder; and when Lucy looked up, she found herself down some steps in
+a dark, dull, vaulted-looking place, lined with stone, however, and open
+to the street above. A little lamp was burning in a corner, piles of
+straw and bits of furniture were lying about, and upon one of the
+bundles of straw sat a little rough-haired girl.
+
+[Illustration: "Ah! Mademoiselle, good morning. Are you come here to
+take shelter from the shells?"
+
+_Page 123._]
+
+"Ah! Mademoiselle, good morning," she said. "Are you come here to take
+shelter from the shells? The battery is firing now; I do not think Mamma
+will come home till it slackens a little. She is gone to the
+distribution of meat, to get a piece of horse for my brother, who is
+weak after his wounds. I wish I could offer you something, but we have
+nothing but water, and it is not even sugared."
+
+"Do you live down here?" asked Lucy, looking round at the dreary place
+with wonder.
+
+"Not always. We used to have a pretty little house up over, but the
+cruel shells came crashing in, and flew into pieces, tearing everything
+to splinters, and we are only safe from them down here. Ah, if I could
+only have shown you Mamma's pretty room! but there is a great hole in
+the floor now, and the ceiling is all tumbling down, and the table
+broken."
+
+"But why do you stay here?"
+
+"Mamma and Emily say it is all the same. We are as safe in our cellar as
+we could be anywhere, and we should have to pay elsewhere."
+
+"Then you cannot get out of Paris?"
+
+"Oh no, while the Prussians are all round us, and shut us in. My
+brothers are all in the Garde Mobile, and, you see, so is my doll. Every
+one must be a soldier now. My dear Adolphe, hold yourself straight" (and
+there the doll certainly showed himself perfectly drilled and
+disciplined). "March--right foot forward--left foot forward." But in
+this movement, as may be well supposed, little Coralie had to help her
+recruit a good deal.
+
+Lucy was surprised. "So you can play even in this dreadful place?" she
+said.
+
+"Oh yes! What's the use of crying and wearying oneself? I do not mind as
+long as they leave me my kitten, my dear little Minette."
+
+"Oh! what a pretty long-haired kitten! but how small and thin!"
+
+"Yes, truly, the poor Minette! The cruel people ate her mother, and
+there is no milk--no milk, and my poor Minette is almost starved, though
+I give her bits of my bread and soup; but the bread is only bran and
+sawdust, and she likes it no more than I."
+
+"Ate up her mother!"
+
+"Yes. She was a superb Cyprus cat, all grey; but, alas I one day she
+took a walk in the street, and they caught her, and then indeed it was
+all over with her. I only hope Minette will not get out, but she is so
+lean that they would find little but bones and fur."
+
+"Ah, how I wish I could take you and her home to Uncle Joe, and give you
+both good bread and milk! Take my hand, and shut your eyes, and we will
+suppose and suppose very hard, and, perhaps, you will come there with
+me. Paris is not so very far off."
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XVI.
+
+THE AMERICAN GUEST.
+
+
+[Illustration: "What can that be, coming at this time of day?"
+
+_Page 126._]
+
+NO; supposing very hard did not bring poor little French Coralie home
+with Lucy; but something almost as wonderful happened. Just at the time
+in the afternoon, blind man's holiday, when Lucy had been used to ride
+off on her dream to visit some wonderful place, there came a knock at
+the front door; a quite real substantial English knock and ring, that
+did not sound at all like any of the strange noise of the strange worlds
+that she had lately been hearing, but had the real tinkle of Uncle Joe's
+own bell.
+
+[Illustration: "Good morning. Where do you come from?"
+
+_Page 131._]
+
+"Well," said Mrs. Bunker, "what can that be, coming at this time of day?
+It can never be the doctor coming home without sending orders!
+Don't you be running out, Miss Lucy; there'll be a draught of cold right
+in."
+
+Lucy stood still; very anxious, and wondering whether she should see
+anything alive, or one of her visitors from various countries.
+
+"There is a letter from Mr. Seaman," said a brisk young voice, that
+would have been very pleasant if it had not gone a little through the
+nose; and past Mrs. Bunker there walked into the full light a little
+boy, a year or two older than Lucy, holding out one hand as he saw her
+and taking off his hat with the other. "Good morning," he said, quite at
+his ease; "is this where you live?"
+
+"Good morning," returned Lucy, though it was not morning at all; "where
+do you come from?"
+
+"Well, I'm from Paris last; but when I'm at home, I'm at Boston. I am
+Leonidas Saunders, of the great American Republic."
+
+"Oh, then you are not real, after all?"
+
+"Real! I should hope I was a genuine article."
+
+"Well, I was in hopes that you were real, only you say you come from a
+strange country, like the rest of them, and yet you look just like an
+English boy."
+
+"Of course I do! my great grandfather came from England," said Leonidas;
+"we all speak English as well, or better, than you do in the old
+country."
+
+"I can't understand it!" said Lucy; "did you come like other people, by
+the train, not like the children in my dreams?"
+
+And then Leonidas explained all about it to her: how his father had
+brought him last year to Europe and had put him to school at Paris; but
+when the war broke out, and most of the stranger scholars were taken
+away, no orders came about him, because his father was a merchant and
+was away from home, so that no one ever knew whether the letters had
+reached him.
+
+So Leonidas had gone on at school without many tasks to learn, to be
+sure, but not very comfortable: it was so cold, and there was no wood to
+burn; and he disliked eating horses and cats and rats, quite as much as
+Coralie did, though he was not in a part of the town where so many
+shells came in.
+
+At last, when Lucy's uncle and some other good gentlemen with the red
+cross on their sleeves, obtained leave to go and take some relief to the
+poor sick people in the hospitals, the people Leonidas was with told
+them that he was a little American left behind. Mr. Seaman, which was
+Uncle Joe's name, went to see about him, and found that he had once
+known his father. So, after a great deal of trouble, it had been managed
+that the boy should be allowed to leave the town. He had been driven in
+an omnibus, he told Lucy, with some more Americans and English, and with
+flags with stars and stripes or else Union Jacks all over it; and
+whenever they came to a French sentry, or afterwards to a Prussian,
+they were stopped till he called his corporal, who looked at their
+papers and let them go on. Mr. Seaman had taken charge of Leonidas, and
+given him the best dinner he had eaten for a long time, but as he was
+going to Blois to other hospitals, he could not keep the boy with him;
+so he had put him in charge of a friend who was going to London, to send
+him down to Mrs. Bunker.
+
+Fear of Lucy's rash was pretty well over now, and she was to go home in
+a day or two; so the children were allowed to be together, and they
+enjoyed it very much. Lucy told about her dreams, and Leonidas had a
+good deal to tell of what he had really seen on his travels. They wished
+very much that they could both see one of these wonderful dreams
+together, only--what should it be?
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XVII.
+
+THE DREAM OF ALL NATIONS.
+
+
+[Illustration: Oh! such a din!
+
+_Page 137._]
+
+WHAT should it be? She thought of Arabs with their tents and horses, and
+Leonidas told her of Red Indians with their war-paint, and little
+Negroes dancing round the sugar-boiling, till her head began quite to
+swim and her ears to buzz; and all the children she had seen and she had
+not seen seemed to come round her, and join hands and dance. Oh, such a
+din! A little Highlander in his tartans stood on a whisky-barrel in the
+middle, making his bagpipes squeal away; a Chinese with a bald head and
+long pigtail beat a gong, and capered with a solemn face; a Norwegian
+herd-boy blew a monstrous bark cow-horn; an Indian juggler twisted
+snakes round his neck to the sound of the tom-tom; and Lucy found
+herself and Leonidas whirling round with a young Dutch planter between
+them, and an Indian with a crown of feathers upon the other side of her.
+
+"Oh!" she seemed to herself to cry, "what are you doing? how do you all
+come here?"
+
+"We are from all the nations who are friends and brethren," said the
+voices; "we all bring our stores: the sugar, rice, and cotton of the
+West; the silk and coffee and spices of the East; the tea of China; the
+furs of the North: it all is exchanged from one to the other, and should
+teach us to be all brethren, since we cannot thrive one without the
+other."
+
+"It all comes to our country, because we are clever to work it up, and
+send it out to be used in its own homes," said the Highlander; "it is
+English and Scotch machines that weave your cottons, ay, and make your
+tools."
+
+"No; it is America that beats you all," cried Leonidas; "what had you to
+do, but to sit down and starve, when we sent you no cotton?"
+
+"If you send cotton, 'tis we that weave it," cried the Scot.
+
+Lucy was almost afraid they would come to blows over which was the
+greatest and most skilful country. "It cannot be buying and selling that
+make nations love one another, and be peaceful," she thought. "Is it
+being learned and wise?"
+
+"But the Prussian boys are studious and wise, and the French are clever
+and skilful, and yet they have that dreadful war: I wonder what it is
+that would make and keep all these countries friends!"
+
+And then there came an echo back to little Lucy: "For out of Zion shall
+go forth the Law, and the word of the Lord from Jerusalem. And He shall
+judge among the nations, and shall rebuke many people; and they shall
+beat their swords into ploughshares, and their spears into
+pruning-hooks: nations shall not lift up sword against nation, neither
+shall they war any more."
+
+Yes; the more they learn and keep the law of the Lord, the less there
+will be of those wars. To heed the true law of the Lord will do more for
+peace and oneness than all the cleverness in book-learning, or all the
+skilful manufactures in the world.
+
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+
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+          J. Horace McFarland. 8vo. Illustrated. xi + 241
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+
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+
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+
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+          Illustrated. ix + 441 pages.
+
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+
+
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+
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+Her ups and downs in a strange boarding school make an interesting
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+
+
+          =SPARKS. THE MEN WHO MADE THE NATION: AN OUTLINE
+          OF UNITED STATES HISTORY FROM 1776 TO 1861.= By
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+          pages.
+
+The author has chosen to tell our history by selecting the one man at
+various periods of our affairs who was master of the situation and about
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+Morris, the financier of the Revolution"; "Hamilton, the advocate of
+stronger government," etc., etc.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Transcriber's Notes:
+
+Obvious punctuation errors repaired.
+
+Frontispiece, word "I'm" inserted into text. (I'm looking at the)
+
+Page viii, "83" inserted into text for location of chapter X.
+
+Page ix, "I'm" changed to "I am" to match illustration and
+         text. (I am so glad)
+
+
+
+
+
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+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_i" id="Page_i">[i]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 328px;">
+<img src="images/cover.jpg" width="328" height="500" alt="Cover: LITTLE LUCY&#39;S WONDERFUL GLOBE" title="Cover: LITTLE LUCY&#39;S WONDERFUL GLOBE" />
+</div><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_ii" id="Page_ii">[ii]</a></span></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_iii" id="Page_iii">[iii]</a></span></p>
+<h1>LITTLE LUCY'S WONDERFUL GLOBE.</h1>
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 123px;">
+<img src="images/emblem.png" width="123" height="40" alt="Emblem" title="Emblem" />
+</div>
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_iv" id="Page_iv">[iv]</a></span></p>
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 368px;">
+<img src="images/frontis.jpg" width="368" height="500" alt="&quot;I&#39;m looking at the great big globe that Uncle Joe said I might touch,&quot; said Lucy." title="&quot;I&#39;m looking at the great big globe that Uncle Joe said I might touch,&quot; said Lucy." />
+<span class="caption">&quot;<ins title="Transcriber's Note: this word missing in original text">I'm</ins> looking at the great big globe that Uncle Joe said I might touch,&quot; said Lucy.</span>
+<br /><div class='right'><i>Frontispiece; see <a href="#Page_14">page 14</a>.</i></div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_v" id="Page_v">[v]</a></span></p>
+
+<h1>LITTLE LUCY'S<br />
+WONDERFUL GLOBE</h1>
+
+
+<h3>PICTURED BY</h3>
+
+<h2>L. FROLICH,</h2>
+
+<h3>AND NARRATED BY</h3>
+
+<h2>CHARLOTTE M. YONGE</h2>
+
+<div class='center'>AUTHOR OF "THE HEIR OF REDCLYFFE."</div>
+
+<div class='poem'>
+<i>"Young fingers idly roll</i><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;"><i>The mimic earth, or trace,</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;"><i>In picture bright of blue and gold,</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;"><i>The orbs that round the sky's deep fold</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;"><i>Each other circling chase."</i>&mdash;<span class="smcap">Keble.</span></span><br />
+</div>
+
+<div class='center'><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />NEW EDITION<br />
+
+<br /><br /><br />
+<b>New York</b><br />
+THE MACMILLAN COMPANY<br />
+LONDON: MACMILLAN &amp; CO., Ltd.<br />
+1906<br /></div>
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_vi" id="Page_vi">[vi]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class='copyright'>New edition September, 1906.</div>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_vii" id="Page_vii">[vii]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2>CONTENTS.</h2>
+
+
+
+
+<div class='center'>
+<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="Contents">
+<tr><td align='center' colspan='2'>CHAPTER I.</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>&nbsp;</td><td align='right'><small>PAGE</small></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>MOTHER BUNCH</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_1">1</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='center' colspan='2'><br />CHAPTER II.</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>VISITORS FROM THE SOUTH SEAS.</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_14">14</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='center' colspan='2'><br />CHAPTER III.</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>ITALY</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_36">36</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='center' colspan='2'><br />CHAPTER IV.</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>GREENLAND</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_43">43</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='center' colspan='2'><br />CHAPTER V.</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>TYROL</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_50">50</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='center' colspan='2'><br />CHAPTER VI.</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>AFRICA</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_57">57</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='center' colspan='2'><br />CHAPTER VII.</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>LAPLANDERS</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_63">63</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='center' colspan='2'><br />CHAPTER VIII.</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>CHINA</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_70">70</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='center' colspan='2'><br />CHAPTER IX.</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_viii" id="Page_viii">[viii]</a></span>KAMSCHATKA</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_79">79</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='center' colspan='2'><br />CHAPTER X.</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>THE TURK</td><td align='right'><ins title="Transcriber's Note: this reference missing in original text"><a href="#Page_83">83</a></ins></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='center' colspan='2'><br />CHAPTER XI.</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>SWITZERLAND</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_96">96</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='center' colspan='2'><br />CHAPTER XII.</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>THE COSSACK</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_102">102</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='center' colspan='2'><br />CHAPTER XIII.</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>SPAIN</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_108">108</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='center' colspan='2'><br />CHAPTER XIV.</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>GERMANY</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_114">114</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='center' colspan='2'><br />CHAPTER XV.</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>PARIS IN THE SIEGE</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_120">120</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='center' colspan='2'><br />CHAPTER XVI.</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>THE AMERICAN GUEST</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_126">126</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='center' colspan='2'><br />CHAPTER XVII.</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>THE DREAM OF ALL NATIONS&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_137">137</a></td></tr>
+</table></div>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_ix" id="Page_ix">[ix]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2>LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS.</h2>
+
+
+
+
+<div class='center'>
+<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="1" summary="Illustration Table">
+<tr><td align='left'>&nbsp;</td><td align='right'><small>PAGE</small></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'><div class='hang1'>"I'M LOOKING AT THE GREAT BIG GLOBE THAT UNCLE JOE SAID I MIGHT TOUCH," SAID LUCY</div></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_iv"><i>Front.</i></a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'><div class='hang1'>"DO PLEASE SIT DOWN, THERE'S A GOOD MOTHER BUNCH, AND TELL ME ALL ABOUT THEM?"</div></td><td align='right' valign='bottom'><a href="#Page_19">19</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'><div class='hang1'>LUCY HAD A GREAT SNEEZING FIT, AND WHEN SHE LOOKED AGAIN INTO THE SMOKE, WHAT DID SHE SEE BUT TWO LITTLE BLACK FIGURES</div></td><td align='right' valign='bottom'><a href="#Page_22">23</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'><div class='hang1'>"<ins title="Transcriber's Note: original reads 'I'M'">I AM</ins> SO GLAD TO SEE YOU: HUSH, DON! DON'T BARK SO"</div></td><td align='right' valign='bottom'><a href="#Page_27">26</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'><div class='hang1'>"I CAN EAT MUCH BETTER WITHOUT," SAID LAVO</div></td><td align='right' valign='bottom'><a href="#Page_30">31</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'><div class='hang1'>LAVO HAD CLIMBED UP THE SIDE OF THE DOOR, AND WAS SITTING ASTRIDE ON THE TOP OF IT</div></td><td align='right' valign='bottom'><a href="#Page_35">34</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'><div class='hang1'>"AH! CECCO, CECCO!" CRIED THE LITTLE GIRL, PAUSING AS SHE BEAT HER TAMBOURINE</div></td><td align='right' valign='bottom'><a href="#Page_38">39</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'><div class='hang1'>"IS THAT THE WAY YOU GET FISH?" SHE ASKED</div></td><td align='right' valign='bottom'><a href="#Page_47">46</a><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_x" id="Page_x">[x]</a></span></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'><div class='hang1'>"HELP ME: I'M AFRAID," SAID LUCY</div></td><td align='right' valign='bottom'><a href="#Page_52">53</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'><div class='hang1'>HARK! THERE'S A CRY, AND OUT JUMPS A LITTLE BLACK FIGURE, WITH A STOUT CLUB IN HIS HAND</div></td><td align='right' valign='bottom'><a href="#Page_58">59</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'><div class='hang1'>AND HERE BESIDE HER WAS A LITTLE FELLOW WITH A BOW AND ARROWS SUCH AS SHE HAD NEVER SEEN BEFORE</div></td><td align='right' valign='bottom'><a href="#Page_64">65</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'><div class='hang1'>"IS IT NOT GOOD?" SAID THE LITTLE HOSTESS</div></td><td align='right' valign='bottom'><a href="#Page_72">73</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'><div class='hang1'>WHISKING OVER THE SNOW, WITH ALL HER MIGHT AND MAIN, MUFFLED UP IN CLOAKS AND FURS</div></td><td align='right' valign='bottom'><a href="#Page_79">78</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'><div class='hang1'>"MARRIED! OH NO, YOU ARE JOKING"</div></td><td align='right' valign='bottom'><a href="#Page_86">87</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'><div class='hang1'>"I WILL SHOW YOU WHERE YOU LIVE&mdash;THIS IS CONSTANTINOPLE"</div></td><td align='right' valign='bottom'><a href="#Page_92">93</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'><div class='hang1'>"I CUT IT OUT WITH MY KNIFE; ALL MYSELF"</div></td><td align='right' valign='bottom'><a href="#Page_98">99</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'><div class='hang1'>WHILE HE JERKED OUT HIS ARMS AND LEGS AS IF THEY WERE PULLED BY STRINGS</div></td><td align='right' valign='bottom'><a href="#Page_102">103</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'><div class='hang1'>"SEE NOW," CRIED THE SPANIARD; "STAND THERE! AH! HAVE YOU NO CASTANETS?"</div></td><td align='right' valign='bottom'><a href="#Page_110">111</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'><div class='hang1'><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xi" id="Page_xi">[xi]</a></span>"WHAT ARE YOU ABOUT, LITTLE BOY?"</div></td><td align='right' valign='bottom'><a href="#Page_114">115</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'><div class='hang1'>"AH! MADEMOISELLE, GOOD MORNING; ARE YOU COME HERE TO TAKE SHELTER FROM THE SHELLS?"</div></td><td align='right' valign='bottom'><a href="#Page_123">122</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'><div class='hang1'>"WHAT CAN THAT BE, COMING AT THIS TIME OF DAY?"</div></td><td align='right' valign='bottom'><a href="#Page_126">127</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'><div class='hang1'>"GOOD MORNING, WHERE DO YOU COME FROM?"</div></td><td align='right' valign='bottom'><a href="#Page_131">130</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'><div class='hang1'>OH! SUCH A DIN</div></td><td align='right' valign='bottom'><a href="#Page_137">136</a></td></tr>
+</table></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_1" id="Page_1">[1]</a></span></p>
+<h2>LITTLE LUCY'S WONDERFUL GLOBE.</h2>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2>CHAPTER I.</h2>
+
+<h3>MOTHER BUNCH.</h3>
+
+
+<p><span class="smcap">There</span> was once a wonderful fortnight in
+little Lucy's life. One evening she went to
+bed very tired and cross and hot, and in the
+morning when she looked at her arms and legs
+they were all covered with red spots, rather
+pretty to look at, only they were dry and
+prickly.</p>
+
+<p>Nurse was frightened when she looked at
+them. She turned all the little sisters out of<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_2" id="Page_2">[2]</a></span>
+the night nursery, covered Lucy up close, and
+ordered her not to stir, certainly not to go into
+her bath. Then there was a whispering and a
+running about, and Lucy was half alarmed, but
+more pleased at being so important, for she did
+not feel at all ill, and quite enjoyed the tea
+and toast that Nurse brought up to her. Just
+as she was beginning to think it rather tiresome
+to lie there with nothing to do, except to watch
+the flies buzzing about, there was a step on the
+stairs and up came the doctor. He was an old
+friend, very good-natured, and he made fun with
+Lucy about having turned into a spotted leopard,
+just like the cowry shell on Mrs. Bunker's
+mantelpiece. Indeed, he said he thought she
+was such a curiosity that Mrs. Bunker would
+come for her and set her up in the museum,
+and then he went away. Suppose, oh, suppose
+she did!</p>
+
+<p>Mrs. Bunker, or Mother Bunch, as Lucy and
+her brothers and sisters called her, was housekeeper
+to their Uncle Joseph. He was really<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_3" id="Page_3">[3]</a></span>
+their great uncle, and they thought him any
+age you can imagine. They would not have
+been much surprised to hear that he had sailed
+with Christopher Columbus, though he was a
+strong, hale, active man, much less easily tired
+than their own papa. He had been a ship's
+surgeon in his younger days, and had sailed all
+over the world, and collected all sorts of curious
+things, besides which he was a very wise and
+learned man, and had made some great discovery.
+It was <i>not</i> America. Lucy knew that
+her elder brother understood what it was, but
+it was not worth troubling her head about, only
+somehow it made ships go safer, and so he
+had had a pension given him as a reward; and
+had come home and bought a house about a
+mile out of the town, and built up a high room
+to look at the stars from with his telescope, and
+another to try his experiments in, and a long
+one besides for his museum; yet, after all, he
+was not much there, for whenever there was
+anything wonderful to be seen, he always went<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_4" id="Page_4">[4]</a></span>
+off to look at it and; whenever there was a
+meeting of learned men&mdash;scientific men was the
+right word&mdash;they always wanted him to help
+them make speeches and show wonders. He
+was away now: he had gone away to wear a
+red cross on his arm, and help to take care of
+the wounded in the sad war between the French
+and Germans.</p>
+
+<p>But he had left Mother Bunch behind him.
+Nobody knew exactly what was Mrs. Bunker's
+nation, indeed she could hardly be said to have
+had any, for she had been born at sea, and had
+been a sailor's wife; but whether she was mostly
+English, Dutch, or Danish, nobody knew and
+nobody cared. Her husband had been lost at
+sea, and Uncle Joseph had taken her to look
+after his house, and always said she was the
+only woman who had sense and discretion
+enough ever to go into his laboratory or dust
+his museum.</p>
+
+<p>She was very kind and good-natured, and
+there was nothing that the children liked better<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_5" id="Page_5">[5]</a></span>
+than a walk to Uncle Joseph's, and, after a
+game at play in the garden, a tea-drinking with
+her&mdash;such quantities of sugar! such curious cakes
+made in the fashion of different countries! such
+funny preserves from all parts of the world!
+and more delightful to people who considered
+that looking and hearing was better sport than
+eating, and that the tongue is not <i>only</i> meant
+to taste with, such cupboards and drawers full
+of wonderful things, such stories about them!
+The lesser ones liked Mrs. Bunker's room better
+than Uncle Joseph's museum, where there were
+some big stuffed beasts with glaring eyes that
+frightened them, and they had to walk round
+with hands behind, that they might not touch
+anything, or else their uncle's voice was sure
+to call out gruffly, "Paws off!"</p>
+
+<p>Mrs. Bunker was not a bit like the smart
+housekeepers at other houses. To be sure, on
+Sundays she came out in a black silk gown
+with a little flounce at the bottom, a scarlet
+China crape shawl with a blue dragon upon it&mdash;his<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_6" id="Page_6">[6]</a></span>
+wings over her back, and a claw over
+each shoulder, so that whoever sat behind her
+in church was terribly distracted by trying to
+see the rest of him&mdash;and a very big yellow
+Tuscan bonnet, trimmed with sailor's blue ribbon;
+but in the week and about the house she wore
+a green stuff, with a brown holland apron and
+bib over it, quite straight all the way down, for
+she had no particular waist, and her hair, which
+was of a funny kind of flaxen grey, she bundled
+up and tied round, without any cap or anything
+else on her head. One of the little boys had
+once called her Mother Bunch, because of her
+stories; and the name fitted her so well that
+the whole family, and even her master, took
+it up.</p>
+
+<p>Lucy was very fond of her; but when about
+an hour after the doctor's visit she was waked
+by a rustling and a lumbering on the stairs, and
+presently the door opened, and the second best big
+bonnet&mdash;the go-to-market bonnet with the turned
+ribbons&mdash;came into the room with Mother<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7">[7]</a></span>
+Bunch's face under it, and the good-natured voice
+told her she was to be carried to Uncle Joseph's
+and have oranges and tamarinds, she did begin
+to feel like the spotted cowry, to think about
+being set on the chimney-piece, to cry, and say
+she wanted Mamma.</p>
+
+<p>The Nurse and Mother Bunch began to comfort
+her, and explain that the doctor thought
+she had the scarlatina; not at all badly; but
+that if any of the others caught it, nobody could
+guess how bad they would be; especially
+Mamma, who had just been ill; and so she was
+to be rolled up in her blankets, and put into a
+carriage, and taken to her uncle's; and there she
+would stay till she was not only well, but could
+safely come home without carrying infection
+about with her.</p>
+
+<p>Lucy was a good little girl, and knew that
+she must bear it; so, though she could not
+help crying a little when she found she must
+not kiss any one, nay not even see them, and
+that nobody might go with her but Lonicera,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8">[8]</a></span>
+her own washing doll, she made up her mind
+bravely; and she was a good deal cheered when
+Clare, the biggest and best of all the dolls, was
+sent in to her, with all her clothes, by Maude,
+her eldest sister, to be her companion,&mdash;it was
+such an honour and so very kind of Maude
+that it quite warmed the sad little heart.</p>
+
+<p>So Lucy had her little scarlet flannel dressing
+gown on, and her shoes and stockings, and a
+wonderful old knitted hood with a tippet to it,
+and then she was rolled round and round in
+all her bed-clothes, and Mrs. Bunker took her
+up like a very big baby, not letting any one
+else touch her. How Mrs. Bunker got safe down
+all the stairs no one can tell, but she did, and
+into the fly, and there poor little Lucy looked
+back and saw at the windows Mamma's face,
+and Papa's, and Maude's, and all the rest, all
+nodding and smiling to her, but Maude was
+crying all the time, and perhaps Mamma was
+too.</p>
+
+<p>The journey seemed very long; and Lucy<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[9]</a></span>
+was really tired when she was put down at last
+in a big bed, nicely warmed for her, and with
+a bright fire in the room. As soon as she had
+had some beef-tea, she went off soundly to
+sleep, and only woke to drink tea, and administer
+supper to the dolls, and put them to sleep.</p>
+
+<p>The next evening she was sitting up by the
+fire, and on the fourth day she was running
+about the house as if nothing had ever been
+the matter with her, but she was not to go
+home for a fortnight; and being wet, cold, dull
+weather, it was not always easy to amuse
+herself. She had her dolls, to be sure, and
+the little dog Don, to play with, and sometimes
+Mrs. Bunker would let her make funny things
+with the dough, or stone the raisins, or even
+help make a pudding; but still there was a
+good deal of time on her hands. She had only
+two books with her, and the rash had made
+her eyes weak, so that she did not much like
+reading them. The notes that every one wrote
+from home were quite enough for her. What<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[10]</a></span>
+she liked best&mdash;that is, when Mrs. Bunker could
+not attend to her&mdash;was to wander about the
+museum, explaining the things to the dolls:
+"That is a crocodile, Lonicera; it eats people
+up, and has a little bird to pick its teeth.
+Look, Clare, that bony thing is a skeleton&mdash;the
+skeleton of a lizard. Paws off, my dear;
+mustn't touch. That's amber, just like barley
+sugar, only not so nice; people make necklaces
+of it. There's a poor little dead fly inside.
+Those are the dear delightful humming-birds;
+look at their crests, just like Mamma's jewels.
+See the shells; aren't they beauties? People
+get pearls out of those great flat ones, and dive
+all down to the bottom of the sea after them;
+mustn't touch, my dear, only look; paws off."</p>
+
+<p>One would think Clare's curved fingers all in
+one piece, and Lonicera's blue leather hands had
+been very movable and mischievous, judging by
+the number of times this warning came; but of
+course it was Lucy herself who wanted it most,
+for her own little plump, pinky hands did almost<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[11]</a></span>
+tingle to handle and turn round those pretty
+shells. She wanted to know whether the amber
+tasted like barley-sugar as it looked, and there
+was a little musk deer, no bigger than Don,
+whom she longed to stroke, or still better to let
+Lonicera ride; but she was a good little girl, and
+had real sense of honour, which never betrays a
+trust, so she never laid a finger on anything but
+what Uncle Joe had once given all free leave to
+move.</p>
+
+<p>This was a very big pair of globes&mdash;bigger
+than globes commonly are now, and with more
+frames round them&mdash;one great flat one, with odd
+names painted on it, and another brass one,
+nearly upright, going half-way round from top
+to bottom, and with the globe hung upon it by
+two pins, which Lucy's elder sisters called the
+poles, or the ends of the axis. The huge round
+balls went very easily with a slight touch, and
+there was something very charming in making
+them go whisk, whisk, whisk; now faster, now
+slower, now spinning so quickly that nothing on<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[12]</a></span>
+them could be seen, now turning slowly and
+gradually over and showing all that was on
+them.</p>
+
+<p>The mere twirling was quite enough for Lucy
+at first, but soon she liked to look at what was
+on them. One she thought much more entertaining
+than the other. It was covered with
+wonderful creatures: one bear was fastened by
+his long tail to the pole; another bigger one
+was trotting round; a snake was coiling about
+anywhere; a lady stood disconsolate against a
+rock; another sat in a chair; a giant sprawled
+with a club in one hand and a lion's skin in the
+other; a big dog and a little dog stood on their
+hind legs; a lion seemed just about to spring
+on a young maiden's head; and all were thickly
+spotted over, just as if they had Lucy's rash,
+with stars big and little: and still more
+strange, her brothers declared these were the
+stars in the sky, and this was the way people
+found their road at sea; but if Lucy asked how,
+they always said she was not big enough to<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[13]</a></span>
+understand, and it had not occurred to Lucy
+to ask whether the truth was not that they
+were not big enough to explain.</p>
+
+<p>The other globe was all in pale green, with
+pink and yellow outlines on it, and quantities
+of names. Lucy had had to learn some of
+these names for her geography, and she did
+not want to think of lessons now, so she rather
+kept out of the way of looking at it at first,
+till she had really grown tired of all the odd
+men and women and creatures upon the celestial
+sphere; but by and by she began to roll the
+other by way of variety.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[14]</a></span></p>
+<h2>CHAPTER II.</h2>
+
+<h3>VISITORS FROM THE SOUTH SEAS.</h3>
+
+
+<p>"<span class="smcap">Miss</span> Lucy, you're as quiet as a mouse.
+Not in any mischief?" said Mrs. Bunker, looking
+into the museum; "why, what are you doing
+there?"</p>
+
+<p>"I'm looking at the great big globe, that
+Uncle Joe said I might touch," said Lucy:
+"here are all the names just like my lesson
+book at home; Europe, Asia, Africa, and
+America."</p>
+
+<p>"Why, bless the child! where else should
+they be? There be all the oceans and seas
+besides that I've crossed over, many's the time,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[15]</a></span>
+with poor Ben Bunker, who was last seen off
+Cape Hatteras."</p>
+
+<p>"What, all these great green places, with
+Atlantic and Pacific on them; you don't really
+mean that you've sailed over them! I should
+like to make a midge do it in a husk of hemp-seed!
+How could you, Mother Bunch? You
+are not small enough."</p>
+
+<p>"Ho! ho!" said the housekeeper, laughing;
+"does the child think I sailed on that very
+globe there?"</p>
+
+<p>"I know one learns names," said Lucy; "but
+is it real?"</p>
+
+<p>"Real! Why, Missie, don't you see it's a
+sort of a picture? There's your photograph
+now, it's not as big as you, but it shows you;
+and so a chart, or a map, or a globe, is just
+a picture of the shapes of the coast-line of the
+land and the sea, and the rivers in them, and
+mountains, and the like. Look you here:"
+and she made Lucy stand on a chair and look
+at a map of her own town that was hanging<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[16]</a></span>
+against the wall, showing her all the chief
+buildings, the churches, streets, the town hall,
+and market cross, and at last helping her to
+find her own Papa's house.</p>
+
+<p>When Lucy had traced all the corners she
+had to turn in going from home to Uncle Joe's,
+and had even found little frizzles for the five
+lime-trees before the Vicarage, she understood
+that the map was a small picture of the
+situation of the buildings in the town, and
+thought she could find her way to some new
+place, suppose she studied it well.</p>
+
+<p>Then Mrs. Bunker showed her a big map of
+the whole country, and there Lucy found the
+river, and the roads, and the names of the
+villages near, as she had seen or heard of
+them; and she began to understand that a map
+or globe really brought distant places into an
+exceedingly small picture, and that where she
+saw a name and a spot she was to think of
+houses and churches; that a branching black
+line was a flowing river full of water; a curve<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[17]</a></span>
+in, a pretty bay shut in with rocks and hills;
+a point jutting out, generally a steep rock
+with a lighthouse on it.</p>
+
+<p>"And all these places are countries, Bunchey,
+are they, with fields and houses like ours?"</p>
+
+<p>"Houses, ay, and fields, but not always so
+very like ours, Miss Lucy."</p>
+
+<p>"And are there little children, boys and girls,
+in them all?"</p>
+
+<p>"To be sure there are, else how would the
+world go on? Why, I've seen 'em by swarms,
+white or brown or black, running down to the
+shore, as sure as the vessel cast anchor; and
+whatever colour they were, you might be sure
+of two things, Miss Lucy, that they were all
+alike in."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, what, Mrs. Bunker?"</p>
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 301px;"><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19"></a>
+<img src="images/i001.jpg" width="301" height="400" alt="&quot;Do please sit down, there&#39;s a good Mother Bunch, and tell me all about them.&quot;" title="&quot;Do please sit down, there&#39;s a good Mother Bunch, and tell me all about them.&quot;" />
+<span class="caption">&quot;Do please sit down, there&#39;s a good Mother Bunch, and tell me all about them.&quot;</span>
+<br /><div class='right'><i>Page 18.</i></div></div>
+
+<p>"Why, in plenty of noise for one, and the
+other for wanting all they could get to eat.
+But they were little darlings, some of them, if
+I only could have got at them to make them a
+bit nicer. Some of them looked for all the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[18]</a></span>
+world like the little bronze images Master has
+got in the museum, brought from Italy, and
+hadn't a rag more clothing neither. They were
+in India. Dear, dear, to see them tumble about
+in the surf!"</p>
+
+<p>"O, what fun! what fun! I wish I could see
+them. Suppose I could."</p>
+
+<p>"You would be right glad, Missie, I can tell
+you, if you had been three or four months
+aboard with nothing but dry biscuits and salt
+junk, and may be a tin of preserved vegetables
+just to keep it wholesome, to see the black
+fellows come grinning alongside with their boats
+and canoes all full of oranges and limes and
+shaddocks and cocoa-nuts. Doesn't one's mouth
+fairly water for them?"</p>
+
+<p>"Do please sit down, there's a good Mother
+Bunch, and tell me all about them? Come,
+suppose you do."</p>
+
+<p>"Suppose I did, Miss Lucy, and where would
+your poor uncle's preserved ginger be, that no
+one knows from real West Indian?"</p>
+
+
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[21]</a></span>
+"Oh, let me come into your room, and you
+can tell me all the time you are doing the
+ginger."</p>
+
+<p>"It is very hot there, Missie."</p>
+
+<p>"That will be more like some of the places.
+I'll suppose I'm there! Look, Mrs. Bunker,
+here's a whole green sea, all over the tiniest
+little dots. There can't be people in them."</p>
+
+<p>"Dots? You'd hardly see all over one of those
+dots if you were in one. That's the South Sea
+Miss Lucy, and those are the loveliest isles,
+except, may be, the West Indies, that ever I
+saw."</p>
+
+<p>"Tell me about them, please," entreated Lucy
+"Here's one; its name is&mdash;is Ysabel&mdash;such a
+little wee one."</p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 301px;">
+<img src="images/i002.jpg" width="301" height="400" alt="Lucy had a great sneezing fit, and when she looked again into the smoke, what did she see but two little black figures." title="Lucy had a great sneezing fit, and when she looked again into the smoke, what did she see but two little black figures." />
+<span class="caption">Lucy had a great sneezing fit, and when she looked again into the smoke, what did she see but two little black figures.</span>
+<br /><div class='right'><i>Page 22.</i></div></div>
+
+
+<p>"I can't tell you much of those South Sea
+Isles, Missie, being that I only made one
+voyage among them, when Bunker chartered the
+<i>Penguin</i> for the sandal-wood trade; and we did
+not touch at many, being that the natives were
+fierce and savage, and made nothing of coming<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[22]</a></span>
+down with arrows and spears at a boat's crew.
+So we only went to such islands as the missionaries
+had been at, and got the people to be
+more civil and conformable."</p>
+
+<p>"Tell me all about it," said Lucy, following
+the old woman hither and thither as she bustled
+about, talking all the time, and stirring her pan
+of ginger over the hot plate.</p>
+
+<p>How it happened, it is not easy to say; the
+room was very warm, and Mother Bunch went
+on talking as she stirred, and a steam rose up,
+and by and by it seemed to Lucy that she had
+a great sneezing fit, and when she looked again
+into the smoke, what did she see but two little
+black figures, faces, heads, and feet all black,
+but with an odd sort of white garment round
+their waists, and some fine red and green
+feathers sticking out of their woolly heads.</p>
+
+<p>"Mrs. Bunker, Mrs. Bunker," she cried, "what's
+this? who are these ugly figures?"</p>
+
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 300px;">
+<img src="images/i003.jpg" width="300" height="400" alt="&quot;I am so glad to see you. Hush, Don! don&#39;t bark so!&quot;" title="&quot;I am so glad to see you. Hush, Don! don&#39;t bark so!&quot;" />
+<span class="caption">&quot;I am so glad to see you. Hush, Don! don&#39;t bark so!&quot;</span>
+<br /><div class='right'><i>Page 27.</i></div></div>
+
+
+<p>"Ugly!" said the foremost; and though it
+must have been some strange language, it<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[27]</a></span>
+sounded like English to Lucy. "Is that the
+way little white girl speaks to boy and girl that
+have come all the way from Ysabel to see
+her?"</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, indeed! little Ysabel boy, I beg your
+pardon. I didn't know you were real, nor that
+you could understand me! I am so glad to see
+you. Hush, Don! don't bark so!"</p>
+
+<p>"Pig, pig, I never heard a pig squeak like
+that," said the black stranger.</p>
+
+<p>"Pig! It is a little dog. Have you no dogs
+in your country?"</p>
+
+<p>"Pigs go on four legs. That must be pig."</p>
+
+<p>"What, you have nothing that goes on four
+legs but a pig! What do you eat, then, besides
+pig?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yams, cocoa-nut, fish&mdash;oh, so good, and put
+pig into hole among hot stones, make a fire
+over, bake so nice!"</p>
+
+<p>"You shall have some of my tea and see if
+that is as nice," said Lucy. "What a funny
+dress you have; what is it made of?"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[28]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"Tapa cloth," said the little girl. "We get
+the bark off the tree, and then we go hammer,
+hammer, thump, thump, till all the hard thick
+stuff comes off;" and Lucy, looking near, saw
+that the substance was really all a lacework of
+fibre, about as close as the net of Nurse's caps.</p>
+
+<p>"Is that all your clothes?" she asked.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, till I am a warrior," said the boy;
+"then they will tattoo my forehead, and arms,
+and breast, and legs."</p>
+
+<p>"Tattoo! what's that?"</p>
+
+<p>"Make little holes, and lines all over the skin
+with a sharp shell, and rub in juice that turns
+it all to blue and purple lines."</p>
+
+<p>"But doesn't it hurt dreadfully?" asked Lucy.</p>
+
+<p>"Hurt! to be sure it does, but that will show
+that I am brave. When Father comes home
+from the war, he paints himself white."</p>
+
+<p>"White!"</p>
+
+<p>"With lime made by burning coral, and he
+jumps and dances and shouts: I shall go to
+the war one of these days."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[29]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"Oh no, don't!" said Lucy, "it is horrid."</p>
+
+<p>The boy laughed, but the little girl whispered,
+"Good white men say so. Some day Lavo will
+go and learn, and leave off fighting."</p>
+
+<p>Lavo shook his head. "No, not yet; I will
+be brave chief and warrior first,&mdash;bring home
+many heads of enemies."</p>
+
+<p>"I&mdash;I think it nice to be quiet," said Lucy;
+"and&mdash;and&mdash;won't you have some dinner?"</p>
+
+<p>"Have you baked a pig?" asked Lavo.</p>
+
+<p>"I think this is mutton," said Lucy, when
+the dish came up,&mdash;"it is sheep's flesh."</p>
+
+<p>Lavo and his sister had no notion what sheep
+were. They wanted to sit cross-legged on the
+floor, but Lucy made each of them sit in a
+chair properly; but then they shocked her by
+picking up the mutton-chops and stuffing them
+into their mouths with their fingers.</p>
+
+<p>"Look here!" and she showed the knives and forks.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh!" cried Lavo, "what good spikes to
+catch fish with! and knife&mdash;knife&mdash;I'll kill foes!
+much better than shell knife."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[30]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 309px;">
+<img src="images/i004.jpg" width="309" height="400" alt="&quot;I can eat much better without,&quot; said Lavo." title="&quot;I can eat much better without,&quot; said Lavo." />
+<span class="caption">&quot;I can eat much better without,&quot; said Lavo.</span>
+<br /><div class='right'><i>Page 30.</i></div></div>
+
+
+
+<p>"And I'll dig yams," said the sister.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh no!" entreated Lucy, "we have spades
+to dig with, soldiers have swords to fight with,
+these are to eat with."</p>
+
+<p>"I can eat much better without," said Lavo,
+but to please Lucy his sister did try; slashing
+hard away with her knife, and digging her fork
+straight into a bit of meat. Then she very
+nearly ran it into her eye, and Lucy, who
+knew it was not good manners to laugh, was
+very near choking herself. And at last, saying
+the knife and fork were "great good&mdash;great
+good; but none for eating," they stuck them
+through the great tortoiseshell rings they had
+in their ears and noses. Lucy was distressed
+about Uncle Joseph's knives and forks, which
+she knew she ought not to give away; but
+while she was looking about for Mrs. Bunker to
+interfere, Don seemed to think it his business,
+and began to growl and fly at the little black
+legs.</p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 285px;">
+<img src="images/i005.jpg" width="285" height="400" alt="Lavo had climbed up the side of the door, and was sitting astride on the top of it." title="Lavo had climbed up the side of the door, and was sitting astride on the top of it." />
+<span class="caption">Lavo had climbed up the side of the door, and was sitting astride on the top of it.</span>
+<br /><div class='right'><i>Page 35.</i></div></div>
+
+
+
+<p>"A tree, a tree!" cried the Ysabelites, "where's<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[35]</a></span>
+a tree?" and while they spoke, Lavo had climbed
+up the side of the door, and was sitting astride on
+the top of it, grinning down at the dog, and his
+sister had her feet on the lock, going up after
+him.</p>
+
+<p>"Tree houses," they cried; "there we are safe
+from our enemies."</p>
+
+<p>And Lucy found rising before her, instead of
+her own nursery, a huge tree, on the top of a
+mound.<a name="FNanchor_1_1" id="FNanchor_1_1"></a><a href="#Footnote_1_1" class="fnanchor">[1]</a> Basket-work had been woven between
+the branches to make floors, and on these were
+huts of bamboo cane; there were ladders hanging
+down made of strong creepers twisted together,
+and above and around the cries of cockatoos and
+parrots and the chirp of grasshoppers rang in her
+ears. She laid hold of the ladder of creeping
+plants and began to climb, but soon her head
+swam, she grew giddy, and called out to Lavo
+to help her. Then suddenly she found herself
+curled up in Mrs. Bunker's big beehive chair,
+and she wondered whether she had been asleep.</p>
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[36]</a></span></p>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2>CHAPTER III.</h2>
+
+<h3>ITALY.</h3>
+
+
+<p>"<span class="smcap">Suppose</span> and suppose I could have such
+another funny dream," said Lucy. "Mother
+Bunch, have you ever been to Italy?" and she
+put her finger on the long leg and foot, kicking
+at three-cornered Sicily.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, Missie, that I have; come out of this
+cold room and I'll tell you."</p>
+
+<p>Lucy was soon curled in her chair; but no,
+she wasn't! she was under such a blue, blue
+sky, as she had never dreamt of: clear sharp
+purple hills rose up against it. There was a
+clear rippling little fountain, bursting out of a<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[37]</a></span>
+rock, carved with old, old carvings, broken now
+and defaced, but shadowed over by lovely
+maidenhair fern and trailing bindweed; and in
+a niche above a little roof, sheltering a figure
+of the Blessed Virgin. Some way off stood a
+long low house propped up against the rich
+yellow stone walls and pillars of another old,
+old building, and with a great chestnut-tree
+shadowing over it. It had a balcony, and the
+gable end was open, and full of big yellow
+pumpkins and clusters of grapes hung up to
+dry, and some goats were feeding round.</p>
+
+<p>Then came a merry, merry voice singing
+something about <i>la vendemmia</i>; and though
+Lucy had never learnt Italian, her wonderful
+dream knowledge made her sure that this
+meant the vintage, the grape-gathering; and
+presently there came along a little girl dancing
+and beating a tambourine, with a basket
+fastened to her back, filled to overflowing with
+big, beautiful bunches of grapes: and a whole
+party of other children, all loaded with as many<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[38]</a></span>
+grapes as they could carry, came leaping and
+singing after her; their black hair loose, or
+sometimes twisted with vine-leaves; their big
+black eyes dancing with merriment, and their
+bare brown legs with glee.</p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 298px;">
+<img src="images/i006.jpg" width="298" height="400" alt="&quot;Ah! Cecco, Cecco!&quot; cried the little girl, pausing as she beat her tambourine." title="&quot;Ah! Cecco, Cecco!&quot; cried the little girl, pausing as she beat her tambourine." />
+<span class="caption">&quot;Ah! Cecco, Cecco!&quot; cried the little girl, pausing as she beat her tambourine.</span>
+<br /><div class='right'><i>Page 38.</i></div></div>
+
+
+
+<p>"Ah! Cecco, Cecco!" cried the little girl,
+pausing as she beat her tambourine, "here's a
+stranger who has no grapes; give them here!"</p>
+
+<p>"But," said Lucy, "aren't they your Mamma's
+grapes; may you give them away?"</p>
+
+<p>"Ah, ah! 'tis the <i>vendemmia</i>! all may eat
+grapes; as much as they will. See, there's the
+vineyard."</p>
+
+<p>Lucy saw on the slope of the hill above the
+cottage long poles such as hops grow upon,
+and vines trained about hither and thither in
+long festoons, with leaves growing purple with
+autumn, and clusters hanging down. Men in
+shady battered hats, bright sashes and braces,
+and white shirt sleeves, and women with handkerchiefs
+folded square over their heads, were
+cutting the grapes down, and piling them up<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[41]</a></span>
+in baskets; and a low cart drawn by two
+mouse-coloured oxen, with enormous wide horns
+and gentle-looking eyes, was waiting to be
+loaded with the baskets.</p>
+
+<p>"To the wine-press! to the press!" shouted
+the children, who were politeness itself and
+wanted to show her everything.</p>
+
+<p>The wine-press was a great marble trough
+with pipes leading off into other vessels around.
+Into it went the grapes, and in the midst were
+men and boys and little children, all with bare
+feet and legs up to the knees, dancing and
+leaping, and bounding and skipping upon the
+grapes, while the red juice covered their brown
+skins.</p>
+
+<p>"Come in, come in; you don't know how
+charming it is!" cried Cecco. "It is the best
+time of all the year, the dear vintage; come
+and tread the grapes."</p>
+
+<p>"But you must take off your shoes and
+stockings," said his sister, Nunziata; "we never
+wear them but on Sundays and holidays."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[42]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>Lucy was not sure that she might, but the
+children looked so joyous, and it seemed to be
+such fun, that she began fumbling with the
+buttons of her boots, and while she was doing
+it she opened her eyes, and found that her
+beautiful bunch of grapes was only the cushion
+in the bottom of Mother Bunch's chair.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[43]</a></span></p>
+<h2>CHAPTER IV.</h2>
+
+<h3>GREENLAND.</h3>
+
+
+<p>"<span class="smcap">Suppose</span> and suppose I tried what the very
+cold countries are like!"</p>
+
+<p>And Lucy bent over the globe till she was
+nearly ready to cut her head off with the brass
+meridian, as she looked at the long jagged
+tongue, with no particular top to it, hanging
+down on the east side of America. Perhaps
+it was the making herself so cold that did it,
+but she found herself in the midst of snow,
+snow, snow. All was snow except the sea, and
+that was a deep green, and in it were monstrous
+floating white things, pinnacled all over<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[44]</a></span>
+like the Cathedral, and as big, and with hollows
+in them of glorious deep blue and green, like
+jewels; Lucy knew they were icebergs. A sort
+of fringe of these cliffs of ice hemmed in the
+shore. And on one of them stood what she
+thought at first was a little brown bear, for
+the light was odd, the sun was so very low
+down, and there was so much glare from the
+snow that it seemed unnatural. However, before
+she had time to be afraid of the bear,
+she saw that it was really a little boy, with a
+hood and coat and leggings all of thick, thick
+fur, and a spear in his hand, with which he
+every now and then made a dash at a fish,&mdash;great
+cod fish, such as Mamma had, with
+oysters, when there was a dinner-party.</p>
+
+<p>Into them went his spear, up came the poor
+fish, and was strung with some others on a
+string the boy carried. Lucy crept up as well
+as she could on the slippery ice, and the little
+Esquimaux stared at her with a kind of stupid
+surprise.</p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 294px;">
+<img src="images/i007.jpg" width="294" height="400" alt="&quot;Is that the way you get fish?&quot; she asked." title="&quot;Is that the way you get fish?&quot; she asked." />
+<span class="caption">&quot;Is that the way you get fish?&quot; she asked.</span>
+<br /><div class='right'><i>Page 47.</i></div></div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[47]</a></span>"Is that the way you get fish?" she asked.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, and seals; Father gets them," he said.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, what's that, swimming out there?"</p>
+
+<p>"That's a white bear," he said, coolly; "we
+had better get home."</p>
+
+<p>Lucy thought so indeed; only where was
+home? that puzzled her. However, she trotted
+along by the side of her companion, and
+presently came to what might have been an
+enormous snowball, but there was a hole in it.
+Yes, it was hollow; and as her companion made
+for the opening, she saw more little stout figures
+rolled up in furs inside. Then she perceived
+that it was a house built up of blocks of snow,
+arranged so as to make the shape of a beehive,
+all frozen together, and with a window of ice.
+It made her shiver to think of going in, but she
+thought the white bear might come after her,
+and in she went. Even her little head had to
+bend under the low doorway, and behold it was
+the very closest, stuffiest, if not the hottest place
+she had ever been in! There was a kind of<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[48]</a></span>
+lamp burning in the hut; that is, a wick was
+floating in some oil, but there was no glass,
+such as Lucy had been apt to think the chief
+part of a lamp, and all round it squatted upon
+skins these queer little stumpy figures, dressed
+so much alike that there was no knowing the
+men from the women, except that the women
+had much the biggest boots, and used them
+instead of pockets, and they had their babies in
+bags of skin upon their backs.</p>
+
+<p>They seemed to be kind people, for they
+made room by their lamp for the little girl, and
+asked her where she had been wrecked, and then
+one of the women cut off a great lump of raw
+something&mdash;was it a walrus, with that round
+head and big tusks?&mdash;and held it up to her;
+and when Lucy shook her head and said, "No,
+thank you," as civilly as she could, the woman
+tore it in two, and handed a lump over her
+shoulder to her baby, who began to gnaw it.
+Then her first friend, the little boy, hoping to
+please her better, offered her some drink. Ah!<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[49]</a></span>
+it was oil, just like the oil that was burning in
+the lamp!&mdash;horrid train-oil from the whales! She
+could not help shaking her head, so much that
+she woke herself up!</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[50]</a></span></p>
+<h2>CHAPTER V</h2>
+
+<h3>TYROL.</h3>
+
+
+<p>"<span class="smcap">Suppose</span> and suppose I could see where that
+dear little black chamois horn came from! But
+Mother Bunch can't tell me about that I'm
+afraid, for she always went by sea, and here's
+the Tyrol without one bit of sea near it. It's
+just one of the strings to the great knot of
+mountains that tie Europe up in the middle.
+Oh! what is a mountain like?"</p>
+
+<p>Then suddenly came on Lucy's ears a loud
+blast like a trumpet; another answered it farther
+off, another fainter still, and as she started up
+she found she was standing on a little shelf of<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[51]</a></span>
+green grass with steep slopes of stones and
+rock above, below, and around her; and rising
+up all round huge, tall hills, their smooth slopes
+green and grassy, but in the steep places, all
+steep, stern cliff and precipice, and as they were
+seen further away they were of a beautiful
+purple, like a thunder-cloud. Close to Lucy
+grew blue gentians like those in Mamma's
+garden, and Alpine roses, and black orchises;
+but she did not know how to come down, and
+was getting rather frightened when a clear little
+voice said, "Little lady, have you lost your
+way? Wait till the evening hymn is over, and
+I'll come and help you;" and then Lucy stood
+and listened, while from all the peaks whence
+the horns had been blown there came the strong
+sweet sound of an evening hymn, all joining
+together, while there arose distant echoes of
+others farther away. When it was over, one
+shout of "Jodel" echoed from each point, and
+then all was still except for the tinkling of a
+little cow-bell. "That's the way we wish each<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[52]</a></span>
+other good night," said the little girl, as the
+shadows mounted high on the tops of the mountains,
+leaving them only peaks of rosy light.
+"Now come to the ch&acirc;let, and sister Rose will
+give you some milk."</p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 305px;">
+<img src="images/i008.jpg" width="305" height="400" alt="&quot;Help me, I&#39;m afraid,&quot; said Lucy." title="&quot;Help me, I&#39;m afraid,&quot; said Lucy." />
+<span class="caption">&quot;Help me, I&#39;m afraid,&quot; said Lucy.</span>
+<br /><div class='right'><i>Page 52.</i></div></div>
+
+<p>"Help me. I'm afraid," said Lucy.</p>
+
+<p>"That is nothing," said the mountain maiden
+springing up to her like a kid, in spite of her
+great heavy shoes; "you should see the places
+Father and Seppel climb when they hunt the
+chamois."</p>
+
+<p>"What is your name?" asked Lucy, who much
+liked the looks of her little companion in her
+broad straw hat, with a bunch of Alpine roses
+in it, her thick striped frock, and white body and
+sleeves, braced with black ribbon; it was such a
+pleasant, fresh, open face, with such rosy cheeks
+and kindly blue eyes, that Lucy felt quite
+at home.</p>
+
+<p>"I am little Katherl. This is the first time I
+have come up with Rose to the ch&acirc;let, for I am
+big enough to milk the cows now. Ah! do you<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[55]</a></span>
+see Ilse, the black one with a white tuft? She
+is our leading cow, and she knows it, the darling.
+She never lets the others get into dangerous
+places they cannot come off; she leads them
+home, at a sound of the horn; and when we go
+back to the village, she will lead the herd with
+a nosegay on the point of each horn, and a
+wreath round her neck. The men will come up
+and fetch us, Seppel and all; and may be Seppel
+will bring the medal for shooting with the rifle."</p>
+
+<p>"But what do you do up here?"</p>
+
+<p>"We girls go up for the summer with the
+cows to the pastures, the grass is so rich and
+good on the mountains, and we make butter and
+cheese. Wait, and you shall taste. Sit down on
+that stone."</p>
+
+<p>Lucy was glad to hear this promise, for the
+fresh mountain air had made her hungry. Katherl
+skipped away towards a house with a projecting
+wooden balcony, and deep eaves, beautifully
+carved, and came back with a slice of bread and
+delicious butter, and a good piece of cheese, all<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[56]</a></span>
+on a wooden platter, and a little bowl of new
+milk. Lucy thought she had never tasted
+anything so nice.</p>
+
+<p>"And now the gracious little lady will rest a
+little while," said Katherl, "whilst I go and help
+Rosel to strain the milk."</p>
+
+<p>So Lucy waited, but she felt so tired with her
+scramble that she could not help nodding off
+to sleep, though she would have liked very
+much to have stayed longer with the dear little
+Tyrolese. But we know by this time where
+she always found herself when she awoke.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[57]</a></span></p>
+<h2>CHAPTER VI.</h2>
+
+<h3>AFRICA.</h3>
+
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Oh!</span> oh! here is the little dried crocodile
+come alive, and opening a horrible great mouth
+lined with terrible teeth at her.</p>
+
+<p>No, he is no longer in the museum; he is in
+a broad river, yellow, heavy, and thick with
+mud; the borders are crowded with enormous
+reeds and rushes; there is no getting through;
+no breaking away from him; here he comes;
+horrid, horrid beast! Oh, how could Lucy have
+been so foolish as to want to travel in Africa
+up to the higher parts of the Nile? How will
+she ever get back again? He will gobble her<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[58]</a></span>
+up, her and Clare, who was trusted to her, and
+whatever will Mamma and sister do?</p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 315px;">
+<img src="images/i009.jpg" width="315" height="400" alt="Hark! There&#39;s a cry, and out jumps a little black figure, with a stout club in his hand." title="Hark! There&#39;s a cry, and out jumps a little black figure, with a stout club in his hand." />
+<span class="caption">Hark! There&#39;s a cry, and out jumps a little black figure, with a stout club in his hand.</span>
+<br /><div class='right'><i>Page 58.</i></div></div>
+
+
+<p>Hark! There's a cry, a great shout, and out
+jumps a little black figure, with a stout club in
+his hand: smash it goes down on the head of
+master crocodile; the ugly beast is turning over
+on its back and dying. Then Lucy has time
+to look at the little Negro, and he has time to
+look at her. What a droll figure he is, with his
+woolly head and thick lips, the whites of his
+eyes and his teeth gleaming so brightly, and his
+fat little black person shining all over, as well it
+may, for he is rubbed from head to foot with
+castor-oil. There it grows on that bush, with
+broad, beautiful, folded leaves and red stems
+and the pretty grey and black nuts. Lucy only
+wishes the negroes would keep it all to polish
+themselves with, and not send any home.</p>
+
+<p>She wants to give the little black fellow some
+reward for saving her from the crocodile, and
+luckily Clare has on her long necklace of blue
+glass beads. She puts it into his hand, and he<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61">[61]</a></span>
+twists it round his black wool, and cuts such
+dances and capers for joy that Lucy can hardly
+stand for laughing; but the sun shines scorching
+hot upon her, and she gets under the shade of
+a tall date palm, with big leaves all shooting
+out together at the top, and fine bunches of
+dates below, all fresh and green, not dried like
+those Papa sometimes gives her at dessert.</p>
+
+<p>The little negro, Tojo, asks if she would like
+some; he takes her by the hand, and leads
+her into a whole cluster of little round mud
+huts, telling her that he is Tojo, the king's son;
+she is his little sister, and these are all his
+mothers! Which is his real mother Lucy cannot
+quite make out, for she sees an immense party
+of black women, all shiny and polished, with a
+great many beads wound round their heads,
+necks, ankles, and wrists; and nothing besides
+the tiniest short petticoats: and all the fattest
+are the smartest; indeed, they have gourds of
+milk beside them, and are drinking it all day
+long to keep themselves fat. No sooner however<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_62" id="Page_62">[62]</a></span>
+is Lucy led in among them, than they all close
+round, some singing and dancing, and others
+laughing for joy, and crying, "Welcome little
+daughter, from the land of spirits!" and then
+she finds out that they think she is really Tojo's
+little sister, who died ten moons ago, come back
+again from the grave as a white spirit.</p>
+
+<p>Tojo's own mother, a very fat woman indeed,
+holds out her arms, as big as bed-posts and
+terribly greasy, gives her a dose of sour milk out
+of a gourd, makes her lie down with her head
+in her lap, and begins to sing to her, till Lucy
+goes to sleep; and wakes, very glad to see the
+crocodile as brown and hard and immovable as
+ever; and that odd round gourd with a little
+hole in it, hanging up from the ceiling.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63">[63]</a></span></p>
+<h2>CHAPTER VII.</h2>
+
+<h3>LAPLANDERS.</h3>
+
+
+<p>"<span class="smcap">It</span> shall not be a hot country next time,"
+said Lucy, "though, after all, the whale oil was
+not much worse than the castor oil.&mdash;Mother
+Bunch, did your whaler always go to Greenland,
+and never to any nicer place?"</p>
+
+<p>"Well, Missie, once we were driven between
+foul winds and icebergs up into a fiord near
+North Cape, right at midsummer, and I'll never
+forget what we saw there."</p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 291px;">
+<img src="images/i010.jpg" width="291" height="400" alt="And here beside her was a little fellow with a bow and arrows, such as she had never seen before." title="And here beside her was a little fellow with a bow and arrows, such as she had never seen before." />
+<span class="caption">And here beside her was a little fellow with a bow and arrows, such as she had never seen before.</span>
+<br /><div class='right'><i>Page 64.</i></div></div>
+
+
+<p>Lucy was not likely to forget, either, for she
+found herself standing by a narrow inlet of sea,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_64" id="Page_64">[64]</a></span>
+as blue and smooth as a lake, and closely shut
+in, except on the west, with red rocky hills
+and precipices with pine-trees growing on them,
+except where the bare rock was too steep, or
+where on a somewhat smoother shelf stood a
+timbered house, with a farm-yard and barns all
+round it. But the odd thing was that the sun
+was where she had never seen him before,&mdash;quite
+in the north, making all the shadows come
+the wrong way. But how came the sun to be
+visible at all so very late? Ah! she knew it
+now; this was Norway, and there was no night
+at all!</p>
+
+<p>And here beside her was a little fellow with
+a bow and arrows, such as she had never seen
+before, except in the hands of the little Cupids
+in the pictures in the drawing-room. Mother
+Bunch had said that the little brown boys in
+India looked like the bronze Cupid who was on
+the mantelshelf, but this little boy was white, or
+rather sallow-faced, and well dressed too, in a
+tight, round, leather cap, and a dark blue kind<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67">[67]</a></span>
+of shaggy gown with hairy leggings; and what
+he was shooting at was some kind of wild-duck
+or goose, that came tumbling down heavily with
+the arrow right across its neck.</p>
+
+<p>"There," said the boy, "I'll take that, and sell
+it to the Norse bonder's wife up in the house
+above there."</p>
+
+<p>"Who are you, then?" said Lucy.</p>
+
+<p>"I'm a Lapp. We live on the hills, where the
+Norseman has not driven us away, and the
+reindeer find their grass in summer and their
+moss in winter."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh! have you got reindeer? I should so
+like to see them and to drive in a sledge!"</p>
+
+<p>The boy, whose name was Peder, laughed, and
+said, "You can't go in a sledge except when it
+is winter, with snow and ice to go upon, but I'll
+soon show you a reindeer."</p>
+
+<p>Then he led the way, past the deliciously
+smelling, whispering pine-woods that sheltered
+the Norwegian homestead, starting a little aside
+when a great, tall, fair-faced, fair-haired Norse<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_68" id="Page_68">[68]</a></span>
+farmer came striding along, singing some old
+old song, as he carried a heavy log on his
+shoulder, past a seater or mountain meadow
+where the girls were pasturing their cows, much
+like Lucy's friends in the Tirol, out upon the
+grey moorland, where there was an odd little
+cluster of tents covered with skins, and droll
+little, short, stumpy people running about
+them.</p>
+
+<p>Peder gave a curious long cry, put his hand
+in his pocket, and pulled out a lump of salt.
+Presently, a pair of long horns appeared, then
+another, then a whole herd of the deer with big
+heads and horns growing a good deal forward.
+The salt was held to them, and a rope was
+fastened to all their horns that they might stand
+still in a line, while the little Lapp women milked
+them. Peder went up to one of the women, and
+brought back a little cupful for his visitor; it
+was all that one deer gave, but it was so rich as
+to be almost like drinking cream. He led her
+into one of the tents, but it was very smoky,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69">[69]</a></span>
+and not much cleaner than the Esquimaux. It
+is a wonder how Lucy could go to sleep there,
+but she did, heartily wishing herself somewhere
+else.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_70" id="Page_70">[70]</a></span></p>
+<h2>CHAPTER VIII.</h2>
+
+<h3>CHINA.</h3>
+
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Was</span> it the scent of the perfumed tea, a present
+from an old sailor friend, which Mrs. Bunker was
+putting away, or was it the sight of the red
+jar ornamented with little black-and-gold men,
+with round caps, long petticoats, and pigtails, that
+caused Lucy next to open her eyes upon a cane
+sofa, with cushions ornamented with figures in
+coloured silks? The floor of the room was of
+shining inlaid wood; there were beautifully woven
+mats all round; stands made of red lacquer
+work, and seats of cane and bamboo; and there
+was a round window, through which could be<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_71" id="Page_71">[71]</a></span>
+seen a beautiful garden, full of flowering shrubs
+and trees, a clear pond lined with coloured tiles
+in the middle, and over the wall the gilded roof
+of a pagoda, like an umbrella, only all in ridge
+and furrow, and with a little bell at every spoke.
+Beyond, were beautifully and fantastically shaped
+hills, and a lake below with pleasure boats on
+it. It was all wonderfully like being upon a
+bowl come to life, and Lucy knew she was in
+China, even before there came into the room,
+toddling upon her poor little tiny feet, a young
+lady with a small yellow face, little slips of eyes
+sloping upwards from her flat nose, and back
+hair combed up very tight from her face, and
+twisted up with flowers and ornaments. She
+had ever so many robes on, the edge of one
+peeping out below the other, and at the top a
+sort of blue China-crape tunic, with very wide
+loose sleeves drooping an immense way from
+her hands. There was no gathering in at the
+waist, and it reached to her knees, where a still
+more splendid white silk, embroidered, trailed<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_72" id="Page_72">[72]</a></span>
+along. She had a big fan in her hand, but when
+she saw the visitor she went up to a beautiful
+little low table, with an ivory frill round it,
+where stood some dainty, delicate tea-cups and
+saucers. Into one of these she put a little ball,
+about as big as an oak-apple, of tea-leaves; a
+maid dressed like herself poured hot water on
+it, and handed it on a lacquer-work tray. Lucy
+took it, said, "Thank you," and then waited.</p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 297px;">
+<img src="images/i011.jpg" width="297" height="400" alt="&quot;Is it not good?&quot; said the little hostess." title="&quot;Is it not good?&quot; said the little hostess." />
+<span class="caption">&quot;Is it not good?&quot; said the little hostess.</span>
+<br /><div class='right'><i>Page 72.</i></div></div>
+
+
+<p>"Is it not good?" said the little hostess.</p>
+
+<p>"It must be! You are the real tea people,"
+said Lucy; "but I was waiting for sugar and
+milk."</p>
+
+<p>"That would spoil it," said the Chinese damsel;
+"only outer barbarians would think of such
+a thing. And, ah! I see you are one! See,
+Ki-hi, what monstrous feet!"</p>
+
+<p>"They are not bigger than your maid's,"
+said Lucy, rather disgusted. "Why are yours
+so small?"</p>
+
+<p>"Because my mother and nurse took care of
+me when I was a baby, and bound them up<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_75" id="Page_75">[75]</a></span>
+that they might not grow big and ugly like
+the poor creatures who have to run about for
+their husbands, feed silkworms, and tend ducks!"</p>
+
+<p>"But shouldn't you like to walk without
+almost tumbling down?" said Lucy.</p>
+
+<p>"No, indeed! Me, a daughter of a mandarin
+of the blue button! You are a mere barbarian
+to think a lady ought to want to walk. Do
+you not see that I never do anything? Look
+at my lovely nails."</p>
+
+<p>"I think they are claws," said Lucy; "do
+you never break them?"</p>
+
+<p>"No; when they are a little longer, I shall
+wear silver shields for them, as my mother
+does."</p>
+
+<p>"And do you really never work?"</p>
+
+<p>"I should think not," said the young lady,
+scornfully fanning herself; "I leave that to the
+common folk, who are obliged. Come with me
+and let me lean on you, and I will give you a
+peep through the lattice, that you may see that
+my father is far above making his daughter<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_76" id="Page_76">[76]</a></span>
+work. See, there he sits, with his moustachios
+hanging down to his chin, and his tail to his
+heels, and the blue dragon embroidered on his
+breast, watching while they prepare the hall for
+a grand dinner. There will be a stew of puppy
+dog, and another of kittens, and birds-nest
+soup; and then the players will come and act
+a part of the nine-night tragedy, and we will
+look through the lattice. Ah! Father is
+smoking opium, that he may be serene and in
+good spirits! Does it make your head ache?
+Ah! that is because you are a mere outer
+barbarian. She is asleep, Ki-hi; lay her on the
+sofa, and let her sleep. How ugly her pale
+hair is, almost as bad as her big feet!"</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_79" id="Page_79">[79]</a></span></p>
+<h2>CHAPTER IX.</h2>
+
+<h3>KAMSCHATKA.</h3>
+
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 293px;">
+<img src="images/i012.jpg" width="293" height="400" alt="Whisking over the snow with all her might and main, muffled up in cloaks and furs." title="Whisking over the snow with all her might and main, muffled up in cloaks and furs." />
+<span class="caption">Whisking over the snow with all her might and main, muffled up in cloaks and furs.</span>
+<br /><div class='right'><i>Page 79.</i></div></div>
+
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Lucy</span> had been disappointed of a drive with
+the reindeer, and she had been telling Don how
+useful his relations were in other places. Behold,
+she awoke in a wide plain, where as far as her
+eye could reach there was nothing but snow.
+The few fir-trees that stood in the distance were
+heavily laden; and Lucy herself,&mdash;where was
+she? Going very fast? Yes, whisking over
+the snow with all her might and main, and
+muffled up in cloaks and furs, as indeed was
+necessary, for her breath froze upon the big
+muffler round her throat, so that it seemed to<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_80" id="Page_80">[80]</a></span>
+be standing up in a wall; and by her side was
+a little boy, muffled up quite as close, with a cap
+or rather hood, casing his whole head, his hands
+gloved in fur up to the elbows, and long fur
+boots. He had an immense long whip in his
+hand, and was flourishing it, and striking with
+it&mdash;at what? They were an enormous way off
+from him, but they really were very big dogs,
+rushing along like the wind, and bearing along
+with them&mdash;what? Lucy's ambition&mdash;a sledge,
+a thing without wheels, but gliding along most
+rapidly on the hard snow; flying, flying almost
+fast enough to take away her breath, and leaving
+birds, foxes, and any creature she saw for one
+instant, far behind. And&mdash;what was very odd&mdash;the
+young driver had no reins; he shouted at
+the dogs and now and then threw a stick at
+them, and they quite seemed to understand,
+and turned when he wanted them. Lucy
+wondered how he or they knew the way, it all
+seemed such a waste of snow; and after feeling
+at first as if the rapidity of their course made<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_81" id="Page_81">[81]</a></span>
+her unable to speak, she ventured on gasping
+out, "Well, I've been in an express train, but
+this beats it! Where are you going?"</p>
+
+<p>"To Petropawlowsky, to change these skins
+for whisky and coffee, and rice," answered the
+boy.</p>
+
+<p>"What skins are they?" asked Lucy.</p>
+
+<p>"Bears'&mdash;big brown bears that Father killed
+in a cave&mdash;and wolves' and those of the little
+ermine and sable that we trap. We get much,
+much for the white ermine and his black tail.
+Father's coming in another sledge with, oh!
+such a big pile. Don't you hear his dogs yelp?
+We'll win the race yet! Ugh! hoo! hoo! hoo-o-o!&mdash;On!
+on! lazy ones, on, I say! don't let
+the old dogs catch the young!"</p>
+
+<p>Crack, crack, went the whip; the dogs yelped
+with eagerness,&mdash;they don't bark, those Northern
+dogs; the little Kamschatkadale bawled louder
+and louder, and never saw when Lucy rolled off
+behind, and was left in the middle of a huge
+snowdrift, while he flew on with his load.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_82" id="Page_82">[82]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>Here were his father's dogs overtaking her;
+picking her&mdash;some one picking her up. No, it
+was Don! and here was Mrs. Bunker exclaiming,
+"Well, I never thought to find Miss Lucy in no
+better a place than on Master's old bearskin!"</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_83" id="Page_83">[83]</a></span></p>
+<h2>CHAPTER X.</h2>
+
+<h3>THE TURK.</h3>
+
+
+<p>"<span class="smcap">What</span> a beautiful long necklace, Mrs. Bunker!
+May I have it for Lonicera?"</p>
+
+<p>"You may play with it while you are here,
+Missie, if you'll take care not to break the
+string, but it is too curious for you to take
+home and lose. It is what they call a Turkish
+rosary; they say it is made of rose-leaves
+reduced to a paste and squeezed ever so hard
+together, and that the poor ladies that are shut
+up in the harems have little or nothing to do
+but to run them through their fingers."</p>
+
+<p>"It has a very nice smell," said Lucy,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_84" id="Page_84">[84]</a></span>
+examining the dark brown beads, which hung
+rather loosely on their string, and letting them
+fall one by one through her hands, till of course
+that happened which she was hoping for: she
+woke on a long low sofa, in the midst of a
+room all carpet and cushions, in bright colours
+and gorgeous patterns, curling about with no
+particular meaning; and with a window of
+rich brass lattice-work.</p>
+
+<p>And by her side there was an odd bubbling,
+that put her in mind of blowing the soap-suds
+into a honey-comb when preparing them for
+bubble blowing; but when she looked round
+she saw something very unlike the long pipes
+her brother called "churchwardens," or the
+basin of soap-suds. There was a beautifully
+shaped glass bottle, and into it went a long,
+long twisting tube, like a snake coiled on the
+floor, and the other end of the serpent, instead
+of a head, had an amber mouth-piece which
+went between a pair of lips. Lucy knew it for
+a hubble-bubble or narghilhe, and saw that the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_85" id="Page_85">[85]</a></span>
+lips were in a brown face, with big black eyes,
+round which dark bluish circles were drawn.
+The jet-black hair was carefully braided with
+jewels, and over it was thrown a great rose-coloured
+gauze veil; there was a loose purple
+satin sort of pelisse over a white silk embroidered
+vest, tied in with a sash, striped with all
+manner of colours, also immense wide white
+muslin trousers, out of which peeped a pair of
+brown bare feet, which, however, had a splendid
+pair of slippers curled up at the toes.</p>
+
+<p>The owner seemed to be very little older
+than Lucy, and sat gravely looking at her for
+a little while, then clapped her hands. A black
+woman came, and the young Turkish maiden
+said, "Bring coffee for the little Frank lady."</p>
+
+<p>So a tiny table of mother-of-pearl was brought,
+and on it some exquisite little striped porcelain
+cups, standing not in saucers, but in silver
+filigree cups into which they exactly fitted.
+Lucy remembered her Chinese experience, and
+did not venture to ask for milk or sugar, but<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_86" id="Page_86">[86]</a></span>
+she found that the real Turkish coffee was so
+pure and delicate that she could bear to drink
+it without.</p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 288px;">
+<img src="images/i013.jpg" width="288" height="400" alt="&quot;Married! Oh, no, you are joking.&quot;" title="&quot;Married! Oh, no, you are joking.&quot;" />
+<span class="caption">&quot;Married! Oh, no, you are joking.&quot;</span>
+<br /><div class='right'><i>Page 86.</i></div></div>
+
+
+<p>"Where are your jewels?" then asked the
+little hostess.</p>
+
+<p>"I'm not old enough to have any?"</p>
+
+<p>"How old are you?"</p>
+
+<p>"Nine."</p>
+
+<p>"Nine! I'm only ten, and I shall be married
+next week&mdash;&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>"Married! Oh, no, you are joking."</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, I shall. Selim Bey has paid my father
+the dowry for me, and I shall be taken to his
+house next week."</p>
+
+<p>"And I suppose you like him very much."</p>
+
+<p>"He looks big and tall," said the child with
+exultation. "I saw him riding when I went
+with my mother to the Sweet Waters. 'Amina,'
+she said, 'there is your lord, in the Frankish
+coat&mdash;with the white horse.'"</p>
+
+<p>"Have you not talked to him?"</p>
+
+<p>"What should I do that for?"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_89" id="Page_89">[89]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"Aunt Bessie used to like to talk to nobody
+but Uncle Frank before they were married."</p>
+
+<p>"I shall talk enough when I am married. I
+shall make him give me plenty of sweetmeats,
+and a carriage with two handsome bullocks, and
+the biggest Nubian black slave in the market
+to drive me to Sweet Waters, in a thin blue
+veil, with all my jewels on. Father says that
+Selim Bey will give me everything, and a Frank
+governess. What is a governess? Is it anything
+like the little gold case you have round your neck?"</p>
+
+<p>"My locket with Mamma's hair? Oh, no, no,"
+said Lucy, laughing; "a governess is a lady to
+teach you."</p>
+
+<p>"I don't want to learn any more," said Amina,
+much disgusted; "I shall tell him I can make a
+pillau, and dry sweetmeats, and roll rose-leaves.
+What should I learn for?"</p>
+
+<p>"Should you not like to read and write?"</p>
+
+<p>"Teaching is only meant for men. They have
+got to read the Koran, but it is all ugly letters;
+I won't learn to read."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_90" id="Page_90">[90]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"You don't know how nice it is to read
+stories, and all about different countries. Ah!
+I wish I was in the schoolroom, at home, and
+I would show you how pleasant it is."</p>
+
+<p>And Lucy seemed to have her wish all at
+once, for she and Amina stood in her own
+schoolroom, but with no one else there. The
+first thing Amina did was to scream, "Oh,
+what shocking windows! even men can see
+in; shut them up." She rolled herself up in
+her veil, and Lucy could only satisfy her by
+pulling down all the blinds, after which she
+ventured to look about a little. "What have
+you to sit on?" she asked, with great disgust.</p>
+
+<p>"Chairs and stools," said Lucy, laughing and
+showing them.</p>
+
+<p>"These little tables with four legs! How
+can you sit on them?"</p>
+
+<p>Lucy sat down and showed her. "That is
+not sitting," she said, and tried to curl herself
+up cross-legged; "I can't dangle down my legs."</p>
+
+<p>"Our governess always makes us write out<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_91" id="Page_91">[91]</a></span>
+a tense of a French verb if she sees us sitting
+with our legs crossed," said Lucy, laughing
+with much amusement at Amina's attempts to
+wriggle herself up on the stool whence she
+nearly fell.</p>
+
+<p>"Ah, I will never have a governess!" cried
+Amina. "I will cry, and cry, and give Selim
+Bey no rest till he promises to let me alone.
+What a dreadful place this is! Where can you
+sleep?"</p>
+
+<p>"In bed, to be sure" said Lucy.</p>
+
+<p>"I see no cushions to lie on."</p>
+
+<p>"No; we have bedrooms, and beds there.
+We should not think of taking off our clothes
+here."</p>
+
+<p>"What should you undress for?"</p>
+
+<p>"To sleep, of course."</p>
+
+<p>"How horrible! We sleep in all our clothes
+wherever we like to lie down. We never undress
+but for the bath. Do you go to the bath?"</p>
+
+<p>"I have a bath every morning, when I get
+up, in my own room."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_92" id="Page_92">[92]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 280px;">
+<img src="images/i014.jpg" width="280" height="400" alt="&quot;I will show you where you live. This is Constantinople.&quot;" title="&quot;I will show you where you live. This is Constantinople.&quot;" />
+<span class="caption">&quot;I will show you where you live. This is Constantinople.&quot;</span>
+<br /><div class='right'><i>Page 92.</i></div></div>
+
+
+<p>"Bathe at home! Then you never see your
+friends? We meet at the bath, and talk and
+play and laugh."</p>
+
+<p>"Meet bathing! No, indeed! We meet at
+home, and out of doors," said Lucy; "my friend
+Annie and I walk together."</p>
+
+<p>"Walk together! what, in the street? Shocking!
+You cannot be a lady."</p>
+
+<p>"Indeed I am," said Lucy, colouring up.
+"My Papa is a gentleman. And see how many
+books we have, and how much we have to
+learn! French, and music, and sums, and
+grammar, and history, and geography."</p>
+
+<p>"I <i>will</i> not be a Frank! No, no! I will
+not learn," said the alarmed Amina on hearing
+this catalogue poured forth.</p>
+
+<p>"Geography is very nice," said Lucy; "here
+are our maps. I will show you where you live.
+This is Constantinople."</p>
+
+<p>"I live at Stamboul," said Amina, scornfully.</p>
+
+<p>"There is Stamboul in little letters below&mdash;look."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_95" id="Page_95">[95]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"That Stamboul! The Frank girl is false;
+Stamboul is a large, large, beautiful place; not
+a little black speck. I can see it from my
+lattice. White houses and mosques in the sun,
+and the blue Golden Horn, with the little
+caiques gliding."</p>
+
+<p>Before Lucy could explain, the door opened,
+and one of her brothers put in his head. At
+once Amina began to scream and roll herself
+in the window curtain. "A man in the harem!
+Oh! oh! oh! Were there no slippers at the
+door?" And her screaming brought Lucy awake
+at Uncle Joe's again.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_96" id="Page_96">[96]</a></span></p>
+<h2>CHAPTER XI.</h2>
+
+<h3>SWITZERLAND.</h3>
+
+
+<p>"<span class="smcap">I liked</span> the mountain girl best of all,"
+thought Lucy. "I wonder whether I shall ever
+get among the mountains again. There's a
+great stick in the corner that Uncle Joe calls
+his alpenstock. I'll go and read the names
+upon it. They are all the mountains where
+he has used it."</p>
+
+<p>She read Mount Blanc, Mount Cenis, the
+Wengern, and so on; and of course as she
+read and sung them over to herself, they lulled
+her off into her wonderful dreams, and brought
+her this time into a meadow, steep and sloping,
+but full of flowers, the loveliest flowers, of all
+kinds, growing among the long grass that<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_97" id="Page_97">[97]</a></span>
+waved over them. The fresh clear air was so
+delicious that she almost hoped she was gone
+back to her dear Tyrol; but the hills were not
+the same. She saw upon the slope quantities
+of cows, goats, and sheep, feeding just as on
+the Tyrolese Alps; but beyond was a dark row
+of pines, and up above, in the sky as it were,
+rose all round great sharp points&mdash;like clouds
+for their whiteness, but not in their straight
+jagged outlines; and here and there the deep
+grey clefts between seemed to spread into
+white rivers, or over the ruddy purple of the
+half-distance came sharp white lines darting
+downwards.</p>
+
+<p>As she sat up in the grass and looked about
+her, a bark startled her. A dog began to
+growl, bark, and dance round her, so that she
+would have been much frightened if the next
+moment a voice had not called him off&mdash;"Fie,
+Brilliant, down; let the little girl alone. <i>Fi
+donc.</i> He is good, Mademoiselle, never fear.
+He helps me keep the cows."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_98" id="Page_98">[98]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 284px;">
+<img src="images/i015.jpg" width="284" height="400" alt="&quot;I cut it out with my knife, all myself.&quot;" title="&quot;I cut it out with my knife, all myself.&quot;" />
+<span class="caption">&quot;I cut it out with my knife, all myself.&quot;</span>
+<br /><div class='right'><i>Page 98.</i></div></div>
+
+
+
+<p>"Who are you, then?"</p>
+
+<p>"I am Maurice, the little herd-boy. I live
+with my grandmother, and work for her."</p>
+
+<p>"What, in keeping cows?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes; and look here!"</p>
+
+<p>"O the delicious little cottage! It has eaves,
+and windows, and balconies, and a door, and
+little cows and sheep, and men and women, all
+in pretty white wood! You did not make it,
+Maurice?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, truly, I did; I cut it out with my
+knife, all myself."</p>
+
+<p>"How clever you must be. And what shall
+you do with it?"</p>
+
+<p>"I shall watch for a carriage with ladies
+winding up that long road; and then I shall
+stand and take off my hat, and hold out my
+cottage. Perhaps they will buy it, and then
+I shall have enough to get grandmother a
+warm gown for the winter. When I grow
+bigger I will be a guide, like my father."</p>
+
+<p>"A guide?"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_101" id="Page_101">[101]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"Yes, to lead travellers up to the mountain-tops.
+There is nowhere you English will not
+go. The harder a mountain is to climb, the
+more bent you are on going up. And oh, I
+shall love it too! There are the great glaciers,
+the broad streams of ice that fill up the furrows
+of the mountains, with the crevasses so blue
+and beautiful and cruel. It was in one of them
+my father was swallowed up."</p>
+
+<p>"Ah! then how can you love them?" said
+Lucy.</p>
+
+<p>"Because they are so grand and so beautiful,"
+said Maurice. "No other place has the
+like, and they make one's heart swell with
+wonder, and joy in the God who made them.
+And it is only the brave who dare to climb
+them!"</p>
+
+<p>And Maurice's eyes sparkled, and Lucy
+looked at the clear, stern glory of the
+mountain points, and felt as if she understood
+him.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_102" id="Page_102">[102]</a></span></p>
+<h2>CHAPTER XII.</h2>
+
+<h3>THE COSSACK.</h3>
+
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 305px;">
+<img src="images/i016.jpg" width="305" height="400" alt="While he jerked out his arms and legs as if they were pulled by strings." title="While he jerked out his arms and legs as if they were pulled by strings." />
+<span class="caption">While he jerked out his arms and legs as if they were pulled by strings.</span>
+<br /><div class='right'><i>Page 102.</i></div></div>
+
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Caper</span>, caper; dance, dance. What a wonderful
+dance it was, just as if the little fellow
+had been made of cork, so high did he bound
+the moment he touched the ground; while he
+jerked out his arms and legs as if they were
+pulled by strings, like the Marionettes that
+had once performed in the front of the window.
+Only, his face was all fun and life, and he did
+look so proud and delighted to show what he
+could do; and it was all in clear, fresh, open
+air, the whole extent covered with short green
+grass, upon which were grazing herds of small
+lean horses, and flocks of sheep without tails,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_105" id="Page_105">[105]</a></span>
+but with their wool puffed out behind into
+a sort of bustle or <i>panier</i>. There was a cluster
+of clean, white-looking houses in the distance;
+and Lucy knew that she was in the great plains
+called the Steppes, that lie between the rivers
+Volga and Don, and may be either in Europe
+or Asia, according as you look at an old map
+or a new.</p>
+
+<p>"Do you live there?" she asked, by way of
+beginning the conversation.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes; my father is the hetman of the Stantitza,
+and these are my holidays. I go to school at
+Tcherkask most part of the year."</p>
+
+<p>"Tcherkask! Oh, what a funny name!"</p>
+
+<p>"And you would think it a funny town if
+you were there. It is built on a great bog by
+the side of the river Volga; all the houses stand
+on piles of timber, and in the spring the streets
+are full of water, and one has to sail about in
+boats."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh! that must be delicious."</p>
+
+<p>"I don't like it as much as coming home and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_106" id="Page_106">[106]</a></span>
+riding. See!" and as he whistled, one of the
+horses came whinnying up, and put his nose
+over the boy's shoulder.</p>
+
+<p>"Good fellow! But your horses are thin;
+they look little."</p>
+
+<p>"Little!" cried the young Cossack. "Why,
+do you know what our little horses can do?
+There are not many armies in Europe that they
+have not ridden down, at one time or another.
+Why, the church at Tcherkask is hung all round
+with Colours we have taken from our enemies.
+There's the Swede&mdash;didn't Charles XII. get the
+worst of it when he came in his big boots after
+the Cossack?&mdash;ay, and the Turk, and the Austrian,
+and the German, and the French? Ah! doesn't
+my grandfather tell how he rode his good little
+horse all the way from the Volga to the Seine,
+and the good Czar Alexander himself gave him
+the medal with 'Not unto us, but unto Thy
+Name be the praise'? Our father the Czar
+does not think so little of us and our horses
+as you do, young lady."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_107" id="Page_107">[107]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"I beg your pardon," said Lucy; "I did not
+know what your horses could do."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, you did not! That is some excuse for
+you. I'll show you."</p>
+
+<p>And in one moment he was on the back of
+his little horse, leaning down on its neck, and
+galloping off over the green plain like the wind;
+but it seemed to Lucy as if she had only just
+watched him out of sight on one side before
+he was close to her on the other, having whirled
+round and cantered close up to her while she
+was looking the other way. "Come up with
+me," he said; and in one moment she had been
+swept up before him on the little horse's neck,
+and was flying so wildly over the Steppes that
+her breath and sense failed her, and she knew
+no more till she was safe by Mrs. Bunker's
+fireside again.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_108" id="Page_108">[108]</a></span></p>
+<h2>CHAPTER XIII.</h2>
+
+<h3>SPAIN.</h3>
+
+
+<p>"<span class="smcap">Suppose</span> and suppose I go to sleep again;
+what should I like to see next? A sunny
+place, I think, where there is sea to look at.
+Shall it be Spain, and shall it be among the
+poor people? Well, I think I should like to be
+where there is a little lady girl. I hope they
+are not all as lazy and conceited as the Chinese
+and the Turk."</p>
+
+<p>So Lucy awoke in a large cool room with a
+marble floor and heavy curtains, but with little
+furniture except one table, and a row of chairs
+ranged along the wall. It had two windows, one<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_109" id="Page_109">[109]</a></span>
+looking out into a garden,&mdash;such a garden!&mdash;orange-trees
+with shining leaves and green and
+golden fruit and white flowers, and jasmines,
+and great lilies standing round about a marble
+court, in the midst of which was a basin of red
+marble, where a fountain was playing, making
+a delicious splashing; and out beyond these
+sparkled in the sun the loveliest and most
+delicious of blue seas&mdash;the same blue sea, indeed,
+that Lucy had seen in her Italian visit.</p>
+
+<p>That window was empty; but the other, which
+looked out into the street, had cushions laid on
+the sill, an open-work stone ledge beyond, and
+little looking-glasses on either side; and leaning
+over this sill there was seated a little maiden
+in a white frock, but with a black lace veil
+fastened by a rose into her jet-black hair, and
+the daintiest, prettiest-shaped little feet imaginable
+in white satin shoes, which could be plainly
+seen as she knelt on the window-seat.</p>
+
+<p>"What are you looking at?" asked Lucy,
+coming to her side.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_110" id="Page_110">[110]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 309px;">
+<img src="images/i017.jpg" width="309" height="400" alt="&quot;See now,&quot; cried the Spaniard, &quot;stand there. Ah! have you no castanets?&quot;" title="&quot;See now,&quot; cried the Spaniard, &quot;stand there. Ah! have you no castanets?&quot;" />
+<span class="caption">&quot;See now,&quot; cried the Spaniard, &quot;stand there. Ah! have you no castanets?&quot;</span>
+<br /><div class='right'><i>Page 110.</i></div></div>
+
+
+
+<p>"I'm watching for the procession. Then I
+shall go to church with Mamma. Look! That
+way we shall see it come; these two mirrors
+reflect everything up and down the street."</p>
+
+<p>"Are you dressed for church?" asked Lucy.
+"You have no hat on."</p>
+
+<p>"Where does your grace come from not to
+know that a mantilla is what is fit for church?
+Mamma is being dressed in her black silk and
+her black mantilla."</p>
+
+<p>"And your shoes?"</p>
+
+<p>"I could not wear great, coarse, hard shoes,"
+said the little Do&ntilde;a I&ntilde;es; "it would spoil my
+feet. Ah! I shall have time to show the Senorita
+what I can do. Can your grace dance?"</p>
+
+<p>"I danced with Uncle Joe at our last Christmas
+party," said Lucy, with great dignity.</p>
+
+<p>"See now," cried the Spaniard; "stand there.
+Ah! have you no castanets?" and she quickly
+took out two very small ivory shells or bowls,
+each pair fastened together by a loop, through
+which she passed her thumb so that the little<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_113" id="Page_113">[113]</a></span>
+spoons hung on her palm, and she could snap
+them together with her fingers.</p>
+
+<p>Then she began to dance round Lucy in the
+most graceful swimming way, now rising, now
+falling, and cracking her castanets together at
+intervals. Lucy tried to do the same, but her
+limbs seemed like a wooden doll's compared
+with the suppleness and ease of I&ntilde;es. She
+made sharp corners and angles, where the
+Spaniard floated so like a sea-bird that it was
+like seeing her fly or float rather than merely
+dance, till at last the very watching her rendered
+Lucy drowsy and dizzy, and as the church bells
+began to ring, and the chant of the procession
+to sound, she lost all sense of being in sunny
+Malaga, the home of grapes.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_114" id="Page_114">[114]</a></span></p>
+<h2>CHAPTER XIV.</h2>
+
+<h3>GERMANY.</h3>
+
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 292px;">
+<img src="images/i018.jpg" width="292" height="400" alt="&quot;What are you about, little boy?&quot;" title="&quot;What are you about, little boy?&quot;" />
+<span class="caption">&quot;What are you about, little boy?&quot;</span>
+<br /><div class='right'><i>Page 114.</i></div></div>
+
+
+<p><span class="smcap">There</span> was a great murmur and buzz of
+learning lessons; rows upon rows of little boys
+were sitting before desks, studying; very few
+heads looked up as Lucy found herself walking
+round the room&mdash;a large clean room, with maps
+hanging on the walls, but hot and weary-feeling,
+because there were no windows open and so
+little fresh air.</p>
+
+<p>"What are you about, little boy?" she asked.</p>
+
+<p>"I am learning my verb," he said; "<i>moneo</i>,
+<i>mones</i>, <i>monet</i>."</p>
+
+<p>Lucy waited no longer, but moved off to
+another desk. "And what are you doing?"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_117" id="Page_117">[117]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"I am writing my analysis."</p>
+
+<p>Lucy did not know what an analysis was, so
+she went a little further. "What are you doing
+here?" she said timidly, for these were somewhat
+bigger boys.</p>
+
+<p>"We are drawing up an essay on the
+individuality of self."</p>
+
+<p>That was enough to frighten any one away,
+and Lucy betook herself to some quite little
+boys, with fat rosy faces and light hair. "Are
+you busy, too?" she said.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh yes; we are learning the chief cities of
+the Fatherland."</p>
+
+<p>Lucy felt like the little boy in the fable, who
+could not get either the dog, or the bird, or the
+bee, to play with him.</p>
+
+<p>"When do you play?" she asked.</p>
+
+<p>"We have an hour's interval after dinner, and
+another at supper-time, but then we prepare our
+work for the morrow," said one of the boys,
+looking up well satisfied.</p>
+
+<p>"Work! work! Are you always at work?"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_118" id="Page_118">[118]</a></span>
+exclaimed Lucy; "I only learn from nine to
+half-past twelve, and half an hour to get my
+lessons in the afternoon."</p>
+
+<p>"You are a maiden," said the little boy with
+civil superiority; "your brothers learn more
+hours."</p>
+
+<p>"More; yes, but not so many as you do.
+They play from twelve till half-past two, and
+have two half-holidays in the week."</p>
+
+<p>"So, you are not industrious. We are. That
+is the reason why we can all act together, and
+think together, so much better than any others;
+and we all stand as one irresistible power, the
+United Germany."</p>
+
+<p>Lucy gave a little gasp! it was all so very
+wise.</p>
+
+<p>"May I see your sisters?" she said.</p>
+
+<p>The little sisters, Gretchens and K&auml;tchens
+were learning away almost as hard as the
+Hermanns and Fritzes, but the bigger sisters
+had what Lucy thought a better time of it. One
+of them was helping in the kitchen, and another<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_119" id="Page_119">[119]</a></span>
+in the ironing; but then they had their books
+and their music, and in the evening all the
+families came out into the pleasure gardens, and
+had little tables with coffee before them, and
+the mammas knitted, and the papas smoked,
+and the young ladies listened to the band. On
+the whole, Lucy thought she should not mind
+living in Germany, if they would not do so
+many lessons.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_120" id="Page_120">[120]</a></span></p>
+<h2>CHAPTER XV.</h2>
+
+<h3>PARIS IN THE SIEGE.</h3>
+
+
+<p>"<span class="smcap">And</span> Uncle Joe is in France, where the fathers
+and brothers of those little Prussian boys have
+been fighting. Suppose and suppose I could
+see it."</p>
+
+<p>There was a thunder and a whizzing in the air
+and a sharp rattling noise besides; a strange,
+damp, unwholesome smell too, mixed with that
+of gunpowder; and when Lucy looked up, she
+found herself down some steps in a dark, dull,
+vaulted-looking place, lined with stone, however,
+and open to the street above. A little lamp
+was burning in a corner, piles of straw and bits<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_123" id="Page_123">[123]</a></span>
+of furniture were lying about, and upon one of
+the bundles of straw sat a little rough-haired
+girl.</p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 289px;">
+<img src="images/i019.jpg" width="289" height="400" alt="&quot;Ah! Mademoiselle, good morning. Are you come here to take shelter from the shells?&quot;" title="&quot;Ah! Mademoiselle, good morning. Are you come here to take shelter from the shells?&quot;" />
+<span class="caption">&quot;Ah! Mademoiselle, good morning. Are you come here to take shelter from the shells?&quot;</span>
+<br /><div class='right'><i>Page 123.</i></div></div>
+
+
+<p>"Ah! Mademoiselle, good morning," she said.
+"Are you come here to take shelter from the
+shells? The battery is firing now; I do not
+think Mamma will come home till it slackens a
+little. She is gone to the distribution of meat,
+to get a piece of horse for my brother, who is
+weak after his wounds. I wish I could offer
+you something, but we have nothing but water,
+and it is not even sugared."</p>
+
+<p>"Do you live down here?" asked Lucy, looking
+round at the dreary place with wonder.</p>
+
+<p>"Not always. We used to have a pretty little
+house up over, but the cruel shells came crashing in,
+and flew into pieces, tearing everything to splinters,
+and we are only safe from them down here.
+Ah, if I could only have shown you Mamma's
+pretty room! but there is a great hole in the
+floor now, and the ceiling is all tumbling down,
+and the table broken."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_124" id="Page_124">[124]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"But why do you stay here?"</p>
+
+<p>"Mamma and Emily say it is all the same.
+We are as safe in our cellar as we could be
+anywhere, and we should have to pay elsewhere."</p>
+
+<p>"Then you cannot get out of Paris?"</p>
+
+<p>"Oh no, while the Prussians are all round us,
+and shut us in. My brothers are all in the
+Garde Mobile, and, you see, so is my doll.
+Every one must be a soldier now. My dear
+Adolphe, hold yourself straight" (and there the
+doll certainly showed himself perfectly drilled
+and disciplined). "March&mdash;right foot forward&mdash;left
+foot forward." But in this movement, as
+may be well supposed, little Coralie had to help
+her recruit a good deal.</p>
+
+<p>Lucy was surprised. "So you can play even
+in this dreadful place?" she said.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh yes! What's the use of crying and
+wearying oneself? I do not mind as long as
+they leave me my kitten, my dear little Minette."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh! what a pretty long-haired kitten! but
+how small and thin!"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_125" id="Page_125">[125]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"Yes, truly, the poor Minette! The cruel
+people ate her mother, and there is no milk&mdash;no
+milk, and my poor Minette is almost starved,
+though I give her bits of my bread and soup;
+but the bread is only bran and sawdust, and
+she likes it no more than I."</p>
+
+<p>"Ate up her mother!"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes. She was a superb Cyprus cat, all grey;
+but, alas I one day she took a walk in the street,
+and they caught her, and then indeed it was all
+over with her. I only hope Minette will not
+get out, but she is so lean that they would find
+little but bones and fur."</p>
+
+<p>"Ah, how I wish I could take you and her
+home to Uncle Joe, and give you both good
+bread and milk! Take my hand, and shut
+your eyes, and we will suppose and suppose
+very hard, and, perhaps, you will come there
+with me. Paris is not so very far off."</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_126" id="Page_126">[126]</a></span></p>
+<h2>CHAPTER XVI.</h2>
+
+<h3>THE AMERICAN GUEST.</h3>
+
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 301px;">
+<img src="images/i020.jpg" width="301" height="400" alt="&quot;What can that be, coming at this time of day?&quot;" title="&quot;What can that be, coming at this time of day?&quot;" />
+<span class="caption">&quot;What can that be, coming at this time of day?&quot;</span>
+<br /><div class='right'><i>Page 126.</i></div></div>
+
+
+
+<p><span class="smcap">No</span>; supposing very hard did not bring poor
+little French Coralie home with Lucy; but
+something almost as wonderful happened. Just
+at the time in the afternoon, blind man's holiday,
+when Lucy had been used to ride off on her
+dream to visit some wonderful place, there came
+a knock at the front door; a quite real substantial
+English knock and ring, that did not sound
+at all like any of the strange noise of the strange
+worlds that she had lately been hearing, but had
+the real tinkle of Uncle Joe's own bell.</p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 292px;">
+<img src="images/i021.jpg" width="292" height="400" alt="&quot;Good morning. Where do you come from?&quot;" title="&quot;Good morning. Where do you come from?&quot;" />
+<span class="caption">&quot;Good morning. Where do you come from?&quot;</span>
+<br /><div class='right'><i>Page 131.</i></div></div>
+
+
+
+<p>"Well," said Mrs. Bunker, "what can that
+be, coming at this time of day? It can never<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_131" id="Page_131">[131]</a></span>
+be the doctor coming home without sending
+orders! Don't you be running out, Miss Lucy;
+there'll be a draught of cold right in."</p>
+
+<p>Lucy stood still; very anxious, and wondering
+whether she should see anything alive, or one of
+her visitors from various countries.</p>
+
+<p>"There is a letter from Mr. Seaman," said a
+brisk young voice, that would have been very
+pleasant if it had not gone a little through the
+nose; and past Mrs. Bunker there walked into
+the full light a little boy, a year or two older
+than Lucy, holding out one hand as he saw her
+and taking off his hat with the other. "Good
+morning," he said, quite at his ease; "is this
+where you live?"</p>
+
+<p>"Good morning," returned Lucy, though it
+was not morning at all; "where do you come
+from?"</p>
+
+<p>"Well, I'm from Paris last; but when I'm at
+home, I'm at Boston. I am Leonidas Saunders,
+of the great American Republic."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, then you are not real, after all?"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_132" id="Page_132">[132]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"Real! I should hope I was a genuine
+article."</p>
+
+<p>"Well, I was in hopes that you were real,
+only you say you come from a strange country,
+like the rest of them, and yet you look just
+like an English boy."</p>
+
+<p>"Of course I do! my great grandfather came
+from England," said Leonidas; "we all speak
+English as well, or better, than you do in the
+old country."</p>
+
+<p>"I can't understand it!" said Lucy; "did
+you come like other people, by the train, not
+like the children in my dreams?"</p>
+
+<p>And then Leonidas explained all about it to
+her: how his father had brought him last year
+to Europe and had put him to school at Paris;
+but when the war broke out, and most of the
+stranger scholars were taken away, no orders
+came about him, because his father was a
+merchant and was away from home, so that no
+one ever knew whether the letters had reached
+him.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_133" id="Page_133">[133]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>So Leonidas had gone on at school without
+many tasks to learn, to be sure, but not very
+comfortable: it was so cold, and there was no
+wood to burn; and he disliked eating horses
+and cats and rats, quite as much as Coralie did,
+though he was not in a part of the town where
+so many shells came in.</p>
+
+<p>At last, when Lucy's uncle and some other
+good gentlemen with the red cross on their
+sleeves, obtained leave to go and take some
+relief to the poor sick people in the hospitals,
+the people Leonidas was with told them that
+he was a little American left behind. Mr.
+Seaman, which was Uncle Joe's name, went to
+see about him, and found that he had once
+known his father. So, after a great deal of
+trouble, it had been managed that the boy
+should be allowed to leave the town. He had
+been driven in an omnibus, he told Lucy, with
+some more Americans and English, and with flags
+with stars and stripes or else Union Jacks all
+over it; and whenever they came to a French<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_134" id="Page_134">[134]</a></span>
+sentry, or afterwards to a Prussian, they were
+stopped till he called his corporal, who looked
+at their papers and let them go on. Mr.
+Seaman had taken charge of Leonidas, and
+given him the best dinner he had eaten for a
+long time, but as he was going to Blois to
+other hospitals, he could not keep the boy
+with him; so he had put him in charge of a
+friend who was going to London, to send him
+down to Mrs. Bunker.</p>
+
+<p>Fear of Lucy's rash was pretty well over
+now, and she was to go home in a day or two;
+so the children were allowed to be together,
+and they enjoyed it very much. Lucy told
+about her dreams, and Leonidas had a good
+deal to tell of what he had really seen on his
+travels. They wished very much that they
+could both see one of these wonderful dreams
+together, only&mdash;what should it be?</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_137" id="Page_137">[137]</a></span></p>
+<h2>CHAPTER XVII.</h2>
+
+<h3>THE DREAM OF ALL NATIONS.</h3>
+
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 296px;">
+<img src="images/i022.jpg" width="296" height="400" alt="Oh! such a din!" title="Oh! such a din!" />
+<span class="caption">Oh! such a din!</span>
+<br /><div class='right'><i>Page 137.</i></div></div>
+
+
+<p><span class="smcap">What</span> should it be? She thought of Arabs
+with their tents and horses, and Leonidas told
+her of Red Indians with their war-paint, and
+little Negroes dancing round the sugar-boiling,
+till her head began quite to swim and her ears
+to buzz; and all the children she had seen and
+she had not seen seemed to come round her,
+and join hands and dance. Oh, such a din!
+A little Highlander in his tartans stood on a
+whisky-barrel in the middle, making his bagpipes
+squeal away; a Chinese with a bald head and
+long pigtail beat a gong, and capered with a<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_138" id="Page_138">[138]</a></span>
+solemn face; a Norwegian herd-boy blew a
+monstrous bark cow-horn; an Indian juggler
+twisted snakes round his neck to the sound of
+the tom-tom; and Lucy found herself and
+Leonidas whirling round with a young Dutch
+planter between them, and an Indian with a
+crown of feathers upon the other side of her.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh!" she seemed to herself to cry, "what
+are you doing? how do you all come here?"</p>
+
+<p>"We are from all the nations who are friends
+and brethren," said the voices; "we all bring
+our stores: the sugar, rice, and cotton of the
+West; the silk and coffee and spices of the
+East; the tea of China; the furs of the North:
+it all is exchanged from one to the other, and
+should teach us to be all brethren, since we
+cannot thrive one without the other."</p>
+
+<p>"It all comes to our country, because we are
+clever to work it up, and send it out to be
+used in its own homes," said the Highlander;
+"it is English and Scotch machines that weave
+your cottons, ay, and make your tools."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_139" id="Page_139">[139]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"No; it is America that beats you all," cried
+Leonidas; "what had you to do, but to sit
+down and starve, when we sent you no cotton?"</p>
+
+<p>"If you send cotton, 'tis we that weave it,"
+cried the Scot.</p>
+
+<p>Lucy was almost afraid they would come to
+blows over which was the greatest and most
+skilful country. "It cannot be buying and selling
+that make nations love one another, and
+be peaceful," she thought. "Is it being learned
+and wise?"</p>
+
+<p>"But the Prussian boys are studious and
+wise, and the French are clever and skilful,
+and yet they have that dreadful war: I wonder
+what it is that would make and keep all these
+countries friends!"</p>
+
+<p>And then there came an echo back to little
+Lucy: "For out of Zion shall go forth the
+Law, and the word of the Lord from Jerusalem.
+And He shall judge among the nations, and
+shall rebuke many people; and they shall beat
+their swords into ploughshares, and their spears<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_140" id="Page_140">[140]</a></span>
+into pruning-hooks: nations shall not lift up sword
+against nation, neither shall they war any
+more."</p>
+
+<p>Yes; the more they learn and keep the law
+of the Lord, the less there will be of those
+wars. To heed the true law of the Lord will
+do more for peace and oneness than all the
+cleverness in book-learning, or all the skilful
+manufactures in the world.</p>
+
+<div class="footnotes"><h3>FOOTNOTE:</h3>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_1_1" id="Footnote_1_1"></a><a href="#FNanchor_1_1"><span class="label">[1]</span></a> See the <i>Net</i>, June 1, 1867.</p></div>
+</div>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_ad_1" id="Page_ad_1">[1]</a></span></p>
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+
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+<div class="hang1"><b>ELSON. SIDE LIGHTS ON AMERICAN HISTORY.</b></div>
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+<div class="hang1"><b>HUTCHINSON. THE STORY OF THE HILLS.</b> A Book about
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+
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+
+<div class="hang1"><b>INMAN. THE RANCH ON THE OXHIDE.</b> By Henry Inman.
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+
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+<div class="hang1"><b>JUDSON. THE GROWTH OF THE AMERICAN NATION.</b> By
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+
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+
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+<p>Madam How and Lady Why are two fairies who teach the how
+and why of things in nature. There are chapters on Earthquakes,
+Volcanoes, Coral Reefs, Glaciers, etc., told in an interesting manner.
+The book is intended to lead children to use their eyes and
+ears.<br /><br /><br /></p>
+
+
+<div class="hang1"><b>KINGSLEY. THE WATER BABIES: A FAIRY TALE FOR A
+LAND BABY.</b> By Charles Kingsley. 12mo. Illustrated.
+330 pages.</div>
+
+<p>One of the best children's stories ever written; it has deservedly
+become a classic.<br /><br /><br /></p>
+
+
+<div class="hang1"><b>LANGE. OUR NATIVE BIRDS: HOW TO PROTECT THEM
+AND ATTRACT THEM TO OUR HOMES.</b> By D. Lange.
+12mo. Illustrated. x + 162 pages.</div>
+
+<p>A strong plea for the protection of birds. Methods and devices
+for their encouragement are given, also a bibliography of helpful
+literature, and material for Bird Day.<br /><br /><br /></p>
+
+
+<div class="hang1"><b>LOVELL. STORIES IN STONE FROM THE ROMAN FORUM.</b>
+By Isabel Lovell. 12mo. Illustrated. viii + 258 pages.</div>
+
+<p>The eight stories in this volume give many facts that travelers
+wish to know, that historical readers seek, and that young students
+enjoy. The book puts the reader in close touch with Roman life.<br /><br /><br /></p>
+
+
+<div class="hang1"><b>McFARLAND. GETTING ACQUAINTED WITH THE TREES.</b>
+By J. Horace McFarland. 8vo. Illustrated. xi + 241 pages.</div>
+
+<p>A charmingly written series of tree essays. They are not
+scientific but popular, and are the outcome of the author's desire
+that others should share the rest and comfort that have come to
+him through acquaintance with trees.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_ad_7" id="Page_ad_7">[7]</a></span><br /><br /><br /></p>
+
+
+<div class="hang1"><b>MAJOR. THE BEARS OF BLUE RIVER.</b> By Charles Major.
+12mo. Illustrated. 277 pages.</div>
+
+<p>A collection of good bear stories with a live boy for the hero.
+The scene is laid in the early days of Indiana.<br /><br /><br /></p>
+
+
+<div class="hang1"><b>MARSHALL. WINIFRED'S JOURNAL.</b> By Emma Marshall.
+12mo. Illustrated. 353 pages.</div>
+
+<p>A story of the time of Charles the First. Some of the characters
+are historical personages.<br /><br /><br /></p>
+
+
+<div class="hang1"><b>MEANS. PALMETTO STORIES.</b> By Celina E. Means. 12mo.
+Illustrated. x + 244 pages.</div>
+
+<p>True accounts of some of the men and women who made the
+history of South Carolina, and correct pictures of the conditions
+under which these men and women labored.<br /><br /><br /></p>
+
+
+<div class="hang1"><b>MORRIS. MAN AND HIS ANCESTOR: A STUDY IN EVOLUTION.</b>
+By Charles Morris. 16mo. Illustrated. vii + 238
+pages.</div>
+
+<p>A popular presentation of the subject of man's origin. The
+various significant facts that have been discovered since Darwin's
+time are given, as well as certain lines of evidence never before
+presented in this connection.<br /><br /><br /></p>
+
+
+<div class="hang1"><b>NEWBOLT. STORIES FROM FROISSART.</b> By Henry Newbolt.
+12mo. Illustrated. xxxi + 368 pages.</div>
+
+<p>Here are given entire thirteen episodes from the "Chronicles"
+of Sir John Froissart. The text is modernized sufficiently to make
+it intelligible to young readers. Separated narratives are dovetailed,
+and new translations have been made where necessary to
+make the narrative complete and easily readable.<br /><br /><br /></p>
+
+
+<div class="hang1"><b>OVERTON. THE CAPTAIN'S DAUGHTER.</b> By Gwendolen
+Overton. 12mo. Illustrated. vii + 270 pages.</div>
+
+<p>A story of girl life at an army post on the frontier. The plot is
+an absorbing one, and the interest of the reader is held to the end.<br /><br /><br /></p>
+
+
+<div class="hang1"><b>PALGRAVE. THE CHILDREN'S TREASURY OF ENGLISH
+SONG.</b> Selected and arranged by Francis Turner Palgrave.
+16mo. viii + 302 pages.</div>
+
+<p>This collection contains 168 selections&mdash;songs, narratives,
+descriptive or reflective pieces of a lyrical quality, all suited to the
+taste and understanding of children.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_ad_8" id="Page_ad_8">[8]</a></span><br /><br /><br /></p>
+
+
+<div class="hang1"><b>PALMER. STORIES FROM THE CLASSICAL LITERATURE
+OF MANY NATIONS.</b> Edited by Bertha Palmer. 12mo.
+xv + 297 pages.</div>
+
+<p>A collection of sixty characteristic stories from Chinese, Japanese,
+Hebrew, Babylonian, Arabian, Hindu, Greek, Roman,
+German, Scandinavian, Celtic, Russian, Italian, French, Spanish,
+Portuguese, Anglo-Saxon, English, Finnish, and American Indian
+sources.<br /><br /><br /></p>
+
+
+<div class="hang1"><b>RIIS. CHILDREN OF THE TENEMENTS.</b> By Jacob A. Riis.
+12mo. Illustrated. ix + 387 pages.</div>
+
+<p>Forty sketches and short stories dealing with the lights and
+shadows of life in the slums of New York City, told just as they
+came to the writer, fresh from the life of the people.<br /><br /><br /></p>
+
+
+<div class="hang1"><b>SANDYS. TRAPPER JIM.</b> By Edwyn Sandys. 12mo. Illustrated.
+ix + 441 pages.</div>
+
+<p>A book which will delight every normal boy. Jim is a city lad
+who learns from an older cousin all the lore of outdoor life&mdash;trapping,
+shooting, fishing, camping, swimming, and canoeing.
+The author is a well-known writer on outdoor subjects.<br /><br /><br /></p>
+
+
+<div class="hang1"><b>SEXTON. STORIES OF CALIFORNIA.</b> By Ella M. Sexton.
+12mo. Illustrated. x + 211 pages.</div>
+
+<p>Twenty-two stories illustrating the early conditions and the
+romantic history of California and the subsequent development
+of the state.<br /><br /><br /></p>
+
+
+<div class="hang1"><b>SHARP. THE YOUNGEST GIRL IN THE SCHOOL.</b> By Evelyn
+Sharp. 12mo. Illustrated. ix + 326 pages.</div>
+
+<p>Bab, the "youngest girl," was only eleven and the pet of five
+brothers. Her ups and downs in a strange boarding school make
+an interesting story.<br /><br /><br /></p>
+
+
+<div class="hang1"><b>SPARKS. THE MEN WHO MADE THE NATION: AN OUTLINE
+OF UNITED STATES HISTORY FROM 1776 TO 1861.</b> By
+Edwin E. Sparks. 12mo. Illustrated. viii + 415 pages.</div>
+
+<p>The author has chosen to tell our history by selecting the one
+man at various periods of our affairs who was master of the situation
+and about whom events naturally grouped themselves.
+The characters thus selected number twelve, as "Samuel Adams,
+the man of the town meeting"; "Robert Morris, the financier of
+the Revolution"; "Hamilton, the advocate of stronger government,"
+etc., etc.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style='width: 65%;' />
+
+<div class='tnote'><h3>Transcriber's Notes:</h3>
+
+<p>Discrepancies in page numbering are due to blank pages and illustrations. Illustrations
+have been moved to the page referenced.</p>
+<p>Obvious punctuation errors repaired.</p>
+
+
+<p>The remaining corrections made are indicated by dotted lines under the corrections. Scroll the mouse over the word and the original text will <ins title="Transcriber's Note: original reads 'apprear'">appear</ins>.</p></div>
+
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+Project Gutenberg's Little Lucy's Wonderful Globe, by Charlotte M. Yonge
+
+This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with
+almost no restrictions whatsoever.  You may copy it, give it away or
+re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included
+with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org
+
+
+Title: Little Lucy's Wonderful Globe
+
+Author: Charlotte M. Yonge
+
+Illustrator: L. Frolich
+
+Release Date: August 30, 2008 [EBook #26487]
+
+Language: English
+
+Character set encoding: ASCII
+
+*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK LITTLE LUCY'S WONDERFUL GLOBE ***
+
+
+
+
+Produced by David Edwards, Emmy and the Online Distributed
+Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net (This file was
+produced from images generously made available by The
+Internet Archive)
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: LITTLE LUCY'S WONDERFUL GLOBE]
+
+
+
+
+LITTLE LUCY'S WONDERFUL GLOBE.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration: "I'm looking at the great big globe that Uncle Joe said I
+might touch," said Lucy.
+
+_Frontispiece; see page 14._]
+
+
+
+
+LITTLE LUCY'S WONDERFUL GLOBE
+
+
+PICTURED BY
+
+L. FROLICH,
+
+AND NARRATED BY
+
+CHARLOTTE M. YONGE
+
+AUTHOR OF "THE HEIR OF REDCLYFFE."
+
+          _"Young fingers idly roll_
+              _The mimic earth, or trace,_
+           _In picture bright of blue and gold,_
+           _The orbs that round the sky's deep fold_
+              _Each other circling chase."_--KEBLE.
+
+NEW EDITION
+
+          =New York=
+          THE MACMILLAN COMPANY
+          LONDON: MACMILLAN & CO., Ltd.
+          1906
+
+New edition September, 1906.
+
+
+
+
+CONTENTS.
+
+
+CHAPTER I.
+
+                                            PAGE
+  MOTHER BUNCH                                 1
+
+  CHAPTER II.
+  VISITORS FROM THE SOUTH SEAS.               14
+
+  CHAPTER III.
+  ITALY                                       36
+
+  CHAPTER IV.
+  GREENLAND                                   43
+
+  CHAPTER V.
+  TYROL                                       50
+
+  CHAPTER VI.
+  AFRICA                                      57
+
+  CHAPTER VII.
+  LAPLANDERS                                  63
+
+  CHAPTER VIII.
+  CHINA                                       70
+
+  CHAPTER IX.
+  KAMSCHATKA                                  79
+
+  CHAPTER X.
+  THE TURK                                    83
+
+  CHAPTER XI.
+  SWITZERLAND                                 96
+
+  CHAPTER XII.
+  THE COSSACK                                102
+
+  CHAPTER XIII.
+  SPAIN                                      108
+
+  CHAPTER XIV.
+  GERMANY                                    114
+
+  CHAPTER XV.
+  PARIS IN THE SIEGE                         120
+
+  CHAPTER XVI.
+  THE AMERICAN GUEST                         126
+
+  CHAPTER XVII.
+  THE DREAM OF ALL NATIONS                   137
+
+
+
+
+LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS.
+
+
+                                                        PAGE
+
+  "I'M LOOKING AT THE GREAT BIG GLOBE THAT UNCLE JOE
+     SAID I MIGHT TOUCH," SAID LUCY                  _Front._
+
+  "DO PLEASE SIT DOWN, THERE'S A GOOD MOTHER BUNCH,
+     AND TELL ME ALL ABOUT THEM?"                        19
+
+  LUCY HAD A GREAT SNEEZING FIT, AND WHEN SHE LOOKED
+     AGAIN INTO THE SMOKE, WHAT DID SHE SEE BUT TWO
+     LITTLE BLACK FIGURES                                23
+
+  "I'M SO GLAD TO SEE YOU: HUSH, DON! DON'T BARK SO"     26
+
+  "I CAN EAT MUCH BETTER WITHOUT," SAID LAVO             31
+
+  LAVO HAD CLIMBED UP THE SIDE OF THE DOOR, AND WAS
+     SITTING ASTRIDE ON THE TOP OF IT                    34
+
+  "AH! CECCO, CECCO!" CRIED THE LITTLE GIRL, PAUSING
+     AS SHE BEAT HER TAMBOURINE                          39
+
+  "IS THAT THE WAY YOU GET FISH?" SHE ASKED              46
+
+  "HELP ME: I'M AFRAID," SAID LUCY                       53
+
+  HARK! THERE'S A CRY, AND OUT JUMPS A LITTLE BLACK
+     FIGURE, WITH A STOUT CLUB IN HIS HAND               59
+
+  AND HERE BESIDE HER WAS A LITTLE FELLOW WITH A
+     BOW AND ARROWS SUCH AS SHE HAD NEVER SEEN
+     BEFORE                                              65
+
+  "IS IT NOT GOOD?" SAID THE LITTLE HOSTESS              73
+
+  WHISKING OVER THE SNOW, WITH ALL HER MIGHT AND
+     MAIN, MUFFLED UP IN CLOAKS AND FURS                 78
+
+  "MARRIED! OH NO, YOU ARE JOKING"                       87
+
+  "I WILL SHOW YOU WHERE YOU LIVE--THIS IS
+     CONSTANTINOPLE"                                     93
+
+  "I CUT IT OUT WITH MY KNIFE; ALL MYSELF"               99
+
+  WHILE HE JERKED OUT HIS ARMS AND LEGS AS IF THEY
+     WERE PULLED BY STRINGS                             103
+
+  "SEE NOW," CRIED THE SPANIARD; "STAND THERE! AH!
+     HAVE YOU NO CASTANETS?"                            111
+
+  "WHAT ARE YOU ABOUT, LITTLE BOY?"                     115
+
+  "AH! MADEMOISELLE, GOOD MORNING; ARE YOU COME HERE
+     TO TAKE SHELTER FROM THE SHELLS?"                  122
+
+  "WHAT CAN THAT BE, COMING AT THIS TIME OF DAY?"       127
+
+  "GOOD MORNING, WHERE DO YOU COME FROM?"               130
+
+  OH! SUCH A DIN                                        136
+
+
+
+
+LITTLE LUCY'S WONDERFUL GLOBE.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER I.
+
+MOTHER BUNCH.
+
+
+THERE was once a wonderful fortnight in little Lucy's life. One evening
+she went to bed very tired and cross and hot, and in the morning when
+she looked at her arms and legs they were all covered with red spots,
+rather pretty to look at, only they were dry and prickly.
+
+Nurse was frightened when she looked at them. She turned all the little
+sisters out of the night nursery, covered Lucy up close, and ordered
+her not to stir, certainly not to go into her bath. Then there was a
+whispering and a running about, and Lucy was half alarmed, but more
+pleased at being so important, for she did not feel at all ill, and
+quite enjoyed the tea and toast that Nurse brought up to her. Just as
+she was beginning to think it rather tiresome to lie there with nothing
+to do, except to watch the flies buzzing about, there was a step on the
+stairs and up came the doctor. He was an old friend, very good-natured,
+and he made fun with Lucy about having turned into a spotted leopard,
+just like the cowry shell on Mrs. Bunker's mantelpiece. Indeed, he said
+he thought she was such a curiosity that Mrs. Bunker would come for her
+and set her up in the museum, and then he went away. Suppose, oh,
+suppose she did!
+
+Mrs. Bunker, or Mother Bunch, as Lucy and her brothers and sisters
+called her, was housekeeper to their Uncle Joseph. He was really their
+great uncle, and they thought him any age you can imagine. They would
+not have been much surprised to hear that he had sailed with Christopher
+Columbus, though he was a strong, hale, active man, much less easily
+tired than their own papa. He had been a ship's surgeon in his younger
+days, and had sailed all over the world, and collected all sorts of
+curious things, besides which he was a very wise and learned man, and
+had made some great discovery. It was _not_ America. Lucy knew that her
+elder brother understood what it was, but it was not worth troubling her
+head about, only somehow it made ships go safer, and so he had had a
+pension given him as a reward; and had come home and bought a house
+about a mile out of the town, and built up a high room to look at the
+stars from with his telescope, and another to try his experiments in,
+and a long one besides for his museum; yet, after all, he was not much
+there, for whenever there was anything wonderful to be seen, he always
+went off to look at it and; whenever there was a meeting of learned
+men--scientific men was the right word--they always wanted him to help
+them make speeches and show wonders. He was away now: he had gone away
+to wear a red cross on his arm, and help to take care of the wounded in
+the sad war between the French and Germans.
+
+But he had left Mother Bunch behind him. Nobody knew exactly what was
+Mrs. Bunker's nation, indeed she could hardly be said to have had any,
+for she had been born at sea, and had been a sailor's wife; but whether
+she was mostly English, Dutch, or Danish, nobody knew and nobody cared.
+Her husband had been lost at sea, and Uncle Joseph had taken her to look
+after his house, and always said she was the only woman who had sense
+and discretion enough ever to go into his laboratory or dust his museum.
+
+She was very kind and good-natured, and there was nothing that the
+children liked better than a walk to Uncle Joseph's, and, after a game
+at play in the garden, a tea-drinking with her--such quantities of
+sugar! such curious cakes made in the fashion of different countries!
+such funny preserves from all parts of the world! and more delightful to
+people who considered that looking and hearing was better sport than
+eating, and that the tongue is not _only_ meant to taste with, such
+cupboards and drawers full of wonderful things, such stories about them!
+The lesser ones liked Mrs. Bunker's room better than Uncle Joseph's
+museum, where there were some big stuffed beasts with glaring eyes that
+frightened them, and they had to walk round with hands behind, that they
+might not touch anything, or else their uncle's voice was sure to call
+out gruffly, "Paws off!"
+
+Mrs. Bunker was not a bit like the smart housekeepers at other houses.
+To be sure, on Sundays she came out in a black silk gown with a little
+flounce at the bottom, a scarlet China crape shawl with a blue dragon
+upon it--his wings over her back, and a claw over each shoulder, so
+that whoever sat behind her in church was terribly distracted by trying
+to see the rest of him--and a very big yellow Tuscan bonnet, trimmed
+with sailor's blue ribbon; but in the week and about the house she wore
+a green stuff, with a brown holland apron and bib over it, quite
+straight all the way down, for she had no particular waist, and her
+hair, which was of a funny kind of flaxen grey, she bundled up and tied
+round, without any cap or anything else on her head. One of the little
+boys had once called her Mother Bunch, because of her stories; and the
+name fitted her so well that the whole family, and even her master, took
+it up.
+
+Lucy was very fond of her; but when about an hour after the doctor's
+visit she was waked by a rustling and a lumbering on the stairs, and
+presently the door opened, and the second best big bonnet--the
+go-to-market bonnet with the turned ribbons--came into the room with
+Mother Bunch's face under it, and the good-natured voice told her she
+was to be carried to Uncle Joseph's and have oranges and tamarinds, she
+did begin to feel like the spotted cowry, to think about being set on
+the chimney-piece, to cry, and say she wanted Mamma.
+
+The Nurse and Mother Bunch began to comfort her, and explain that the
+doctor thought she had the scarlatina; not at all badly; but that if any
+of the others caught it, nobody could guess how bad they would be;
+especially Mamma, who had just been ill; and so she was to be rolled up
+in her blankets, and put into a carriage, and taken to her uncle's; and
+there she would stay till she was not only well, but could safely come
+home without carrying infection about with her.
+
+Lucy was a good little girl, and knew that she must bear it; so, though
+she could not help crying a little when she found she must not kiss any
+one, nay not even see them, and that nobody might go with her but
+Lonicera, her own washing doll, she made up her mind bravely; and she
+was a good deal cheered when Clare, the biggest and best of all the
+dolls, was sent in to her, with all her clothes, by Maude, her eldest
+sister, to be her companion,--it was such an honour and so very kind of
+Maude that it quite warmed the sad little heart.
+
+So Lucy had her little scarlet flannel dressing gown on, and her shoes
+and stockings, and a wonderful old knitted hood with a tippet to it, and
+then she was rolled round and round in all her bed-clothes, and Mrs.
+Bunker took her up like a very big baby, not letting any one else touch
+her. How Mrs. Bunker got safe down all the stairs no one can tell, but
+she did, and into the fly, and there poor little Lucy looked back and
+saw at the windows Mamma's face, and Papa's, and Maude's, and all the
+rest, all nodding and smiling to her, but Maude was crying all the time,
+and perhaps Mamma was too.
+
+The journey seemed very long; and Lucy was really tired when she was
+put down at last in a big bed, nicely warmed for her, and with a bright
+fire in the room. As soon as she had had some beef-tea, she went off
+soundly to sleep, and only woke to drink tea, and administer supper to
+the dolls, and put them to sleep.
+
+The next evening she was sitting up by the fire, and on the fourth day
+she was running about the house as if nothing had ever been the matter
+with her, but she was not to go home for a fortnight; and being wet,
+cold, dull weather, it was not always easy to amuse herself. She had her
+dolls, to be sure, and the little dog Don, to play with, and sometimes
+Mrs. Bunker would let her make funny things with the dough, or stone the
+raisins, or even help make a pudding; but still there was a good deal of
+time on her hands. She had only two books with her, and the rash had
+made her eyes weak, so that she did not much like reading them. The
+notes that every one wrote from home were quite enough for her. What
+she liked best--that is, when Mrs. Bunker could not attend to her--was
+to wander about the museum, explaining the things to the dolls: "That is
+a crocodile, Lonicera; it eats people up, and has a little bird to pick
+its teeth. Look, Clare, that bony thing is a skeleton--the skeleton of a
+lizard. Paws off, my dear; mustn't touch. That's amber, just like barley
+sugar, only not so nice; people make necklaces of it. There's a poor
+little dead fly inside. Those are the dear delightful humming-birds;
+look at their crests, just like Mamma's jewels. See the shells; aren't
+they beauties? People get pearls out of those great flat ones, and dive
+all down to the bottom of the sea after them; mustn't touch, my dear,
+only look; paws off."
+
+One would think Clare's curved fingers all in one piece, and Lonicera's
+blue leather hands had been very movable and mischievous, judging by the
+number of times this warning came; but of course it was Lucy herself who
+wanted it most, for her own little plump, pinky hands did almost tingle
+to handle and turn round those pretty shells. She wanted to know whether
+the amber tasted like barley-sugar as it looked, and there was a little
+musk deer, no bigger than Don, whom she longed to stroke, or still
+better to let Lonicera ride; but she was a good little girl, and had
+real sense of honour, which never betrays a trust, so she never laid a
+finger on anything but what Uncle Joe had once given all free leave to
+move.
+
+This was a very big pair of globes--bigger than globes commonly are now,
+and with more frames round them--one great flat one, with odd names
+painted on it, and another brass one, nearly upright, going half-way
+round from top to bottom, and with the globe hung upon it by two pins,
+which Lucy's elder sisters called the poles, or the ends of the axis.
+The huge round balls went very easily with a slight touch, and there was
+something very charming in making them go whisk, whisk, whisk; now
+faster, now slower, now spinning so quickly that nothing on them could
+be seen, now turning slowly and gradually over and showing all that was
+on them.
+
+The mere twirling was quite enough for Lucy at first, but soon she liked
+to look at what was on them. One she thought much more entertaining than
+the other. It was covered with wonderful creatures: one bear was
+fastened by his long tail to the pole; another bigger one was trotting
+round; a snake was coiling about anywhere; a lady stood disconsolate
+against a rock; another sat in a chair; a giant sprawled with a club in
+one hand and a lion's skin in the other; a big dog and a little dog
+stood on their hind legs; a lion seemed just about to spring on a young
+maiden's head; and all were thickly spotted over, just as if they had
+Lucy's rash, with stars big and little: and still more strange, her
+brothers declared these were the stars in the sky, and this was the way
+people found their road at sea; but if Lucy asked how, they always said
+she was not big enough to understand, and it had not occurred to Lucy
+to ask whether the truth was not that they were not big enough to
+explain.
+
+The other globe was all in pale green, with pink and yellow outlines on
+it, and quantities of names. Lucy had had to learn some of these names
+for her geography, and she did not want to think of lessons now, so she
+rather kept out of the way of looking at it at first, till she had
+really grown tired of all the odd men and women and creatures upon the
+celestial sphere; but by and by she began to roll the other by way of
+variety.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER II.
+
+VISITORS FROM THE SOUTH SEAS.
+
+
+"MISS Lucy, you're as quiet as a mouse. Not in any mischief?" said Mrs.
+Bunker, looking into the museum; "why, what are you doing there?"
+
+"I'm looking at the great big globe, that Uncle Joe said I might touch,"
+said Lucy: "here are all the names just like my lesson book at home;
+Europe, Asia, Africa, and America."
+
+"Why, bless the child! where else should they be? There be all the
+oceans and seas besides that I've crossed over, many's the time, with
+poor Ben Bunker, who was last seen off Cape Hatteras."
+
+"What, all these great green places, with Atlantic and Pacific on them;
+you don't really mean that you've sailed over them! I should like to
+make a midge do it in a husk of hemp-seed! How could you, Mother Bunch?
+You are not small enough."
+
+"Ho! ho!" said the housekeeper, laughing; "does the child think I sailed
+on that very globe there?"
+
+"I know one learns names," said Lucy; "but is it real?"
+
+"Real! Why, Missie, don't you see it's a sort of a picture? There's your
+photograph now, it's not as big as you, but it shows you; and so a
+chart, or a map, or a globe, is just a picture of the shapes of the
+coast-line of the land and the sea, and the rivers in them, and
+mountains, and the like. Look you here:" and she made Lucy stand on a
+chair and look at a map of her own town that was hanging against the
+wall, showing her all the chief buildings, the churches, streets, the
+town hall, and market cross, and at last helping her to find her own
+Papa's house.
+
+When Lucy had traced all the corners she had to turn in going from home
+to Uncle Joe's, and had even found little frizzles for the five
+lime-trees before the Vicarage, she understood that the map was a small
+picture of the situation of the buildings in the town, and thought she
+could find her way to some new place, suppose she studied it well.
+
+Then Mrs. Bunker showed her a big map of the whole country, and there
+Lucy found the river, and the roads, and the names of the villages near,
+as she had seen or heard of them; and she began to understand that a map
+or globe really brought distant places into an exceedingly small
+picture, and that where she saw a name and a spot she was to think of
+houses and churches; that a branching black line was a flowing river
+full of water; a curve in, a pretty bay shut in with rocks and hills; a
+point jutting out, generally a steep rock with a lighthouse on it.
+
+"And all these places are countries, Bunchey, are they, with fields and
+houses like ours?"
+
+"Houses, ay, and fields, but not always so very like ours, Miss Lucy."
+
+"And are there little children, boys and girls, in them all?"
+
+"To be sure there are, else how would the world go on? Why, I've seen
+'em by swarms, white or brown or black, running down to the shore, as
+sure as the vessel cast anchor; and whatever colour they were, you might
+be sure of two things, Miss Lucy, that they were all alike in."
+
+"Oh, what, Mrs. Bunker?"
+
+"Why, in plenty of noise for one, and the other for wanting all they
+could get to eat. But they were little darlings, some of them, if I only
+could have got at them to make them a bit nicer. Some of them looked for
+all the world like the little bronze images Master has got in the
+museum, brought from Italy, and hadn't a rag more clothing neither. They
+were in India. Dear, dear, to see them tumble about in the surf!"
+
+"O, what fun! what fun! I wish I could see them. Suppose I could."
+
+"You would be right glad, Missie, I can tell you, if you had been three
+or four months aboard with nothing but dry biscuits and salt junk, and
+may be a tin of preserved vegetables just to keep it wholesome, to see
+the black fellows come grinning alongside with their boats and canoes
+all full of oranges and limes and shaddocks and cocoa-nuts. Doesn't
+one's mouth fairly water for them?"
+
+"Do please sit down, there's a good Mother Bunch, and tell me all about
+them? Come, suppose you do."
+
+"Suppose I did, Miss Lucy, and where would your poor uncle's preserved
+ginger be, that no one knows from real West Indian?"
+
+[Illustration: "Do please sit down, there's a good Mother Bunch, and
+tell me all about them."
+
+_Page 18._]
+
+"Oh, let me come into your room, and you can tell me all the time you
+are doing the ginger."
+
+"It is very hot there, Missie."
+
+"That will be more like some of the places. I'll suppose I'm there!
+Look, Mrs. Bunker, here's a whole green sea, all over the tiniest little
+dots. There can't be people in them."
+
+"Dots? You'd hardly see all over one of those dots if you were in one.
+That's the South Sea Miss Lucy, and those are the loveliest isles,
+except, may be, the West Indies, that ever I saw."
+
+"Tell me about them, please," entreated Lucy "Here's one; its name
+is--is Ysabel--such a little wee one."
+
+[Illustration: Lucy had a great sneezing fit, and when she looked again
+into the smoke, what did she see but two little black figures.
+
+_Page 22._]
+
+"I can't tell you much of those South Sea Isles, Missie, being that I
+only made one voyage among them, when Bunker chartered the _Penguin_ for
+the sandal-wood trade; and we did not touch at many, being that the
+natives were fierce and savage, and made nothing of coming down with
+arrows and spears at a boat's crew. So we only went to such islands as
+the missionaries had been at, and got the people to be more civil and
+conformable."
+
+"Tell me all about it," said Lucy, following the old woman hither and
+thither as she bustled about, talking all the time, and stirring her pan
+of ginger over the hot plate.
+
+How it happened, it is not easy to say; the room was very warm, and
+Mother Bunch went on talking as she stirred, and a steam rose up, and by
+and by it seemed to Lucy that she had a great sneezing fit, and when she
+looked again into the smoke, what did she see but two little black
+figures, faces, heads, and feet all black, but with an odd sort of white
+garment round their waists, and some fine red and green feathers
+sticking out of their woolly heads.
+
+"Mrs. Bunker, Mrs. Bunker," she cried, "what's this? who are these ugly
+figures?"
+
+[Illustration: "I am so glad to see you. Hush, Don! don't bark so!"
+
+_Page 27._]
+
+"Ugly!" said the foremost; and though it must have been some strange
+language, it sounded like English to Lucy. "Is that the way little
+white girl speaks to boy and girl that have come all the way from Ysabel
+to see her?"
+
+"Oh, indeed! little Ysabel boy, I beg your pardon. I didn't know you
+were real, nor that you could understand me! I am so glad to see you.
+Hush, Don! don't bark so!"
+
+"Pig, pig, I never heard a pig squeak like that," said the black
+stranger.
+
+"Pig! It is a little dog. Have you no dogs in your country?"
+
+"Pigs go on four legs. That must be pig."
+
+"What, you have nothing that goes on four legs but a pig! What do you
+eat, then, besides pig?"
+
+"Yams, cocoa-nut, fish--oh, so good, and put pig into hole among hot
+stones, make a fire over, bake so nice!"
+
+"You shall have some of my tea and see if that is as nice," said Lucy.
+"What a funny dress you have; what is it made of?"
+
+"Tapa cloth," said the little girl. "We get the bark off the tree, and
+then we go hammer, hammer, thump, thump, till all the hard thick stuff
+comes off;" and Lucy, looking near, saw that the substance was really
+all a lacework of fibre, about as close as the net of Nurse's caps.
+
+"Is that all your clothes?" she asked.
+
+"Yes, till I am a warrior," said the boy; "then they will tattoo my
+forehead, and arms, and breast, and legs."
+
+"Tattoo! what's that?"
+
+"Make little holes, and lines all over the skin with a sharp shell, and
+rub in juice that turns it all to blue and purple lines."
+
+"But doesn't it hurt dreadfully?" asked Lucy.
+
+"Hurt! to be sure it does, but that will show that I am brave. When
+Father comes home from the war, he paints himself white."
+
+"White!"
+
+"With lime made by burning coral, and he jumps and dances and shouts: I
+shall go to the war one of these days."
+
+"Oh no, don't!" said Lucy, "it is horrid."
+
+The boy laughed, but the little girl whispered, "Good white men say so.
+Some day Lavo will go and learn, and leave off fighting."
+
+Lavo shook his head. "No, not yet; I will be brave chief and warrior
+first,--bring home many heads of enemies."
+
+"I--I think it nice to be quiet," said Lucy; "and--and--won't you have
+some dinner?"
+
+"Have you baked a pig?" asked Lavo.
+
+"I think this is mutton," said Lucy, when the dish came up,--"it is
+sheep's flesh."
+
+Lavo and his sister had no notion what sheep were. They wanted to sit
+cross-legged on the floor, but Lucy made each of them sit in a chair
+properly; but then they shocked her by picking up the mutton-chops and
+stuffing them into their mouths with their fingers.
+
+"Look here!" and she showed the knives and forks.
+
+"Oh!" cried Lavo, "what good spikes to catch fish with! and
+knife--knife--I'll kill foes! much better than shell knife."
+
+[Illustration: "I can eat much better without," said Lavo.
+
+_Page 30._]
+
+"And I'll dig yams," said the sister.
+
+"Oh no!" entreated Lucy, "we have spades to dig with, soldiers have
+swords to fight with, these are to eat with."
+
+"I can eat much better without," said Lavo, but to please Lucy his
+sister did try; slashing hard away with her knife, and digging her fork
+straight into a bit of meat. Then she very nearly ran it into her eye,
+and Lucy, who knew it was not good manners to laugh, was very near
+choking herself. And at last, saying the knife and fork were "great
+good--great good; but none for eating," they stuck them through the
+great tortoiseshell rings they had in their ears and noses. Lucy was
+distressed about Uncle Joseph's knives and forks, which she knew she
+ought not to give away; but while she was looking about for Mrs. Bunker
+to interfere, Don seemed to think it his business, and began to growl
+and fly at the little black legs.
+
+[Illustration: Lavo had climbed up the side of the door, and was sitting
+astride on the top of it.
+
+_Page 35._]
+
+"A tree, a tree!" cried the Ysabelites, "where's a tree?" and while
+they spoke, Lavo had climbed up the side of the door, and was sitting
+astride on the top of it, grinning down at the dog, and his sister had
+her feet on the lock, going up after him.
+
+"Tree houses," they cried; "there we are safe from our enemies."
+
+And Lucy found rising before her, instead of her own nursery, a huge
+tree, on the top of a mound.[1] Basket-work had been woven between the
+branches to make floors, and on these were huts of bamboo cane; there
+were ladders hanging down made of strong creepers twisted together, and
+above and around the cries of cockatoos and parrots and the chirp of
+grasshoppers rang in her ears. She laid hold of the ladder of creeping
+plants and began to climb, but soon her head swam, she grew giddy, and
+called out to Lavo to help her. Then suddenly she found herself curled
+up in Mrs. Bunker's big beehive chair, and she wondered whether she had
+been asleep.
+
+FOOTNOTE:
+
+[1] See the _Net_, June 1, 1867.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER III.
+
+ITALY.
+
+
+"SUPPOSE and suppose I could have such another funny dream," said Lucy.
+"Mother Bunch, have you ever been to Italy?" and she put her finger on
+the long leg and foot, kicking at three-cornered Sicily.
+
+"Yes, Missie, that I have; come out of this cold room and I'll tell
+you."
+
+Lucy was soon curled in her chair; but no, she wasn't! she was under
+such a blue, blue sky, as she had never dreamt of: clear sharp purple
+hills rose up against it. There was a clear rippling little fountain,
+bursting out of a rock, carved with old, old carvings, broken now and
+defaced, but shadowed over by lovely maidenhair fern and trailing
+bindweed; and in a niche above a little roof, sheltering a figure of the
+Blessed Virgin. Some way off stood a long low house propped up against
+the rich yellow stone walls and pillars of another old, old building,
+and with a great chestnut-tree shadowing over it. It had a balcony, and
+the gable end was open, and full of big yellow pumpkins and clusters of
+grapes hung up to dry, and some goats were feeding round.
+
+Then came a merry, merry voice singing something about _la vendemmia_;
+and though Lucy had never learnt Italian, her wonderful dream knowledge
+made her sure that this meant the vintage, the grape-gathering; and
+presently there came along a little girl dancing and beating a
+tambourine, with a basket fastened to her back, filled to overflowing
+with big, beautiful bunches of grapes: and a whole party of other
+children, all loaded with as many grapes as they could carry, came
+leaping and singing after her; their black hair loose, or sometimes
+twisted with vine-leaves; their big black eyes dancing with merriment,
+and their bare brown legs with glee.
+
+[Illustration: "Ah! Cecco, Cecco!" cried the little girl, pausing as she
+beat her tambourine.
+
+_Page 38._]
+
+"Ah! Cecco, Cecco!" cried the little girl, pausing as she beat her
+tambourine, "here's a stranger who has no grapes; give them here!"
+
+"But," said Lucy, "aren't they your Mamma's grapes; may you give them
+away?"
+
+"Ah, ah! 'tis the _vendemmia_! all may eat grapes; as much as they will.
+See, there's the vineyard."
+
+Lucy saw on the slope of the hill above the cottage long poles such as
+hops grow upon, and vines trained about hither and thither in long
+festoons, with leaves growing purple with autumn, and clusters hanging
+down. Men in shady battered hats, bright sashes and braces, and white
+shirt sleeves, and women with handkerchiefs folded square over their
+heads, were cutting the grapes down, and piling them up in baskets;
+and a low cart drawn by two mouse-coloured oxen, with enormous wide
+horns and gentle-looking eyes, was waiting to be loaded with the
+baskets.
+
+"To the wine-press! to the press!" shouted the children, who were
+politeness itself and wanted to show her everything.
+
+The wine-press was a great marble trough with pipes leading off into
+other vessels around. Into it went the grapes, and in the midst were men
+and boys and little children, all with bare feet and legs up to the
+knees, dancing and leaping, and bounding and skipping upon the grapes,
+while the red juice covered their brown skins.
+
+"Come in, come in; you don't know how charming it is!" cried Cecco. "It
+is the best time of all the year, the dear vintage; come and tread the
+grapes."
+
+"But you must take off your shoes and stockings," said his sister,
+Nunziata; "we never wear them but on Sundays and holidays."
+
+Lucy was not sure that she might, but the children looked so joyous, and
+it seemed to be such fun, that she began fumbling with the buttons of
+her boots, and while she was doing it she opened her eyes, and found
+that her beautiful bunch of grapes was only the cushion in the bottom of
+Mother Bunch's chair.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER IV.
+
+GREENLAND.
+
+
+"SUPPOSE and suppose I tried what the very cold countries are like!"
+
+And Lucy bent over the globe till she was nearly ready to cut her head
+off with the brass meridian, as she looked at the long jagged tongue,
+with no particular top to it, hanging down on the east side of America.
+Perhaps it was the making herself so cold that did it, but she found
+herself in the midst of snow, snow, snow. All was snow except the sea,
+and that was a deep green, and in it were monstrous floating white
+things, pinnacled all over like the Cathedral, and as big, and with
+hollows in them of glorious deep blue and green, like jewels; Lucy knew
+they were icebergs. A sort of fringe of these cliffs of ice hemmed in
+the shore. And on one of them stood what she thought at first was a
+little brown bear, for the light was odd, the sun was so very low down,
+and there was so much glare from the snow that it seemed unnatural.
+However, before she had time to be afraid of the bear, she saw that it
+was really a little boy, with a hood and coat and leggings all of thick,
+thick fur, and a spear in his hand, with which he every now and then
+made a dash at a fish,--great cod fish, such as Mamma had, with oysters,
+when there was a dinner-party.
+
+Into them went his spear, up came the poor fish, and was strung with
+some others on a string the boy carried. Lucy crept up as well as she
+could on the slippery ice, and the little Esquimaux stared at her with a
+kind of stupid surprise.
+
+[Illustration: "Is that the way you get fish?" she asked.
+
+_Page 47._]
+
+"Is that the way you get fish?" she asked.
+
+"Yes, and seals; Father gets them," he said.
+
+"Oh, what's that, swimming out there?"
+
+"That's a white bear," he said, coolly; "we had better get home."
+
+Lucy thought so indeed; only where was home? that puzzled her. However,
+she trotted along by the side of her companion, and presently came to
+what might have been an enormous snowball, but there was a hole in it.
+Yes, it was hollow; and as her companion made for the opening, she saw
+more little stout figures rolled up in furs inside. Then she perceived
+that it was a house built up of blocks of snow, arranged so as to make
+the shape of a beehive, all frozen together, and with a window of ice.
+It made her shiver to think of going in, but she thought the white bear
+might come after her, and in she went. Even her little head had to bend
+under the low doorway, and behold it was the very closest, stuffiest, if
+not the hottest place she had ever been in! There was a kind of lamp
+burning in the hut; that is, a wick was floating in some oil, but there
+was no glass, such as Lucy had been apt to think the chief part of a
+lamp, and all round it squatted upon skins these queer little stumpy
+figures, dressed so much alike that there was no knowing the men from
+the women, except that the women had much the biggest boots, and used
+them instead of pockets, and they had their babies in bags of skin upon
+their backs.
+
+They seemed to be kind people, for they made room by their lamp for the
+little girl, and asked her where she had been wrecked, and then one of
+the women cut off a great lump of raw something--was it a walrus, with
+that round head and big tusks?--and held it up to her; and when Lucy
+shook her head and said, "No, thank you," as civilly as she could, the
+woman tore it in two, and handed a lump over her shoulder to her baby,
+who began to gnaw it. Then her first friend, the little boy, hoping to
+please her better, offered her some drink. Ah! it was oil, just like
+the oil that was burning in the lamp!--horrid train-oil from the whales!
+She could not help shaking her head, so much that she woke herself up!
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER V
+
+TYROL.
+
+
+"SUPPOSE and suppose I could see where that dear little black chamois
+horn came from! But Mother Bunch can't tell me about that I'm afraid,
+for she always went by sea, and here's the Tyrol without one bit of sea
+near it. It's just one of the strings to the great knot of mountains
+that tie Europe up in the middle. Oh! what is a mountain like?"
+
+Then suddenly came on Lucy's ears a loud blast like a trumpet; another
+answered it farther off, another fainter still, and as she started up
+she found she was standing on a little shelf of green grass with steep
+slopes of stones and rock above, below, and around her; and rising up
+all round huge, tall hills, their smooth slopes green and grassy, but in
+the steep places, all steep, stern cliff and precipice, and as they were
+seen further away they were of a beautiful purple, like a thunder-cloud.
+Close to Lucy grew blue gentians like those in Mamma's garden, and
+Alpine roses, and black orchises; but she did not know how to come down,
+and was getting rather frightened when a clear little voice said,
+"Little lady, have you lost your way? Wait till the evening hymn is
+over, and I'll come and help you;" and then Lucy stood and listened,
+while from all the peaks whence the horns had been blown there came the
+strong sweet sound of an evening hymn, all joining together, while there
+arose distant echoes of others farther away. When it was over, one shout
+of "Jodel" echoed from each point, and then all was still except for the
+tinkling of a little cow-bell. "That's the way we wish each other good
+night," said the little girl, as the shadows mounted high on the tops of
+the mountains, leaving them only peaks of rosy light. "Now come to the
+chalet, and sister Rose will give you some milk."
+
+[Illustration: "Help me, I'm afraid," said Lucy.
+
+_Page 52._]
+
+"Help me. I'm afraid," said Lucy.
+
+"That is nothing," said the mountain maiden springing up to her like a
+kid, in spite of her great heavy shoes; "you should see the places
+Father and Seppel climb when they hunt the chamois."
+
+"What is your name?" asked Lucy, who much liked the looks of her little
+companion in her broad straw hat, with a bunch of Alpine roses in it,
+her thick striped frock, and white body and sleeves, braced with black
+ribbon; it was such a pleasant, fresh, open face, with such rosy cheeks
+and kindly blue eyes, that Lucy felt quite at home.
+
+"I am little Katherl. This is the first time I have come up with Rose to
+the chalet, for I am big enough to milk the cows now. Ah! do you see
+Ilse, the black one with a white tuft? She is our leading cow, and she
+knows it, the darling. She never lets the others get into dangerous
+places they cannot come off; she leads them home, at a sound of the
+horn; and when we go back to the village, she will lead the herd with a
+nosegay on the point of each horn, and a wreath round her neck. The men
+will come up and fetch us, Seppel and all; and may be Seppel will bring
+the medal for shooting with the rifle."
+
+"But what do you do up here?"
+
+"We girls go up for the summer with the cows to the pastures, the grass
+is so rich and good on the mountains, and we make butter and cheese.
+Wait, and you shall taste. Sit down on that stone."
+
+Lucy was glad to hear this promise, for the fresh mountain air had made
+her hungry. Katherl skipped away towards a house with a projecting
+wooden balcony, and deep eaves, beautifully carved, and came back with a
+slice of bread and delicious butter, and a good piece of cheese, all on
+a wooden platter, and a little bowl of new milk. Lucy thought she had
+never tasted anything so nice.
+
+"And now the gracious little lady will rest a little while," said
+Katherl, "whilst I go and help Rosel to strain the milk."
+
+So Lucy waited, but she felt so tired with her scramble that she could
+not help nodding off to sleep, though she would have liked very much to
+have stayed longer with the dear little Tyrolese. But we know by this
+time where she always found herself when she awoke.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER VI.
+
+AFRICA.
+
+
+OH! oh! here is the little dried crocodile come alive, and opening a
+horrible great mouth lined with terrible teeth at her.
+
+No, he is no longer in the museum; he is in a broad river, yellow,
+heavy, and thick with mud; the borders are crowded with enormous reeds
+and rushes; there is no getting through; no breaking away from him; here
+he comes; horrid, horrid beast! Oh, how could Lucy have been so foolish
+as to want to travel in Africa up to the higher parts of the Nile? How
+will she ever get back again? He will gobble her up, her and Clare, who
+was trusted to her, and whatever will Mamma and sister do?
+
+[Illustration: Hark! There's a cry, and out jumps a little black figure,
+with a stout club in his hand.
+
+_Page 58._]
+
+Hark! There's a cry, a great shout, and out jumps a little black figure,
+with a stout club in his hand: smash it goes down on the head of master
+crocodile; the ugly beast is turning over on its back and dying. Then
+Lucy has time to look at the little Negro, and he has time to look at
+her. What a droll figure he is, with his woolly head and thick lips, the
+whites of his eyes and his teeth gleaming so brightly, and his fat
+little black person shining all over, as well it may, for he is rubbed
+from head to foot with castor-oil. There it grows on that bush, with
+broad, beautiful, folded leaves and red stems and the pretty grey and
+black nuts. Lucy only wishes the negroes would keep it all to polish
+themselves with, and not send any home.
+
+She wants to give the little black fellow some reward for saving her
+from the crocodile, and luckily Clare has on her long necklace of blue
+glass beads. She puts it into his hand, and he twists it round his
+black wool, and cuts such dances and capers for joy that Lucy can hardly
+stand for laughing; but the sun shines scorching hot upon her, and she
+gets under the shade of a tall date palm, with big leaves all shooting
+out together at the top, and fine bunches of dates below, all fresh and
+green, not dried like those Papa sometimes gives her at dessert.
+
+The little negro, Tojo, asks if she would like some; he takes her by the
+hand, and leads her into a whole cluster of little round mud huts,
+telling her that he is Tojo, the king's son; she is his little sister,
+and these are all his mothers! Which is his real mother Lucy cannot
+quite make out, for she sees an immense party of black women, all shiny
+and polished, with a great many beads wound round their heads, necks,
+ankles, and wrists; and nothing besides the tiniest short petticoats:
+and all the fattest are the smartest; indeed, they have gourds of milk
+beside them, and are drinking it all day long to keep themselves fat. No
+sooner however is Lucy led in among them, than they all close round,
+some singing and dancing, and others laughing for joy, and crying,
+"Welcome little daughter, from the land of spirits!" and then she finds
+out that they think she is really Tojo's little sister, who died ten
+moons ago, come back again from the grave as a white spirit.
+
+Tojo's own mother, a very fat woman indeed, holds out her arms, as big
+as bed-posts and terribly greasy, gives her a dose of sour milk out of a
+gourd, makes her lie down with her head in her lap, and begins to sing
+to her, till Lucy goes to sleep; and wakes, very glad to see the
+crocodile as brown and hard and immovable as ever; and that odd round
+gourd with a little hole in it, hanging up from the ceiling.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER VII.
+
+LAPLANDERS.
+
+
+"IT shall not be a hot country next time," said Lucy, "though, after
+all, the whale oil was not much worse than the castor oil.--Mother
+Bunch, did your whaler always go to Greenland, and never to any nicer
+place?"
+
+"Well, Missie, once we were driven between foul winds and icebergs up
+into a fiord near North Cape, right at midsummer, and I'll never forget
+what we saw there."
+
+[Illustration: And here beside her was a little fellow with a bow and
+arrows, such as she had never seen before.
+
+_Page 64._]
+
+Lucy was not likely to forget, either, for she found herself standing by
+a narrow inlet of sea, as blue and smooth as a lake, and closely shut
+in, except on the west, with red rocky hills and precipices with
+pine-trees growing on them, except where the bare rock was too steep, or
+where on a somewhat smoother shelf stood a timbered house, with a
+farm-yard and barns all round it. But the odd thing was that the sun was
+where she had never seen him before,--quite in the north, making all the
+shadows come the wrong way. But how came the sun to be visible at all so
+very late? Ah! she knew it now; this was Norway, and there was no night
+at all!
+
+And here beside her was a little fellow with a bow and arrows, such as
+she had never seen before, except in the hands of the little Cupids in
+the pictures in the drawing-room. Mother Bunch had said that the little
+brown boys in India looked like the bronze Cupid who was on the
+mantelshelf, but this little boy was white, or rather sallow-faced, and
+well dressed too, in a tight, round, leather cap, and a dark blue
+kind of shaggy gown with hairy leggings; and what he was shooting at
+was some kind of wild-duck or goose, that came tumbling down heavily
+with the arrow right across its neck.
+
+"There," said the boy, "I'll take that, and sell it to the Norse
+bonder's wife up in the house above there."
+
+"Who are you, then?" said Lucy.
+
+"I'm a Lapp. We live on the hills, where the Norseman has not driven us
+away, and the reindeer find their grass in summer and their moss in
+winter."
+
+"Oh! have you got reindeer? I should so like to see them and to drive in
+a sledge!"
+
+The boy, whose name was Peder, laughed, and said, "You can't go in a
+sledge except when it is winter, with snow and ice to go upon, but I'll
+soon show you a reindeer."
+
+Then he led the way, past the deliciously smelling, whispering
+pine-woods that sheltered the Norwegian homestead, starting a little
+aside when a great, tall, fair-faced, fair-haired Norse farmer came
+striding along, singing some old old song, as he carried a heavy log on
+his shoulder, past a seater or mountain meadow where the girls were
+pasturing their cows, much like Lucy's friends in the Tirol, out upon
+the grey moorland, where there was an odd little cluster of tents
+covered with skins, and droll little, short, stumpy people running about
+them.
+
+Peder gave a curious long cry, put his hand in his pocket, and pulled
+out a lump of salt. Presently, a pair of long horns appeared, then
+another, then a whole herd of the deer with big heads and horns growing
+a good deal forward. The salt was held to them, and a rope was fastened
+to all their horns that they might stand still in a line, while the
+little Lapp women milked them. Peder went up to one of the women, and
+brought back a little cupful for his visitor; it was all that one deer
+gave, but it was so rich as to be almost like drinking cream. He led her
+into one of the tents, but it was very smoky, and not much cleaner than
+the Esquimaux. It is a wonder how Lucy could go to sleep there, but she
+did, heartily wishing herself somewhere else.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER VIII.
+
+CHINA.
+
+
+WAS it the scent of the perfumed tea, a present from an old sailor
+friend, which Mrs. Bunker was putting away, or was it the sight of the
+red jar ornamented with little black-and-gold men, with round caps, long
+petticoats, and pigtails, that caused Lucy next to open her eyes upon a
+cane sofa, with cushions ornamented with figures in coloured silks? The
+floor of the room was of shining inlaid wood; there were beautifully
+woven mats all round; stands made of red lacquer work, and seats of cane
+and bamboo; and there was a round window, through which could be seen a
+beautiful garden, full of flowering shrubs and trees, a clear pond lined
+with coloured tiles in the middle, and over the wall the gilded roof of
+a pagoda, like an umbrella, only all in ridge and furrow, and with a
+little bell at every spoke. Beyond, were beautifully and fantastically
+shaped hills, and a lake below with pleasure boats on it. It was all
+wonderfully like being upon a bowl come to life, and Lucy knew she was
+in China, even before there came into the room, toddling upon her poor
+little tiny feet, a young lady with a small yellow face, little slips of
+eyes sloping upwards from her flat nose, and back hair combed up very
+tight from her face, and twisted up with flowers and ornaments. She had
+ever so many robes on, the edge of one peeping out below the other, and
+at the top a sort of blue China-crape tunic, with very wide loose
+sleeves drooping an immense way from her hands. There was no gathering
+in at the waist, and it reached to her knees, where a still more
+splendid white silk, embroidered, trailed along. She had a big fan in
+her hand, but when she saw the visitor she went up to a beautiful little
+low table, with an ivory frill round it, where stood some dainty,
+delicate tea-cups and saucers. Into one of these she put a little ball,
+about as big as an oak-apple, of tea-leaves; a maid dressed like herself
+poured hot water on it, and handed it on a lacquer-work tray. Lucy took
+it, said, "Thank you," and then waited.
+
+[Illustration: "Is it not good?" said the little hostess.
+
+_Page 72._]
+
+"Is it not good?" said the little hostess.
+
+"It must be! You are the real tea people," said Lucy; "but I was waiting
+for sugar and milk."
+
+"That would spoil it," said the Chinese damsel; "only outer barbarians
+would think of such a thing. And, ah! I see you are one! See, Ki-hi,
+what monstrous feet!"
+
+"They are not bigger than your maid's," said Lucy, rather disgusted.
+"Why are yours so small?"
+
+"Because my mother and nurse took care of me when I was a baby, and
+bound them up that they might not grow big and ugly like the poor
+creatures who have to run about for their husbands, feed silkworms, and
+tend ducks!"
+
+"But shouldn't you like to walk without almost tumbling down?" said
+Lucy.
+
+"No, indeed! Me, a daughter of a mandarin of the blue button! You are a
+mere barbarian to think a lady ought to want to walk. Do you not see
+that I never do anything? Look at my lovely nails."
+
+"I think they are claws," said Lucy; "do you never break them?"
+
+"No; when they are a little longer, I shall wear silver shields for
+them, as my mother does."
+
+"And do you really never work?"
+
+"I should think not," said the young lady, scornfully fanning herself;
+"I leave that to the common folk, who are obliged. Come with me and let
+me lean on you, and I will give you a peep through the lattice, that you
+may see that my father is far above making his daughter work. See,
+there he sits, with his moustachios hanging down to his chin, and his
+tail to his heels, and the blue dragon embroidered on his breast,
+watching while they prepare the hall for a grand dinner. There will be a
+stew of puppy dog, and another of kittens, and birds-nest soup; and then
+the players will come and act a part of the nine-night tragedy, and we
+will look through the lattice. Ah! Father is smoking opium, that he may
+be serene and in good spirits! Does it make your head ache? Ah! that is
+because you are a mere outer barbarian. She is asleep, Ki-hi; lay her on
+the sofa, and let her sleep. How ugly her pale hair is, almost as bad as
+her big feet!"
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER IX.
+
+KAMSCHATKA.
+
+
+[Illustration: Whisking over the snow with all her might and main,
+muffled up in cloaks and furs.
+
+_Page 79._]
+
+LUCY had been disappointed of a drive with the reindeer, and she had
+been telling Don how useful his relations were in other places. Behold,
+she awoke in a wide plain, where as far as her eye could reach there was
+nothing but snow. The few fir-trees that stood in the distance were
+heavily laden; and Lucy herself,--where was she? Going very fast? Yes,
+whisking over the snow with all her might and main, and muffled up in
+cloaks and furs, as indeed was necessary, for her breath froze upon the
+big muffler round her throat, so that it seemed to be standing up in a
+wall; and by her side was a little boy, muffled up quite as close, with
+a cap or rather hood, casing his whole head, his hands gloved in fur up
+to the elbows, and long fur boots. He had an immense long whip in his
+hand, and was flourishing it, and striking with it--at what? They were
+an enormous way off from him, but they really were very big dogs,
+rushing along like the wind, and bearing along with them--what? Lucy's
+ambition--a sledge, a thing without wheels, but gliding along most
+rapidly on the hard snow; flying, flying almost fast enough to take away
+her breath, and leaving birds, foxes, and any creature she saw for one
+instant, far behind. And--what was very odd--the young driver had no
+reins; he shouted at the dogs and now and then threw a stick at them,
+and they quite seemed to understand, and turned when he wanted them.
+Lucy wondered how he or they knew the way, it all seemed such a waste of
+snow; and after feeling at first as if the rapidity of their course
+made her unable to speak, she ventured on gasping out, "Well, I've been
+in an express train, but this beats it! Where are you going?"
+
+"To Petropawlowsky, to change these skins for whisky and coffee, and
+rice," answered the boy.
+
+"What skins are they?" asked Lucy.
+
+"Bears'--big brown bears that Father killed in a cave--and wolves' and
+those of the little ermine and sable that we trap. We get much, much for
+the white ermine and his black tail. Father's coming in another sledge
+with, oh! such a big pile. Don't you hear his dogs yelp? We'll win the
+race yet! Ugh! hoo! hoo! hoo-o-o!--On! on! lazy ones, on, I say! don't
+let the old dogs catch the young!"
+
+Crack, crack, went the whip; the dogs yelped with eagerness,--they don't
+bark, those Northern dogs; the little Kamschatkadale bawled louder and
+louder, and never saw when Lucy rolled off behind, and was left in the
+middle of a huge snowdrift, while he flew on with his load.
+
+Here were his father's dogs overtaking her; picking her--some one
+picking her up. No, it was Don! and here was Mrs. Bunker exclaiming,
+"Well, I never thought to find Miss Lucy in no better a place than on
+Master's old bearskin!"
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER X.
+
+THE TURK.
+
+
+"WHAT a beautiful long necklace, Mrs. Bunker! May I have it for
+Lonicera?"
+
+"You may play with it while you are here, Missie, if you'll take care
+not to break the string, but it is too curious for you to take home and
+lose. It is what they call a Turkish rosary; they say it is made of
+rose-leaves reduced to a paste and squeezed ever so hard together, and
+that the poor ladies that are shut up in the harems have little or
+nothing to do but to run them through their fingers."
+
+"It has a very nice smell," said Lucy, examining the dark brown beads,
+which hung rather loosely on their string, and letting them fall one by
+one through her hands, till of course that happened which she was hoping
+for: she woke on a long low sofa, in the midst of a room all carpet and
+cushions, in bright colours and gorgeous patterns, curling about with no
+particular meaning; and with a window of rich brass lattice-work.
+
+And by her side there was an odd bubbling, that put her in mind of
+blowing the soap-suds into a honey-comb when preparing them for bubble
+blowing; but when she looked round she saw something very unlike the
+long pipes her brother called "churchwardens," or the basin of
+soap-suds. There was a beautifully shaped glass bottle, and into it went
+a long, long twisting tube, like a snake coiled on the floor, and the
+other end of the serpent, instead of a head, had an amber mouth-piece
+which went between a pair of lips. Lucy knew it for a hubble-bubble or
+narghilhe, and saw that the lips were in a brown face, with big black
+eyes, round which dark bluish circles were drawn. The jet-black hair was
+carefully braided with jewels, and over it was thrown a great
+rose-coloured gauze veil; there was a loose purple satin sort of pelisse
+over a white silk embroidered vest, tied in with a sash, striped with
+all manner of colours, also immense wide white muslin trousers, out of
+which peeped a pair of brown bare feet, which, however, had a splendid
+pair of slippers curled up at the toes.
+
+The owner seemed to be very little older than Lucy, and sat gravely
+looking at her for a little while, then clapped her hands. A black woman
+came, and the young Turkish maiden said, "Bring coffee for the little
+Frank lady."
+
+So a tiny table of mother-of-pearl was brought, and on it some exquisite
+little striped porcelain cups, standing not in saucers, but in silver
+filigree cups into which they exactly fitted. Lucy remembered her
+Chinese experience, and did not venture to ask for milk or sugar, but
+she found that the real Turkish coffee was so pure and delicate that she
+could bear to drink it without.
+
+[Illustration: "Married! Oh, no, you are joking."
+
+_Page 86._]
+
+"Where are your jewels?" then asked the little hostess.
+
+"I'm not old enough to have any?"
+
+"How old are you?"
+
+"Nine."
+
+"Nine! I'm only ten, and I shall be married next week----"
+
+"Married! Oh, no, you are joking."
+
+"Yes, I shall. Selim Bey has paid my father the dowry for me, and I
+shall be taken to his house next week."
+
+"And I suppose you like him very much."
+
+"He looks big and tall," said the child with exultation. "I saw him
+riding when I went with my mother to the Sweet Waters. 'Amina,' she
+said, 'there is your lord, in the Frankish coat--with the white horse.'"
+
+"Have you not talked to him?"
+
+"What should I do that for?"
+
+"Aunt Bessie used to like to talk to nobody but Uncle Frank before they
+were married."
+
+"I shall talk enough when I am married. I shall make him give me plenty
+of sweetmeats, and a carriage with two handsome bullocks, and the
+biggest Nubian black slave in the market to drive me to Sweet Waters, in
+a thin blue veil, with all my jewels on. Father says that Selim Bey will
+give me everything, and a Frank governess. What is a governess? Is it
+anything like the little gold case you have round your neck?"
+
+"My locket with Mamma's hair? Oh, no, no," said Lucy, laughing; "a
+governess is a lady to teach you."
+
+"I don't want to learn any more," said Amina, much disgusted; "I shall
+tell him I can make a pillau, and dry sweetmeats, and roll rose-leaves.
+What should I learn for?"
+
+"Should you not like to read and write?"
+
+"Teaching is only meant for men. They have got to read the Koran, but it
+is all ugly letters; I won't learn to read."
+
+"You don't know how nice it is to read stories, and all about different
+countries. Ah! I wish I was in the schoolroom, at home, and I would show
+you how pleasant it is."
+
+And Lucy seemed to have her wish all at once, for she and Amina stood in
+her own schoolroom, but with no one else there. The first thing Amina
+did was to scream, "Oh, what shocking windows! even men can see in; shut
+them up." She rolled herself up in her veil, and Lucy could only satisfy
+her by pulling down all the blinds, after which she ventured to look
+about a little. "What have you to sit on?" she asked, with great
+disgust.
+
+"Chairs and stools," said Lucy, laughing and showing them.
+
+"These little tables with four legs! How can you sit on them?"
+
+Lucy sat down and showed her. "That is not sitting," she said, and tried
+to curl herself up cross-legged; "I can't dangle down my legs."
+
+"Our governess always makes us write out a tense of a French verb if
+she sees us sitting with our legs crossed," said Lucy, laughing with
+much amusement at Amina's attempts to wriggle herself up on the stool
+whence she nearly fell.
+
+"Ah, I will never have a governess!" cried Amina. "I will cry, and cry,
+and give Selim Bey no rest till he promises to let me alone. What a
+dreadful place this is! Where can you sleep?"
+
+"In bed, to be sure" said Lucy.
+
+"I see no cushions to lie on."
+
+"No; we have bedrooms, and beds there. We should not think of taking off
+our clothes here."
+
+"What should you undress for?"
+
+"To sleep, of course."
+
+"How horrible! We sleep in all our clothes wherever we like to lie down.
+We never undress but for the bath. Do you go to the bath?"
+
+"I have a bath every morning, when I get up, in my own room."
+
+[Illustration: "I will show you where you live. This is Constantinople."
+
+_Page 92._]
+
+"Bathe at home! Then you never see your friends? We meet at the bath,
+and talk and play and laugh."
+
+"Meet bathing! No, indeed! We meet at home, and out of doors," said
+Lucy; "my friend Annie and I walk together."
+
+"Walk together! what, in the street? Shocking! You cannot be a lady."
+
+"Indeed I am," said Lucy, colouring up. "My Papa is a gentleman. And see
+how many books we have, and how much we have to learn! French, and
+music, and sums, and grammar, and history, and geography."
+
+"I _will_ not be a Frank! No, no! I will not learn," said the alarmed
+Amina on hearing this catalogue poured forth.
+
+"Geography is very nice," said Lucy; "here are our maps. I will show you
+where you live. This is Constantinople."
+
+"I live at Stamboul," said Amina, scornfully.
+
+"There is Stamboul in little letters below--look."
+
+"That Stamboul! The Frank girl is false; Stamboul is a large, large,
+beautiful place; not a little black speck. I can see it from my lattice.
+White houses and mosques in the sun, and the blue Golden Horn, with the
+little caiques gliding."
+
+Before Lucy could explain, the door opened, and one of her brothers put
+in his head. At once Amina began to scream and roll herself in the
+window curtain. "A man in the harem! Oh! oh! oh! Were there no slippers
+at the door?" And her screaming brought Lucy awake at Uncle Joe's
+again.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XI.
+
+SWITZERLAND.
+
+
+"I LIKED the mountain girl best of all," thought Lucy. "I wonder whether
+I shall ever get among the mountains again. There's a great stick in the
+corner that Uncle Joe calls his alpenstock. I'll go and read the names
+upon it. They are all the mountains where he has used it."
+
+She read Mount Blanc, Mount Cenis, the Wengern, and so on; and of course
+as she read and sung them over to herself, they lulled her off into her
+wonderful dreams, and brought her this time into a meadow, steep and
+sloping, but full of flowers, the loveliest flowers, of all kinds,
+growing among the long grass that waved over them. The fresh clear air
+was so delicious that she almost hoped she was gone back to her dear
+Tyrol; but the hills were not the same. She saw upon the slope
+quantities of cows, goats, and sheep, feeding just as on the Tyrolese
+Alps; but beyond was a dark row of pines, and up above, in the sky as it
+were, rose all round great sharp points--like clouds for their
+whiteness, but not in their straight jagged outlines; and here and there
+the deep grey clefts between seemed to spread into white rivers, or over
+the ruddy purple of the half-distance came sharp white lines darting
+downwards.
+
+As she sat up in the grass and looked about her, a bark startled her. A
+dog began to growl, bark, and dance round her, so that she would have
+been much frightened if the next moment a voice had not called him
+off--"Fie, Brilliant, down; let the little girl alone. _Fi donc._ He is
+good, Mademoiselle, never fear. He helps me keep the cows."
+
+[Illustration: "I cut it out with my knife, all myself."
+
+_Page 98._]
+
+"Who are you, then?"
+
+"I am Maurice, the little herd-boy. I live with my grandmother, and work
+for her."
+
+"What, in keeping cows?"
+
+"Yes; and look here!"
+
+"O the delicious little cottage! It has eaves, and windows, and
+balconies, and a door, and little cows and sheep, and men and women, all
+in pretty white wood! You did not make it, Maurice?"
+
+"Yes, truly, I did; I cut it out with my knife, all myself."
+
+"How clever you must be. And what shall you do with it?"
+
+"I shall watch for a carriage with ladies winding up that long road; and
+then I shall stand and take off my hat, and hold out my cottage. Perhaps
+they will buy it, and then I shall have enough to get grandmother a warm
+gown for the winter. When I grow bigger I will be a guide, like my
+father."
+
+"A guide?"
+
+"Yes, to lead travellers up to the mountain-tops. There is nowhere you
+English will not go. The harder a mountain is to climb, the more bent
+you are on going up. And oh, I shall love it too! There are the great
+glaciers, the broad streams of ice that fill up the furrows of the
+mountains, with the crevasses so blue and beautiful and cruel. It was in
+one of them my father was swallowed up."
+
+"Ah! then how can you love them?" said Lucy.
+
+"Because they are so grand and so beautiful," said Maurice. "No other
+place has the like, and they make one's heart swell with wonder, and joy
+in the God who made them. And it is only the brave who dare to climb
+them!"
+
+And Maurice's eyes sparkled, and Lucy looked at the clear, stern glory
+of the mountain points, and felt as if she understood him.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XII.
+
+THE COSSACK.
+
+
+[Illustration: While he jerked out his arms and legs as if they were
+pulled by strings.
+
+_Page 102._]
+
+CAPER, caper; dance, dance. What a wonderful dance it was, just as if
+the little fellow had been made of cork, so high did he bound the moment
+he touched the ground; while he jerked out his arms and legs as if they
+were pulled by strings, like the Marionettes that had once performed in
+the front of the window. Only, his face was all fun and life, and he did
+look so proud and delighted to show what he could do; and it was all in
+clear, fresh, open air, the whole extent covered with short green grass,
+upon which were grazing herds of small lean horses, and flocks of sheep
+without tails, but with their wool puffed out behind into a sort of
+bustle or _panier_. There was a cluster of clean, white-looking houses
+in the distance; and Lucy knew that she was in the great plains called
+the Steppes, that lie between the rivers Volga and Don, and may be
+either in Europe or Asia, according as you look at an old map or a new.
+
+"Do you live there?" she asked, by way of beginning the conversation.
+
+"Yes; my father is the hetman of the Stantitza, and these are my
+holidays. I go to school at Tcherkask most part of the year."
+
+"Tcherkask! Oh, what a funny name!"
+
+"And you would think it a funny town if you were there. It is built on a
+great bog by the side of the river Volga; all the houses stand on piles
+of timber, and in the spring the streets are full of water, and one has
+to sail about in boats."
+
+"Oh! that must be delicious."
+
+"I don't like it as much as coming home and riding. See!" and as he
+whistled, one of the horses came whinnying up, and put his nose over the
+boy's shoulder.
+
+"Good fellow! But your horses are thin; they look little."
+
+"Little!" cried the young Cossack. "Why, do you know what our little
+horses can do? There are not many armies in Europe that they have not
+ridden down, at one time or another. Why, the church at Tcherkask is
+hung all round with Colours we have taken from our enemies. There's the
+Swede--didn't Charles XII. get the worst of it when he came in his big
+boots after the Cossack?--ay, and the Turk, and the Austrian, and the
+German, and the French? Ah! doesn't my grandfather tell how he rode his
+good little horse all the way from the Volga to the Seine, and the good
+Czar Alexander himself gave him the medal with 'Not unto us, but unto
+Thy Name be the praise'? Our father the Czar does not think so little of
+us and our horses as you do, young lady."
+
+"I beg your pardon," said Lucy; "I did not know what your horses could
+do."
+
+"Oh, you did not! That is some excuse for you. I'll show you."
+
+And in one moment he was on the back of his little horse, leaning down
+on its neck, and galloping off over the green plain like the wind; but
+it seemed to Lucy as if she had only just watched him out of sight on
+one side before he was close to her on the other, having whirled round
+and cantered close up to her while she was looking the other way. "Come
+up with me," he said; and in one moment she had been swept up before him
+on the little horse's neck, and was flying so wildly over the Steppes
+that her breath and sense failed her, and she knew no more till she was
+safe by Mrs. Bunker's fireside again.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XIII.
+
+SPAIN.
+
+
+"SUPPOSE and suppose I go to sleep again; what should I like to see
+next? A sunny place, I think, where there is sea to look at. Shall it be
+Spain, and shall it be among the poor people? Well, I think I should
+like to be where there is a little lady girl. I hope they are not all as
+lazy and conceited as the Chinese and the Turk."
+
+So Lucy awoke in a large cool room with a marble floor and heavy
+curtains, but with little furniture except one table, and a row of
+chairs ranged along the wall. It had two windows, one looking out into
+a garden,--such a garden!--orange-trees with shining leaves and green
+and golden fruit and white flowers, and jasmines, and great lilies
+standing round about a marble court, in the midst of which was a basin
+of red marble, where a fountain was playing, making a delicious
+splashing; and out beyond these sparkled in the sun the loveliest and
+most delicious of blue seas--the same blue sea, indeed, that Lucy had
+seen in her Italian visit.
+
+That window was empty; but the other, which looked out into the street,
+had cushions laid on the sill, an open-work stone ledge beyond, and
+little looking-glasses on either side; and leaning over this sill there
+was seated a little maiden in a white frock, but with a black lace veil
+fastened by a rose into her jet-black hair, and the daintiest,
+prettiest-shaped little feet imaginable in white satin shoes, which
+could be plainly seen as she knelt on the window-seat.
+
+"What are you looking at?" asked Lucy, coming to her side.
+
+[Illustration: "See now," cried the Spaniard, "stand there. Ah! have you
+no castanets?"
+
+_Page 110._]
+
+"I'm watching for the procession. Then I shall go to church with Mamma.
+Look! That way we shall see it come; these two mirrors reflect
+everything up and down the street."
+
+"Are you dressed for church?" asked Lucy. "You have no hat on."
+
+"Where does your grace come from not to know that a mantilla is what is
+fit for church? Mamma is being dressed in her black silk and her black
+mantilla."
+
+"And your shoes?"
+
+"I could not wear great, coarse, hard shoes," said the little Dona Ines;
+"it would spoil my feet. Ah! I shall have time to show the Senorita what
+I can do. Can your grace dance?"
+
+"I danced with Uncle Joe at our last Christmas party," said Lucy, with
+great dignity.
+
+"See now," cried the Spaniard; "stand there. Ah! have you no castanets?"
+and she quickly took out two very small ivory shells or bowls, each pair
+fastened together by a loop, through which she passed her thumb so that
+the little spoons hung on her palm, and she could snap them together
+with her fingers.
+
+Then she began to dance round Lucy in the most graceful swimming way,
+now rising, now falling, and cracking her castanets together at
+intervals. Lucy tried to do the same, but her limbs seemed like a wooden
+doll's compared with the suppleness and ease of Ines. She made sharp
+corners and angles, where the Spaniard floated so like a sea-bird that
+it was like seeing her fly or float rather than merely dance, till at
+last the very watching her rendered Lucy drowsy and dizzy, and as the
+church bells began to ring, and the chant of the procession to sound,
+she lost all sense of being in sunny Malaga, the home of grapes.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XIV.
+
+GERMANY.
+
+
+[Illustration: "What are you about, little boy?"
+
+_Page 114._]
+
+THERE was a great murmur and buzz of learning lessons; rows upon rows of
+little boys were sitting before desks, studying; very few heads looked
+up as Lucy found herself walking round the room--a large clean room,
+with maps hanging on the walls, but hot and weary-feeling, because there
+were no windows open and so little fresh air.
+
+"What are you about, little boy?" she asked.
+
+"I am learning my verb," he said; "_moneo_, _mones_, _monet_."
+
+Lucy waited no longer, but moved off to another desk. "And what are you
+doing?"
+
+"I am writing my analysis."
+
+Lucy did not know what an analysis was, so she went a little further.
+"What are you doing here?" she said timidly, for these were somewhat
+bigger boys.
+
+"We are drawing up an essay on the individuality of self."
+
+That was enough to frighten any one away, and Lucy betook herself to
+some quite little boys, with fat rosy faces and light hair. "Are you
+busy, too?" she said.
+
+"Oh yes; we are learning the chief cities of the Fatherland."
+
+Lucy felt like the little boy in the fable, who could not get either the
+dog, or the bird, or the bee, to play with him.
+
+"When do you play?" she asked.
+
+"We have an hour's interval after dinner, and another at supper-time,
+but then we prepare our work for the morrow," said one of the boys,
+looking up well satisfied.
+
+"Work! work! Are you always at work?" exclaimed Lucy; "I only learn
+from nine to half-past twelve, and half an hour to get my lessons in the
+afternoon."
+
+"You are a maiden," said the little boy with civil superiority; "your
+brothers learn more hours."
+
+"More; yes, but not so many as you do. They play from twelve till
+half-past two, and have two half-holidays in the week."
+
+"So, you are not industrious. We are. That is the reason why we can all
+act together, and think together, so much better than any others; and we
+all stand as one irresistible power, the United Germany."
+
+Lucy gave a little gasp! it was all so very wise.
+
+"May I see your sisters?" she said.
+
+The little sisters, Gretchens and Kaetchens were learning away almost as
+hard as the Hermanns and Fritzes, but the bigger sisters had what Lucy
+thought a better time of it. One of them was helping in the kitchen, and
+another in the ironing; but then they had their books and their music,
+and in the evening all the families came out into the pleasure gardens,
+and had little tables with coffee before them, and the mammas knitted,
+and the papas smoked, and the young ladies listened to the band. On the
+whole, Lucy thought she should not mind living in Germany, if they would
+not do so many lessons.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XV.
+
+PARIS IN THE SIEGE.
+
+
+"AND Uncle Joe is in France, where the fathers and brothers of those
+little Prussian boys have been fighting. Suppose and suppose I could see
+it."
+
+There was a thunder and a whizzing in the air and a sharp rattling noise
+besides; a strange, damp, unwholesome smell too, mixed with that of
+gunpowder; and when Lucy looked up, she found herself down some steps in
+a dark, dull, vaulted-looking place, lined with stone, however, and open
+to the street above. A little lamp was burning in a corner, piles of
+straw and bits of furniture were lying about, and upon one of the
+bundles of straw sat a little rough-haired girl.
+
+[Illustration: "Ah! Mademoiselle, good morning. Are you come here to
+take shelter from the shells?"
+
+_Page 123._]
+
+"Ah! Mademoiselle, good morning," she said. "Are you come here to take
+shelter from the shells? The battery is firing now; I do not think Mamma
+will come home till it slackens a little. She is gone to the
+distribution of meat, to get a piece of horse for my brother, who is
+weak after his wounds. I wish I could offer you something, but we have
+nothing but water, and it is not even sugared."
+
+"Do you live down here?" asked Lucy, looking round at the dreary place
+with wonder.
+
+"Not always. We used to have a pretty little house up over, but the
+cruel shells came crashing in, and flew into pieces, tearing everything
+to splinters, and we are only safe from them down here. Ah, if I could
+only have shown you Mamma's pretty room! but there is a great hole in
+the floor now, and the ceiling is all tumbling down, and the table
+broken."
+
+"But why do you stay here?"
+
+"Mamma and Emily say it is all the same. We are as safe in our cellar as
+we could be anywhere, and we should have to pay elsewhere."
+
+"Then you cannot get out of Paris?"
+
+"Oh no, while the Prussians are all round us, and shut us in. My
+brothers are all in the Garde Mobile, and, you see, so is my doll. Every
+one must be a soldier now. My dear Adolphe, hold yourself straight" (and
+there the doll certainly showed himself perfectly drilled and
+disciplined). "March--right foot forward--left foot forward." But in
+this movement, as may be well supposed, little Coralie had to help her
+recruit a good deal.
+
+Lucy was surprised. "So you can play even in this dreadful place?" she
+said.
+
+"Oh yes! What's the use of crying and wearying oneself? I do not mind as
+long as they leave me my kitten, my dear little Minette."
+
+"Oh! what a pretty long-haired kitten! but how small and thin!"
+
+"Yes, truly, the poor Minette! The cruel people ate her mother, and
+there is no milk--no milk, and my poor Minette is almost starved, though
+I give her bits of my bread and soup; but the bread is only bran and
+sawdust, and she likes it no more than I."
+
+"Ate up her mother!"
+
+"Yes. She was a superb Cyprus cat, all grey; but, alas I one day she
+took a walk in the street, and they caught her, and then indeed it was
+all over with her. I only hope Minette will not get out, but she is so
+lean that they would find little but bones and fur."
+
+"Ah, how I wish I could take you and her home to Uncle Joe, and give you
+both good bread and milk! Take my hand, and shut your eyes, and we will
+suppose and suppose very hard, and, perhaps, you will come there with
+me. Paris is not so very far off."
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XVI.
+
+THE AMERICAN GUEST.
+
+
+[Illustration: "What can that be, coming at this time of day?"
+
+_Page 126._]
+
+NO; supposing very hard did not bring poor little French Coralie home
+with Lucy; but something almost as wonderful happened. Just at the time
+in the afternoon, blind man's holiday, when Lucy had been used to ride
+off on her dream to visit some wonderful place, there came a knock at
+the front door; a quite real substantial English knock and ring, that
+did not sound at all like any of the strange noise of the strange worlds
+that she had lately been hearing, but had the real tinkle of Uncle Joe's
+own bell.
+
+[Illustration: "Good morning. Where do you come from?"
+
+_Page 131._]
+
+"Well," said Mrs. Bunker, "what can that be, coming at this time of day?
+It can never be the doctor coming home without sending orders!
+Don't you be running out, Miss Lucy; there'll be a draught of cold right
+in."
+
+Lucy stood still; very anxious, and wondering whether she should see
+anything alive, or one of her visitors from various countries.
+
+"There is a letter from Mr. Seaman," said a brisk young voice, that
+would have been very pleasant if it had not gone a little through the
+nose; and past Mrs. Bunker there walked into the full light a little
+boy, a year or two older than Lucy, holding out one hand as he saw her
+and taking off his hat with the other. "Good morning," he said, quite at
+his ease; "is this where you live?"
+
+"Good morning," returned Lucy, though it was not morning at all; "where
+do you come from?"
+
+"Well, I'm from Paris last; but when I'm at home, I'm at Boston. I am
+Leonidas Saunders, of the great American Republic."
+
+"Oh, then you are not real, after all?"
+
+"Real! I should hope I was a genuine article."
+
+"Well, I was in hopes that you were real, only you say you come from a
+strange country, like the rest of them, and yet you look just like an
+English boy."
+
+"Of course I do! my great grandfather came from England," said Leonidas;
+"we all speak English as well, or better, than you do in the old
+country."
+
+"I can't understand it!" said Lucy; "did you come like other people, by
+the train, not like the children in my dreams?"
+
+And then Leonidas explained all about it to her: how his father had
+brought him last year to Europe and had put him to school at Paris; but
+when the war broke out, and most of the stranger scholars were taken
+away, no orders came about him, because his father was a merchant and
+was away from home, so that no one ever knew whether the letters had
+reached him.
+
+So Leonidas had gone on at school without many tasks to learn, to be
+sure, but not very comfortable: it was so cold, and there was no wood to
+burn; and he disliked eating horses and cats and rats, quite as much as
+Coralie did, though he was not in a part of the town where so many
+shells came in.
+
+At last, when Lucy's uncle and some other good gentlemen with the red
+cross on their sleeves, obtained leave to go and take some relief to the
+poor sick people in the hospitals, the people Leonidas was with told
+them that he was a little American left behind. Mr. Seaman, which was
+Uncle Joe's name, went to see about him, and found that he had once
+known his father. So, after a great deal of trouble, it had been managed
+that the boy should be allowed to leave the town. He had been driven in
+an omnibus, he told Lucy, with some more Americans and English, and with
+flags with stars and stripes or else Union Jacks all over it; and
+whenever they came to a French sentry, or afterwards to a Prussian,
+they were stopped till he called his corporal, who looked at their
+papers and let them go on. Mr. Seaman had taken charge of Leonidas, and
+given him the best dinner he had eaten for a long time, but as he was
+going to Blois to other hospitals, he could not keep the boy with him;
+so he had put him in charge of a friend who was going to London, to send
+him down to Mrs. Bunker.
+
+Fear of Lucy's rash was pretty well over now, and she was to go home in
+a day or two; so the children were allowed to be together, and they
+enjoyed it very much. Lucy told about her dreams, and Leonidas had a
+good deal to tell of what he had really seen on his travels. They wished
+very much that they could both see one of these wonderful dreams
+together, only--what should it be?
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XVII.
+
+THE DREAM OF ALL NATIONS.
+
+
+[Illustration: Oh! such a din!
+
+_Page 137._]
+
+WHAT should it be? She thought of Arabs with their tents and horses, and
+Leonidas told her of Red Indians with their war-paint, and little
+Negroes dancing round the sugar-boiling, till her head began quite to
+swim and her ears to buzz; and all the children she had seen and she had
+not seen seemed to come round her, and join hands and dance. Oh, such a
+din! A little Highlander in his tartans stood on a whisky-barrel in the
+middle, making his bagpipes squeal away; a Chinese with a bald head and
+long pigtail beat a gong, and capered with a solemn face; a Norwegian
+herd-boy blew a monstrous bark cow-horn; an Indian juggler twisted
+snakes round his neck to the sound of the tom-tom; and Lucy found
+herself and Leonidas whirling round with a young Dutch planter between
+them, and an Indian with a crown of feathers upon the other side of her.
+
+"Oh!" she seemed to herself to cry, "what are you doing? how do you all
+come here?"
+
+"We are from all the nations who are friends and brethren," said the
+voices; "we all bring our stores: the sugar, rice, and cotton of the
+West; the silk and coffee and spices of the East; the tea of China; the
+furs of the North: it all is exchanged from one to the other, and should
+teach us to be all brethren, since we cannot thrive one without the
+other."
+
+"It all comes to our country, because we are clever to work it up, and
+send it out to be used in its own homes," said the Highlander; "it is
+English and Scotch machines that weave your cottons, ay, and make your
+tools."
+
+"No; it is America that beats you all," cried Leonidas; "what had you to
+do, but to sit down and starve, when we sent you no cotton?"
+
+"If you send cotton, 'tis we that weave it," cried the Scot.
+
+Lucy was almost afraid they would come to blows over which was the
+greatest and most skilful country. "It cannot be buying and selling that
+make nations love one another, and be peaceful," she thought. "Is it
+being learned and wise?"
+
+"But the Prussian boys are studious and wise, and the French are clever
+and skilful, and yet they have that dreadful war: I wonder what it is
+that would make and keep all these countries friends!"
+
+And then there came an echo back to little Lucy: "For out of Zion shall
+go forth the Law, and the word of the Lord from Jerusalem. And He shall
+judge among the nations, and shall rebuke many people; and they shall
+beat their swords into ploughshares, and their spears into
+pruning-hooks: nations shall not lift up sword against nation, neither
+shall they war any more."
+
+Yes; the more they learn and keep the law of the Lord, the less there
+will be of those wars. To heed the true law of the Lord will do more for
+peace and oneness than all the cleverness in book-learning, or all the
+skilful manufactures in the world.
+
+
+
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+          Hutchinson. 12mo. Illustrated. xv + 357 pages.
+
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+will not confuse even the most unscientific."--_Boston Evening
+Transcript._
+
+
+          =ILLINOIS GIRL. A PRAIRIE WINTER.= By an Illinois
+          Girl. 16mo. 164 pages.
+
+A record of the procession of the months from midway in September to
+midway in May. The observations on Nature are accurate and sympathetic,
+and they are interspersed with glimpses of a charming home life and bits
+of cheerful philosophy.
+
+
+          =INGERSOLL. WILD NEIGHBORS. OUTDOOR STUDIES IN THE
+          UNITED STATES.= By Ernest Ingersoll. 12mo.
+          Illustrated. xii + 301 pages.
+
+Studies and stories of the gray squirrel, the puma, the coyote, the
+badger, and other burrowers, the porcupine, the skunk, the woodchuck,
+and the raccoon.
+
+
+          =INMAN. THE RANCH ON THE OXHIDE.= By Henry Inman.
+          12mo. Illustrated. xi + 297 pages.
+
+A story of pioneer life in Kansas in the late sixties. Adventures with
+wild animals and skirmishes with Indians add interest to the narrative.
+
+
+          =JOHNSON. CERVANTES' DON QUIXOTE.= Edited by
+          Clifton Johnson. 12mo. Illustrated. xxiii + 398
+          pages.
+
+A well-edited edition of this classic. The one effort has been to bring
+the book to readable proportions without excluding any really essential
+incident or detail, and at the same time to make the text
+unobjectionable and wholesome.
+
+
+          =JUDSON. THE GROWTH OF THE AMERICAN NATION.= By
+          Harry Pratt Judson. 12mo. Illustrations and maps.
+          xi + 359 pages.
+
+The cardinal facts of American History are grasped in such a way as to
+show clearly the orderly development of national life.
+
+
+          =KEARY. THE HEROES OF ASGARD: TALES FROM
+          SCANDINAVIAN MYTHOLOGY.= By A. and E. Keary. 12mo.
+          Illustrated. 323 pages.
+
+The book is divided into nine chapters, called "The AEsir," "How Thor
+went to Joetunheim," "Frey," "The Wanderings of Freyja," "Iduna's
+Apples," "Baldur," "The Binding of Fenrir," "The Punishment of Loki,"
+"Ragnaroek."
+
+
+          =KING. DE SOTO AND HIS MEN IN THE LAND OF
+          FLORIDA.= By Grace King. 12mo. Illustrated. xiv +
+          326 pages.
+
+A story based upon the Spanish and Portuguese accounts of the attempted
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+struggles and of their final demoralized rout; while her account of the
+native tribes is a most attractive feature of the narrative.
+
+
+          =KINGSLEY. MADAM HOW AND LADY WHY: FIRST LESSONS
+          IN EARTH LORE FOR CHILDREN.= By Charles Kingsley.
+          12mo. Illustrated. xviii + 321 pages.
+
+Madam How and Lady Why are two fairies who teach the how and why of
+things in nature. There are chapters on Earthquakes, Volcanoes, Coral
+Reefs, Glaciers, etc., told in an interesting manner. The book is
+intended to lead children to use their eyes and ears.
+
+
+          =KINGSLEY. THE WATER BABIES: A FAIRY TALE FOR A
+          LAND BABY.= By Charles Kingsley. 12mo.
+          Illustrated. 330 pages.
+
+One of the best children's stories ever written; it has deservedly
+become a classic.
+
+
+          =LANGE. OUR NATIVE BIRDS: HOW TO PROTECT THEM AND
+          ATTRACT THEM TO OUR HOMES.= By D. Lange. 12mo.
+          Illustrated. x + 162 pages.
+
+A strong plea for the protection of birds. Methods and devices for their
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+material for Bird Day.
+
+
+          =LOVELL. STORIES IN STONE FROM THE ROMAN FORUM.=
+          By Isabel Lovell. 12mo. Illustrated. viii + 258
+          pages.
+
+The eight stories in this volume give many facts that travelers wish to
+know, that historical readers seek, and that young students enjoy. The
+book puts the reader in close touch with Roman life.
+
+
+          =McFARLAND. GETTING ACQUAINTED WITH THE TREES.= By
+          J. Horace McFarland. 8vo. Illustrated. xi + 241
+          pages.
+
+A charmingly written series of tree essays. They are not scientific but
+popular, and are the outcome of the author's desire that others should
+share the rest and comfort that have come to him through acquaintance
+with trees.
+
+
+          =MAJOR. THE BEARS OF BLUE RIVER.= By Charles
+          Major. 12mo. Illustrated. 277 pages.
+
+A collection of good bear stories with a live boy for the hero. The
+scene is laid in the early days of Indiana.
+
+
+          =MARSHALL. WINIFRED'S JOURNAL.= By Emma Marshall.
+          12mo. Illustrated. 353 pages.
+
+A story of the time of Charles the First. Some of the characters are
+historical personages.
+
+
+          =MEANS. PALMETTO STORIES.= By Celina E. Means.
+          12mo. Illustrated. x + 244 pages.
+
+True accounts of some of the men and women who made the history of South
+Carolina, and correct pictures of the conditions under which these men
+and women labored.
+
+
+          =MORRIS. MAN AND HIS ANCESTOR: A STUDY IN
+          EVOLUTION.= By Charles Morris. 16mo. Illustrated.
+          vii + 238 pages.
+
+A popular presentation of the subject of man's origin. The various
+significant facts that have been discovered since Darwin's time are
+given, as well as certain lines of evidence never before presented in
+this connection.
+
+
+          =NEWBOLT. STORIES FROM FROISSART.= By Henry
+          Newbolt. 12mo. Illustrated. xxxi + 368 pages.
+
+Here are given entire thirteen episodes from the "Chronicles" of Sir
+John Froissart. The text is modernized sufficiently to make it
+intelligible to young readers. Separated narratives are dovetailed, and
+new translations have been made where necessary to make the narrative
+complete and easily readable.
+
+
+          =OVERTON. THE CAPTAIN'S DAUGHTER.= By Gwendolen
+          Overton. 12mo. Illustrated. vii + 270 pages.
+
+A story of girl life at an army post on the frontier. The plot is an
+absorbing one, and the interest of the reader is held to the end.
+
+
+          =PALGRAVE. THE CHILDREN'S TREASURY OF ENGLISH
+          SONG.= Selected and arranged by Francis Turner
+          Palgrave. 16mo. viii + 302 pages.
+
+This collection contains 168 selections--songs, narratives, descriptive
+or reflective pieces of a lyrical quality, all suited to the taste and
+understanding of children.
+
+
+          =PALMER. STORIES FROM THE CLASSICAL LITERATURE OF
+          MANY NATIONS.= Edited by Bertha Palmer. 12mo. xv +
+          297 pages.
+
+A collection of sixty characteristic stories from Chinese, Japanese,
+Hebrew, Babylonian, Arabian, Hindu, Greek, Roman, German, Scandinavian,
+Celtic, Russian, Italian, French, Spanish, Portuguese, Anglo-Saxon,
+English, Finnish, and American Indian sources.
+
+
+          =RIIS. CHILDREN OF THE TENEMENTS.= By Jacob A.
+          Riis. 12mo. Illustrated. ix + 387 pages.
+
+Forty sketches and short stories dealing with the lights and shadows of
+life in the slums of New York City, told just as they came to the
+writer, fresh from the life of the people.
+
+
+          =SANDYS. TRAPPER JIM.= By Edwyn Sandys. 12mo.
+          Illustrated. ix + 441 pages.
+
+A book which will delight every normal boy. Jim is a city lad who learns
+from an older cousin all the lore of outdoor life--trapping, shooting,
+fishing, camping, swimming, and canoeing. The author is a well-known
+writer on outdoor subjects.
+
+
+          =SEXTON. STORIES OF CALIFORNIA.= By Ella M.
+          Sexton. 12mo. Illustrated. x + 211 pages.
+
+Twenty-two stories illustrating the early conditions and the romantic
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+
+
+          =SHARP. THE YOUNGEST GIRL IN THE SCHOOL.= By
+          Evelyn Sharp. 12mo. Illustrated. ix + 326 pages.
+
+Bab, the "youngest girl," was only eleven and the pet of five brothers.
+Her ups and downs in a strange boarding school make an interesting
+story.
+
+
+          =SPARKS. THE MEN WHO MADE THE NATION: AN OUTLINE
+          OF UNITED STATES HISTORY FROM 1776 TO 1861.= By
+          Edwin E. Sparks. 12mo. Illustrated. viii + 415
+          pages.
+
+The author has chosen to tell our history by selecting the one man at
+various periods of our affairs who was master of the situation and about
+whom events naturally grouped themselves. The characters thus selected
+number twelve, as "Samuel Adams, the man of the town meeting"; "Robert
+Morris, the financier of the Revolution"; "Hamilton, the advocate of
+stronger government," etc., etc.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Transcriber's Notes:
+
+Obvious punctuation errors repaired.
+
+Frontispiece, word "I'm" inserted into text. (I'm looking at the)
+
+Page viii, "83" inserted into text for location of chapter X.
+
+Page ix, "I'm" changed to "I am" to match illustration and
+         text. (I am so glad)
+
+
+
+
+
+
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