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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of Little Folks (July 1884), by Various
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+Title: Little Folks (July 1884)
+       A Magazine for the Young
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+Author: Various
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+Release Date: December 19, 2008 [EBook #27564]
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+Language: English
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+LITTLE FOLKS:
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+_A Magazine for the Young._
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+_NEW AND ENLARGED SERIES._
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+CASSELL AND COMPANY, LIMITED:
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+_LONDON, PARIS & NEW YORK._
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+[ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.]
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+[Illustration]
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+[Illustration: A QUEEN OF THE BEACH.]
+
+LITTLE FOLKS.
+
+
+
+
+A LITTLE TOO CLEVER.
+
+_By the Author of "Pen's Perplexities," "Margaret's Enemy," "Maid
+Marjory," &c._
+
+CHAPTER I.--THE MOOR.
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Crimson and gold. As far as one could see across the moor it was one
+broad expanse of purply heather, kindled into a glowing crimson by the
+blaze of ruddy sunshine, and lighted here and there by bright patches of
+the thorny golden rod. Dame Nature had evidently painted out of her
+summer paint-box, and had not spared her best and brightest colours.
+Crimson-lake, children; you know what a lovely colour it is, and how
+fast it goes, for you are very fond of using it, and there is only one
+cake in each of your boxes. But here was crimson-lake enough to have
+emptied all the paint-boxes in the world, you might suppose, and the
+brightest of goldy yellows, and the greenest of soft transparent greens,
+such as no paint-box ever did, nor ever will, possess; and over all the
+most azure of blues, flecked with floating masses of soft indescribable
+white, looking to Elsie like the foamy soapsuds at the top of the tub
+when mother had been having a rare wash, but to Duncan like lumps of
+something he had once tasted and never forgotten, called cocoa-nut ice.
+
+It seemed a pity when Dame Nature had spent her colours so lavishly that
+there should be no one to see her bright handiwork. Yet, sad to tell,
+there lay the broad sheet of crimson and gold day after day unnoticed
+and unheeded, till, in despair, it at length began to wither and blacken
+and die.
+
+For this was a lonely moor, where the heather and gorse bloomed so
+bravely, so lonely that even along the road which skirted it the number
+of those who passed by in a day could be counted on the fingers of your
+hand; and as for the moor itself, it seldom had any visitors but the
+cows from the little farm which nestled away in one corner; and do you
+suppose such lazy, cupboard-loving creatures cared whether the heather
+bloomed or not, so long as they found grass enough to eat?
+
+But the glorious moor had a worse indignity than this to endure, for
+there was a cottage here and there whose inhabitants frequently crossed
+by the beaten tracks, and never so much as lifted their eyes as they
+passed along, to notice the gorgeous dress their moor had put on. They
+were so used to it. Had she not worn it every year since they could
+remember? and so they sauntered by, thinking about eating or drinking,
+or how they would serve their neighbours out, sometimes even quarrelling
+loudly, and never giving so much as a passing thought to all the beauty
+God had spread around them, and which we who dwell in towns would give
+so much to see.
+
+The sun was shining down very hotly, but it had not yet begun to wither
+the heather and gorse, on the day when I want you to notice two little
+children going across the moor. I told you there were cottages here and
+there, and in a pretty little green hollow just beyond a fair-sized
+hillock was one where lived the MacDougalls. These two children were
+Elsie and Duncan MacDougall. They very often crossed the moor, for the
+farm was on the other side of it, and the milk and butter had all to be
+fetched from it, the milk twice a day, whether the sun blazed, or the
+chilly Scottish drizzle blotted out the hills in a misty haze, or the
+north wind swept across it, and shook the gaunt fir-trees to and fro in
+its noisy wrath.
+
+"Ain't you coming on, Elsie?" Duncan cried impatiently, for Elsie had
+seated herself on a big stone, pushed back her sun-bonnet from her damp
+freckled forehead, crossed her brown arms defiantly over her holland
+pinafore, and was swinging her bare feet as if she never meant to move
+another step to-night.
+
+"No, I ain't coming, Duncan, and that's all about it," Elsie replied,
+sulkily, only she said it in a broad Scottish accent which you would
+hardly have understood had you heard it, and certainly could make
+nothing of if I were to try to write it.
+
+"Then we'll get beaten when we get back," Duncan said, miserably.
+"Mother's always scolding, and it's your fault, Elsie."
+
+Elsie looked at him contemptuously. "Go on by yourself," she cried; "I
+ain't afraid. It's only Robbie that they're in such a hurry to get the
+milk for, and I'm not going to hurry for Robbie. Go on by yourself, do."
+
+But this was more than Duncan dared do, and Elsie knew it, for, in the
+first place, it would have seemed as if he sided with Robbie against
+Elsie, which would have been quite untrue; and, in the second, it would
+have got Elsie into trouble with their mother, and that Duncan would not
+have done for anything in the world. If Elsie had been a queen, then
+Duncan would have been one of her most willing subjects, and done her
+bidding whatever it might cost.
+
+So there stood Duncan, fidgeting to get on, yet bound to the spot where
+Elsie stayed by a bond stronger than links of iron. It was in vain that
+he fidgeted from one bare foot to the other, or vented his impatience by
+flinging his Scottish bonnet high in the air and catching it again.
+Elsie was immovable, for Elsie was in one of her very contrariest moods
+to-day, and I can hardly describe to you how very contrary she could be.
+
+At last, very slowly and deliberately, she got off the stone, and began
+slowly to stretch herself. "Do make haste!" cried Duncan, almost tired
+out.
+
+"I can't be hurried," Elsie replied, with a grand air, stooping down to
+pick up the milk-can, which she had deposited at the side of the stone.
+"It's much too hot and I'm much too tired, and I don't see why I should
+be expected to fetch the milk at all. You and Robbie ought to do it.
+You're boys, and I'm a girl. It's a shame, and I mean to tell mother
+so."
+
+Duncan gazed at her in amazement. He knew Elsie was very daring, but did
+she really mean to tell their mother that?
+
+"Me and Robbie?" he gasped. "Robbie never goes nowhere with us, Elsie,
+don't you know?"
+
+"Yes, I know, child," Elsie replied, with a lofty toss of her head.
+"It's just what I do know. Robbie stops at home while you and me do all
+the errands and everything else too, and it isn't fair."
+
+"But you wouldn't like Robbie to come with us: you know you wouldn't,"
+Duncan exclaimed, in perplexity.
+
+"With _us!_ No, indeed," Elsie cried, with a little contemptuous laugh.
+"I don't want any spoilt little namby-pamby cry-babies along with me;
+but that's no reason why I, a girl, should fetch milk for Robbie to
+drink while he stays at home. Can't you see that, stupid-head?"
+
+Duncan said "Yes," but he didn't, all the same. He and Elsie went
+together, and it never had occurred to him that it ought to be
+different. He didn't care for Robbie: Elsie didn't, and so he didn't.
+Elsie said he was a spoilt baby, therefore Duncan knew he must be one;
+and certainly he couldn't scamper over the moor, and climb the trees,
+and fly here, there, and everywhere, like he and Elsie could.
+
+Elsie had begun to move slowly along, carrying the basin, in which was
+butter wrapped in wet cloths and a cool cabbage-leaf. Duncan had the
+milk-can, and would have been almost home by now, had he not been
+obliged to keep on waiting for Elsie to come up with him, his eager
+footsteps continually carrying him far on ahead of her sauntering pace.
+
+"I'm just not going over that hill," she said, deliberately, when at
+length they reached the purple hillock on the other side of which stood
+the cottage. "Come on, Duncan; I'm going round."
+
+"But it's ever so much longer, and we're so late," grumbled Duncan.
+
+"Who cares?" cried Elsie, stolidly. "I'm a girl and I'm not going to
+climb up the hill in this heat."
+
+Duncan stared again. He had never heard Elsie complain of the hill
+before. Usually they scampered up it, and rolled down the steepest
+side--not, truly, when there was milk to carry, but at other times. And
+now Elsie was walking along in a languid, mincing fashion, as if she had
+no more fun in her than Robbie himself, and had never scampered
+bare-foot over the moor six days out of every week, no matter what the
+weather might be.
+
+"There's Robbie at the garden gate beckoning us. I expect mother's very
+angry," cried Duncan, despairingly.
+
+"Who cares? let him beckon," Elsie replied, with the most provoking
+indifference. "Run on by yourself if you're afraid."
+
+Most unkind taunt of all. Did not Elsie well know that Duncan was bound
+to her by the chains of a most unswerving, unquestioning loyalty? and
+that though he was, so to speak, ready to jump out of his skin with
+impatient anxiety, to forsake Elsie would never enter his simple little
+head.
+
+When Robbie saw that they did not hurry, he came running towards them,
+calling out, "Elsie, Duncan, do make haste! Mother's so cross. You are
+late."
+
+"Are we? And are you in a hurry, Robbie? because if you are you'd better
+fetch the milk yourself another time. Duncan and I are not your
+servants," Elsie replied, loftily.
+
+Robbie stared, as well he might. "I only know mother's very cross," he
+reiterated dubiously, as if not quite knowing what to say; "and I don't
+think you know how late it is."
+
+"Look here," cried Elsie, standing stock still: "suppose I tip this milk
+over on to the heather, what'ud you say to that?" and she lifted up the
+lid, and tilted the can, until the foaming white milk was just ready to
+pour over the side.
+
+"Oh! Elsie, Elsie, what are you doing?" cried Duncan, in a panic; while
+Robbie exclaimed, "Wouldn't mother make you go back and fetch some more,
+Elsie, with the pennies out of your box?"
+
+Perhaps Elsie thought it might be so. Any way, she put the can straight,
+and moved on again, but as she did so she said to Robbie, "You'd like to
+tell mother what I said, wouldn't you, duckie? So you can if you like; I
+don't care what you tell mother."
+
+"No, I don't want to tell," Robbie said, almost angrily, with a pink
+face and a moist look in the eyes.
+
+As the three children walked along you could hardly help noticing what a
+difference there was between the two elder and Robbie. Elsie and Duncan
+were big-limbed, ruddy-cheeked children, with high cheek-bones,
+fair-skinned, but well freckled and tanned by the sun. Their younger
+brother was like them, and yet so different. His skin was fair, but of
+milky whiteness, showing too clearly the blue veins underneath it. The
+ruddy colour in their faces was in his represented by the palest tinge
+of pink. His bare arms were soft and white and thin. Their abundant
+straw-coloured hair had in his case become palest gold, of silky
+texture, falling in curling locks almost on to his shoulders. He was, in
+short, a smaller, weaker, more delicate edition of these two elder ones.
+They looked the very embodiment of health and strength, he fragile,
+timid, and delicate. No wonder he never scampered across the heath or
+rolled down the hillsides. The mists were too chilly for him, the sun
+too hot; and so it came about that Elsie and Duncan went together, and
+Robbie was left behind, for Elsie was selfish, and hadn't it in her
+nature to wait about for the little one, and suit her steps or her play
+to his, and Duncan did whatever she did. Perhaps their mother did not
+care to trust the little fellow with Elsie, knowing too well that she
+was thoughtless, and unable in her own robust strength to understand
+the fatigue and listlessness of her little brother. Elsie told him he
+would run well enough without shoes and stockings, but their mother had
+most particularly charged him that he was never to take them off without
+special permission, for he was too delicate to run the risk of damping
+his feet. Elsie and Duncan thought it great nonsense, and both pitied
+and despised Robbie for being such a miserable molly-coddle.
+
+"Now here's mother herself coming after us," cried Duncan, anxiously
+scanning Elsie's face to see how she would act now.
+
+But Elsie was still unflurried. Duncan almost held his breath, for there
+were signs of a storm. Mrs. MacDougall's face was red, her mouth
+ominously screwed up; she waved her hand angrily towards them--an action
+which Elsie pretended not to see.
+
+"Where have you been all this time, madam?" she burst forth, when they
+reached her. "I will teach you to hasten your footsteps. Did I not send
+Robbie to the gate to beckon you to be quick? You suppose you may do as
+you like, but you are mistaken, you lazy, ill-behaved wench. The new
+frock I had bought you shall be given to Nannie Cameron, and you shall
+wear your old one to the kirk. How will that suit your vanity? And you
+may be off to bed now directly, without any supper. There are twigs
+enough for a birch rod, my lady, if bed does not bring you to a better
+frame of mind. Run in now, and don't let me see your face before six
+o'clock to-morrow morning."
+
+What could Elsie be thinking of? She did not run. Robbie looked at her
+in piteous distress; Duncan was beside himself. He cast a beseeching
+glance at Elsie, a momentary one of resentful anger at his mother, an
+impatient one at Robbie, the unfortunate messenger of their mother's
+anger.
+
+Then a look of great determination settled over their mother's face. "Do
+you dare me?" she cried. "Did I ever threaten and not perform? Will you
+compel me to whip you? Then if you would not have it so, hasten your
+footsteps at once."
+
+Duncan caught hold of Elsie's hand and tried to pull her, but those
+sturdy, legs had the very spirit of obstinacy in them. "Be quiet," she
+said; "I want to be whipped."
+
+"Mother means it," Duncan cried. "She has never done it before, but she
+will now, Elsie."
+
+Elsie had often dared her mother, but never so flagrantly as this; and
+Mrs. MacDougall was not a woman to be dared with impunity. Elsie was
+going a little too far; every one saw that except herself.
+
+"Stay here," Mrs. MacDougall said sternly to the two boys when they
+entered the cottage kitchen. Then she took Elsie by the shoulder, and
+marched her up the few stairs. Robbie and Duncan stood stock still,
+looking blankly at each other.
+
+[Illustration: "HE CAME RUNNING TOWARDS THEM" (_p. 3_).]
+
+Presently there came from the room overhead a low sobbing sound, and a
+minute or two afterwards Mrs. MacDougall appeared, stern and frowning.
+
+It was an unhappy supper they sat down to. Robbie was very wretched, and
+as for Duncan, each mouthful threatened to choke him. Mrs. MacDougall
+wore a troubled face. After it was ended Duncan crept away to his
+sister's room.
+
+"I knew mother would," he said, sympathisingly, "and I know she'll do it
+again, if you do it. You wouldn't, would you, Elsie? Mother never
+whipped you before, never in all our lives, Elsie, but you didn't care.
+What was the matter with you?"
+
+"You little stupid!" Elsie replied patronisingly; "I won't fetch the
+milk at all, not if mother whips me every day. I don't care. You don't
+know what I know, and you don't know what I'm going to do, but I know
+myself; and you little cowardy custard, you don't know what secret I
+could tell you if I liked."
+
+
+CHAPTER II.--WHAT ELSIE FOUND.
+
+Duncan crept away to his own little bedchamber with an uneasy feeling of
+trouble. It was next to Elsie's, separated from it only by a little
+square bit of landing, and, like hers, was a tiny apartment under the
+roof, with a ceiling of the bare rafters which supported the tiles. In
+each was a small wooden bedstead, a deal stand, with basin and jug of
+coarse white earthenware, and a small deal box, which served both to
+keep clothes in and as a chair.
+
+
+Everything was scrupulously clean, even to the dimity vallance that hung
+across the low window. In autumn and winter the bleak wind whistled
+through the chimneys and rattled the casements in a way that would have
+prevented a town-bred child from sleeping, and up in those bare rooms
+there was cold enough to pinch you black and blue; but Elsie and Duncan
+had never thought much of that, for they had been accustomed to it from
+babyhood, and only threw on their thick homespun garments in greater
+haste.
+
+Just now the weather was unusually hot, and the little lofts had gone
+to the other extreme, and were more like ovens than anything else.
+Duncan had scarcely taken off his jacket when he heard Elsie calling. He
+ran to see what she wanted. "I s'pose you won't go telling any tales
+about what I said just now," she exclaimed shortly.
+
+"Of course I shan't," Duncan replied, indignantly; "but what was it you
+said? There wasn't anything to tell tales about except that you said you
+weren't going to fetch the milk."
+
+Elsie's mind was so full of her own affairs that it was quite a shock to
+her to find that Duncan had taken so little heed of her words. "It's a
+good thing I'm not such a silly baby as you are," she said,
+contemptuously--a way in which she so often spoke to Duncan that he
+quite believed Elsie to be the cleverest, most daring, and bravest
+creature in existence.
+
+"This place is like a furnace," she cried, irritably throwing the sheet
+which covered her down on to the floor. "Why should I be poked up here
+and Robbie sleep downstairs with mother and grandmother, eh, Duncan?"
+
+"I s'pose it's because he always does," Duncan replied dubiously.
+
+"Stupid-head!" cried Elsie. "And why does he always?"
+
+Duncan thought a minute. "P'raps it's because he's the youngest, and was
+the baby when you and me was bigger," he answered presently.
+
+Elsie turned over with an angry grunt. "It isn't anything of the sort,"
+she cried; "and you might have known I didn't want you to answer me."
+
+"I thought you asked me," Duncan said, in much perplexity.
+
+"You ought to have said you didn't know, and then you'd have told the
+truth," Elsie said shortly. "Hush! there's some one coming up. Crawl
+under the bed, in case they come in."
+
+A slow dragging footstep came up the steep stairs, and presently a voice
+called softly, "Dooncan?"
+
+Duncan began to crawl out from under the bedstead, answering as he did
+so, "Yes, grandmother, here I am."
+
+Elsie dangled her foot over the side of the bed, and gave Duncan a
+pretty sharp kick as he emerged.
+
+"What's that for?" he stopped to ask.
+
+"Only because you're such a ridiculously silly little softie, that
+nobody could put a grain of sense into your head," Elsie replied,
+angrily. "Supposing it had been mother. A nice row you'd have got us
+into. Why couldn't you keep quiet, and she'd have thought we were both
+in bed and asleep."
+
+"But I knew it was grandmother's voice," said Duncan.
+
+"Dooncan," called the voice again, "I want you."
+
+Duncan opened the door this time. His grandmother did not seem to notice
+that he was in a forbidden place, but asked, with an anxious quaver in
+her voice, "Did mother beat Elsie, Duncan?"
+
+"I think so," Duncan replied indignantly.
+
+"Eh, well, Duncan," she said, consolingly, "mother's often threatened
+and never done it before, and Elsie's a wilful child, with a spirit and
+temper that must needs be broken. But what was the matter now?"
+
+"It was about fetching the milk," Duncan replied. "Elsie don't like it,
+and she wouldn't be quick."
+
+"Eh, well; but it's the place of the young to fetch and carry," said the
+old woman, in a much more cheerful tone than she had used before. "But
+Duncan, my laddie, have you picked up a wee bit of paper with writing on
+it, what grandmother has dropped?"
+
+"No, granny, I haven't never picked up a piece," Duncan replied.
+
+"Nor seen it lying about neither, dearie? Come now, think if you picked
+it up and threw it in the fire. I won't be angry if you tell the truth."
+
+"I never saw it at all," said Duncan again.
+
+"Ah, well! I thought perhaps that it was about that mother was angry
+with Elsie, but it wasn't, after all; you're sure of that, Duncan?"
+
+"Oh no; it was about the milk," Duncan returned, readily.
+
+"And Elsie's asleep now. Well, well, youth must be chastised sometimes,"
+crooned the old woman, softly. "You needn't talk about the paper I've
+lost, Duncan. It's safe enough in the fire, no doubt; but if you see a
+scrap of paper lying anywhere, bring it to grandmother, and she'll give
+you a penny for sharp eyes."
+
+Then the old dame went cautiously downstairs, feeling the way with her
+thick stick, and Duncan once more went off to bed.
+
+He woke very early the next morning, wondering whether Elsie would keep
+her vaunted threat of refusing to fetch the milk, and if so, what would
+happen: for if Elsie were obstinate, their mother was firm as a rock in
+doing a duty, and Duncan well knew she would not be overborne by any
+one. So it was with a vague uneasiness that he put on his clothes and
+went downstairs. To his surprise and relief, Elsie was already in the
+kitchen and was busily, though with a sulky-enough expression, rinsing
+out the can. Elsie's valour, like that of many an older person, was
+greater in words than action, and there is no doubt that the previous
+night's punishment had had its effect.
+
+But that Duncan should think so was the last thing that Elsie would
+wish. Directly they were outside the door, she said in a careless tone,
+"It's nice and cool this morning across the moor: much better out here
+than in that little loft."
+
+"And won't you come this afternoon?" asked simple, straightforward
+Duncan.
+
+"I don't know," Elsie answered sharply. "It depends upon whether I feel
+inclined. Duncan, what was that granny was asking about a piece of
+paper?"
+
+"She only asked me if I'd picked a piece up with writing on it, and said
+she'd give me a penny if I found it."
+
+"I dare say she would," laughed Elsie; "but you won't ever get the
+penny, Duncan, so don't expect it. She didn't ask if I'd picked it up?"
+
+"No, she didn't; but have you found it, Elsie? because I'll take it to
+her, and give you the penny," Duncan remarked.
+
+"A penny indeed!" laughed Elsie contemptuously. "I wonder whether you
+really could keep a secret, Duncan?"
+
+Duncan was rather hurt at the implied doubt. "I never told tales of you,
+Elsie, never," he said, earnestly.
+
+"Look here," Elsie exclaimed, "I was weeding my bit of garden just under
+the kitchen window yesterday, and granny was sitting at the window, yet
+never saw me. She was reading some old letters, peering at them ever so
+hard through her spectacles, and talking to herself all the time. I
+expect she'd taken them out of mother's drawer, for she kept on looking
+round to see if any one was coming, and the best of it was I was
+watching all the time, and she never knew it. I saw her put one piece of
+paper down on the window-sill; she was saying very funny things to
+herself. 'Meg shouldn't have done it; she wouldn't take my advice. Ah!
+she'll rue it some day, I well believe,' and all on like that. Of course
+Meg means mother, and I was just wondering what it was she was talking
+about, when the wind blew quite a puff, and blew the piece of paper
+right on to my garden. I was just going to peep at it, and see what it
+was mother shouldn't have done. Then granny gets up, and goes peering
+all round to see where the paper's gone. She pulled all the cushions out
+of the chair, and turned up the matting, and looked over her letters
+ever so many times, and never noticed that it had blown out of the
+window. Presently I put my head through the window, and cried out,
+'What's the matter, granny?' 'It's only I've dropped a little bit of
+paper, my dear,' she says to me. 'Just come and see if your young eyes
+can find it.' I went in and looked all round. Of course I didn't find
+it, and I was almost dying of laughing all the time."
+
+"And have you got it now, Elsie?" Duncan asked, with wide eyes.
+
+"Yes, I have," Elsie replied shortly; "and it's much more interesting
+than I thought it would be. It's about you and me."
+
+"You and me?" echoed Duncan, who was of a matter-of-fact mind, and was
+always content with things just as he found them.
+
+"Yes, stupid," said Elsie, crossly; "I always said mother favoured
+Robbie, and so she does. Why he has new things much oftener than you,
+and you're older too. Do you and me have boots and stockings for
+week-a-days? then why should Robbie? Don't you wonder why mother pets
+him so?"
+
+"No," Duncan answered truthfully. "He's ever so much more babyish than
+me."
+
+"Well, I say it's a shame," continued Elsie. "Look at this old
+sun-bonnet. Do you think I ought to wear such a thing as that? Didn't I
+always say I'd love a long feather like the ladies at the manse? and why
+shouldn't I have one, and a silk pelisse, and gloves upon my hands, and
+sweet little shoes for walking in?"
+
+"Why, you'd be just a lady," Duncan said.
+
+Elsie laughed a pleased soft laugh. "A lady, just a bonny lady," she
+said over to herself; "and wouldn't you love to be a little laird,
+Duncan?"
+
+"I don't know what it's like, Elsie," Duncan said thoughtfully.
+
+"It isn't like fetching milk and sleeping in a loft," Elsie said
+sharply. "It isn't like porridge for breakfast and porridge for supper.
+It would be like----everything that's nice," she said, after a minute or
+two's pause, for she really did not know anything about it, and was
+suddenly pulled up in her description by that fact.
+
+
+CHAPTER III.--THE LETTER.
+
+The boy walked along, silently thinking over what Elsie had been saying,
+in a muddly, confused sort of way. Robbie, and granny's letter, and
+Elsie's beating, lairds and ladies, and something secret and mysterious
+that Elsie knew, were mingled hazily in his mind, in such chaotic
+fashion that he had nothing to say, not knowing how to put his ideas
+into the form of a question.
+
+It was not until they were on their road home again that he suddenly
+asked, "Whose letter is it, Elsie?"
+
+"What do you mean?" Elsie returned, with more than usual quickness. "I
+say it's mine and yours. Mother'd say 'twas hers, most likely; perhaps
+granny might say 'twas hers; I say it's ours as much as ever it's
+theirs, and the person what wrote it is our father; so there, Duncan."
+
+"Mine too!" Duncan echoed, in greater bewilderment than before. "Then,
+if it's mine too, Elsie--
+
+"Well, what?"
+
+"I ought to read it, an' see what's in it."
+
+Elsie laughed. "Of course you ought," she replied encouragingly. "That's
+just what I said to myself when I caught sight of it; and when I'd read
+it, an' saw that it was all about you and me, an' told a secret too,
+what granny an' mother have always kept away from us, d'you think I was
+goin' to give it up? no, not if I know it. An' to think they fancy it's
+lost--leastways, granny does--an' mother don't know anything about it at
+all. What fun it is! D'you know, Duncan, I don't so very much like
+mother."
+
+Duncan looked at her in alarm. Scottish children of all classes are
+brought up in very strict notions of filial duty and affection, and
+these were no exceptions to the rule. Duncan looked all round anxiously,
+as though he feared a bird might carry the dreadful treason to their
+mother's ears.
+
+Elsie looked as if she were enjoying the sensation she had made. "I've
+got a good reason," she said, nodding her head knowingly. "You'll see it
+when you've read the letter. I always thought I wasn't so very fond of
+her, and now I see why it was. It wouldn't have been right if I had; an'
+when she beat me, I can't tell you how I felt. I couldn't like any one
+who beat me!" Elsie continued, grinding her teeth together with rage at
+the memory, "even if it was my own mother."
+
+"You seemed as if you wanted to make mother do it," said Duncan, who was
+often much distracted between his allegiance to rebellious Elsie and the
+strict sense of duty and obedience in which he had always been trained.
+
+"P'raps I did," Elsie replied. "But I don't care; and mother shan't have
+the chance again. I don't think our father'd let her if he knew it."
+
+"Our father?" faltered Duncan. "Why, our father's dead."
+
+"Is he?" asked Elsie, enigmatically. "Robbie's father is."
+
+"And isn't that ours?" Duncan asked contemptuously.
+
+"That's just it," Elsie replied, with some excitement. "That's just what
+the letter's about. Now, if you sit down here I'll read it to you."
+
+"We shall be late again," Duncan said, nervously. "Don't let's stop now,
+Elsie, and make mother cross. Could we do it after school?"
+
+"P'raps I'd better tear it up, or give it back to granny," Elsie said,
+with a taunting air. "It don't matter to you."
+
+"Oh, don't!" pleaded Duncan, divided again between the sense of duty,
+his own curiosity, and a fear of offending Elsie. "Do keep it till after
+school."
+
+"Yes, I will," Elsie replied. "And mind you bring home an atlas with
+you, for, now I think of it, I must have a map of England and Scotland."
+
+"But we mustn't bring home books," Duncan urged.
+
+"Never mind; you must do it by mistake. We must have a map, I tell you;
+and if I've had the trouble of getting the letter, you can take the
+trouble to get the map. Mind you do, now, or else I shan't tell you
+anything about it. You can take it back in the afternoon. 'Tisn't
+stealing."
+
+No, nor disobedience, nor deceit, nor telling a lie, eh, Elsie?
+Evidently Elsie did not stop to think of that any more than she had
+stopped to consider whether she had any business to read that old letter
+of her mother's when it fluttered out of the window.
+
+They reached the cottage in good time. Robbie and their grandmother had
+only just come downstairs. Mrs. MacDougall seemed to be in an unusually
+pleasant temper this morning. "I'm glad you've hastened, my child," she
+said to Elsie. "Sit down to the table, and get slicing that cucumber
+I've just cut. It'll be more refreshing with some bread-and-butter and a
+cup o' milk than the porridge, and a change too."
+
+Duncan glanced at Elsie with a half shame-faced expression, as much as
+to say, "Mother is kind, you see, when you're good. She's sorry you had
+to be beaten last night." But Elsie only replied by a look of defiance,
+as though to say, "That doesn't make up at all."
+
+"Let's see: what's to-day?" Mrs. MacDougall continued, pleasantly, as
+she poured out the milk into the children's cups. "Can it be the
+thirty-first?"
+
+"No, no, Meg; surely not," quavered the old grandmother, who, for
+reasons of her own, wished to appear ignorant. Was it not to refresh her
+failing memory about what happened just about this time of year, a long
+while ago, that she had gone to her daughter's desk, and got out those
+old faded letters? Mrs. MacDougall would not have minded her reading
+them, but she would mind having them lost, for she was very methodical;
+and besides, many of these letters were important ones, written by hands
+long since folded in death.
+
+"And to-morrow's Robbie's birthday," Mrs. MacDougall continued, laying
+her rough, strong hand very gently on the child's fair curls. "Very well
+do I remember this time seven years ago."
+
+"Yes," sighed the old grandmother. "Poor little dears! and Nannie a
+bonny lass too."
+
+Mrs. MacDougall glanced at her mother with something like a frown. "I
+never think of Robbie's birthday without thinking about poor Aunt
+Nannie," she said to the children.
+
+They knew well enough why, for they had heard the tale often enough.
+Their Aunt Nannie had been their mother's beautiful young sister, and
+the news of her death had come to them when Robbie was a baby of a week
+old. They had never even seen her, for Duncan was but a year old, and
+Elsie not three, when she died, and she had been living in England with
+her English husband at the time.
+
+"Robbie reminds me so of her," Mrs. MacDougall said softly. "She was
+fair. He takes after her wonderfully, doesn't he, mother?"
+
+"Very much indeed," the old dame replied.
+
+"Ah well! Robbie must have some fresh cakes to-morrow for his birthday
+and a plate of plums, and you can have your tea under the big alder an'
+Elsie shall pour it out."
+
+"Oh, thank you, mother, how nice!" the little boys exclaimed. Elsie's
+ungracious silence passed unnoticed by all but Duncan.
+
+"P'raps I shan't be here to pour it out," she said, in a careless tone,
+when they were outside the door. "Mind you don't forget the atlas,
+Duncan."
+
+Then they started off to school. It was a longish walk across the moor
+and along a dusty road to the nearest village. Robbie, although seven
+years old, was exempted from going on account of the distance and his
+delicacy. Elsie bore in mind that Duncan had gone before he was that
+age, but Robbie was such a petted baby. He was not nearly so strong as
+Duncan had been at his age.
+
+Duncan's was a very placid, slow sort of mind. He went through his tasks
+without any excitement or distraction, although occasionally a vague
+curiosity as to what Elsie could want the atlas for, and what the letter
+said about them, did wander through his brain. When school was ended he
+slipped out unobserved with a small atlas, which he had had difficulty
+to secure, under his jacket.
+
+Elsie was waiting for him at the edge of the moor. They sat down on some
+stones, and Elsie pulled the letter from inside the neck of her dress.
+
+"I shan't say anything; I shall read it to you," she began; "and if you
+can't make anything of it I s'pose I must explain it afterwards. It's
+from our father to Mrs. MacDougall."
+
+"What, to mother?" Duncan asked.
+
+"H'm, you'll see presently," Elsie said impatiently. "Worst of it is,
+there's a piece torn off all along, which makes it difficult to read. It
+begins, 'Dear Mrs. MacDougall.' Oh, I forgot. It's put at the top,
+'Kensington, London.' That's the capital of England, you know, and it
+means that the person what wrote it lived there."
+
+"But father didn't, did he?" began Duncan.
+
+"Hold your tongue till I've read it," Elsie replied. "I can't stop to
+explain beforehand. This is it:--
+
+  "'DEAR MRS. MACDOUGA
+    I have to be
+  teller of very bad new
+  sister, my poor wife die
+  morning. It will not be a
+  shock to you than it wa
+  me. I had no thought
+  it was likely to happen
+  a few hours previous
+  sent her love to you
+  her mother.
+    The two little things ar
+  but I have been
+  what I can do with th
+  I have not seen them'"
+
+(here the page turns over and the missing words are from the
+commencement of the line)--
+
+                                    "'night and I don't feel
+                                  to see them yet. The sound
+                                   ir voices is too much for
+                                       hat can I, a helpless
+                                       wer do for them. They
+                                   be better off among their
+                                          kinsfolk than left
+                                 mercy of strangers. I often
+                                         I made a mistake in
+                                   nging poor Nannie to this
+                                  cat crowded city away from
+                                    ive moors.
+                                      The children I am told
+                                     eak and delicate. There
+                                      be a chance for them'"
+
+(here the fresh page begins)--
+
+  "'in their mother's native
+  The woman who has charge
+  trustworthy. She shall brin
+  to you, if you will take
+  they live, bring them up with
+  your own, and as your own.
+  the girl turns out anything
+  her mother, she will be we
+  enough. I shall not interfe
+  the children. All I want to
+  is that they are well care
+  In a year or two I may
+  able to interest myself
+  them. For the pres'"
+
+(fresh page)--
+
+                                     "'likely I shall wander
+                                            t, Reply at once
+                                     Yours truly,
+                                        R. GROSVENOR.'"
+
+When Elsie had finished reading she sat looking at Duncan. "It doesn't
+seem very plain," he ventured to say, presently; "and there wasn't
+anything about you or me in it. You said there was."
+
+[Illustration: "MRS. MACDOUGALL GLANCED AT HER MOTHER" (_p. 8_).]
+
+"Stupid little thing! isn't there some of it torn off? and when you put
+the words in it's easy enough to read. I've put them in to myself. First
+of all, it's about Aunt Nannie dying, isn't it?"
+
+"I s'pose it is," Duncan agreed; "and it's writ by Uncle Richard, isn't
+it?"
+
+"If you call him Uncle Richard. I say it's our father what wrote
+it--yours and mine, Duncan."
+
+Duncan stared at her in puzzled silence. "But Aunt Nannie was our Aunt
+Grosvenor, wasn't she?" he asked.
+
+"If you call her Aunt Grosvenor. I say she was our mother. I'm sure she
+was," said Elsie.
+
+"Our mother!" Duncan said, under his breath. "What do you mean, Elsie?"
+
+"The letter says something about two little babies," Elsie began.
+
+"Does it?" Duncan asked. "I didn't hear it."
+
+"Well, it says, the 'little things,' and that's the same; and it's all
+about sending them to Aunt Nannie's native place. Well, this is Aunt
+Nannie's native place; and who were the two little things, eh?"
+
+"I'm sure I dunno," Duncan said slowly.
+
+"Well, they weren't Robbie, were they? Then, who were they? Why, you an'
+me, of course. It says 'the girl' somewhere, an' of course that's me. So
+now, isn't the letter about us? an' that's why granny was so afraid of
+losing it. Do you see now, little silly? It's plain enough."
+
+"But why did they?" murmured Duncan.
+
+"That's the funny part of it. They ought to have told us. Why didn't
+she?"
+
+"Who?"
+
+"Why, Robbie's mother, of course. She isn't our mother, an' I'm not
+going to call her mother; I shall call her 'she.' You can call her what
+you like. Why does she pretend to be our mother when she isn't? It's
+different with granny, 'cos she's our granny right enough. Didn't I hear
+her say 'Meg 'ud rue it?' It's a shame to have made a secret of it."
+
+Duncan had been turning it over in his poor little mind. He formed ideas
+very slowly, but there was often more sense in them when formed than in
+the quick conclusions of cleverer children.
+
+"But if Uncle Grosvenor is our father, Elsie, why don't we live with
+him? He never's been to see us, never. He'd be sure to know Aunt Nannie
+was our mother, and not--you know--'she.'"
+
+"I believe," said Elsie, in a mysterious voice, "that 'R. Grosvenor'
+thinks we're dead."
+
+"Oh, Elsie! but we aren't at all," gasped Duncan.
+
+"No, I shouldn't, think so. Doesn't the letter say they are weak and
+delicate (what a beautiful letter it is, Duncan. I'm sure R. Grosvenor
+is a grand gentleman), and 'bring them up with your own and as your own
+for a year or two?' That was till we got strong; and she's kept us
+always. Of course R. Grosvenor (I'm not going to say uncle), doesn't
+know that we're quite well now. I'm sure he thinks we're dead. Who does
+'your own' mean but Robbie. Oh, how dull you are, Duncan! Can't you see
+now why she pets that boy so, and makes such a fuss over him? He's her
+own, and we're not; she loves him and doesn't love us. Did she ever beat
+Robbie?"
+
+"Robbie isn't naughty," Duncan protested; "at least, only a very little
+sometimes."
+
+Elsie uttered an impatient exclamation. "Does Robbie have to fetch milk,
+and go to school, and pick up wood? No; he's treated different. Now you
+know why I don't like her."
+
+Duncan gave vent to a sigh of perplexity. There rose up in his mind a
+sort of uncomfortable feeling that everything was going topsy-turvy.
+Somehow or another he seemed to see Robbie's mother sitting by the side
+of Elsie's bed when she had the fever last winter, and bustling about to
+get nice things for her, hushing the others with a strange look in her
+eyes that made them quiet at once, for they could see she was troubled.
+Or he seemed to smell the grateful smell of the hot cakes waiting, crisp
+and tempting, before the big cheerful fire, to greet them on their
+return from afternoon school on a dreary winter day. She had been kind,
+though she was so strict, especially to Elsie, and Duncan was feeling
+something very much like sorrow to think that, after all, she was not
+their mother.
+
+"What are you going to do, Elsie?" he asked presently.
+
+"I've just been wondering when you were going to ask me that. Of course
+it can't stop like this. Haven't you heard granny say how rich Uncle
+Grosvenor was, and what a grand place it was where he lived? Well, then,
+he's a grand laird, an' if we lived with him you'd be a little laird,
+and me a lady. Does he think we have to fetch milk and butter, and go
+after the hens, an' all that? But I'm goin' to let him know all about
+it."
+
+"How, Elsie?"
+
+"Well," Elsie replied, "I've been thinking of that, an' it's just a real
+difficult matter; for I'd never get time to write all the long
+explanation, with that _she_ always prying after me. She'd find it out,
+an' stop the letter, even if I could find the paper; an' I dunno' as I
+can spell all the long words it 'ud take to explain it. An' more too, I
+couldn't wait an' wait for the answer. We ought to go an' see Uncle--R.
+Grosvenor. I've almost made up my mind, Duncan, that I'll go to England
+an' find him."
+
+"You couldn't do it," Duncan said.
+
+"Couldn't I?" Elsie said scornfully, "It isn't so very far. England's
+another country, but it joins on. You only step out o' one into the
+other, for I looked most particular; an' there wasn't even mountains to
+get over. There's only what folk call the border, an' I'm sure that
+isn't much. P'raps it's a line, or a road, or a ditch, or something like
+it. You go straight out of Scotland--as straight as ever you can go.
+I've looked on the map. Give it me now. If you go from Dunster you've
+only to keep in a straight line till you get into England, an' any
+one'll tell you the way to London."
+
+"I'm sure it's a dreadful long way," Duncan said disconsolately. "I
+should be frightened while you was gone, till you came back."
+
+"Come back," said Elsie. "I shan't never do that, I hope. When I find my
+father he'll take care o' me. Now then, will you come with me, Duncan?"
+
+"I don't think I'd go, Elsie. We might get lost," Duncan urged. "I wish
+you could write a letter instead."
+
+"I've made up my mind to go if I do anything at all," Elsie said, in a
+tone of decision. "You needn't come unless you like."
+
+Duncan looked perplexed again. This was indeed an awkward predicament.
+The thought of running away to England didn't seem nice, somehow, but if
+Elsie went and he stayed, how frightened he'd be all the time about her;
+and when they questioned him, how would he be able to keep her secret,
+especially if Robbie's mother had that troubled look in her eyes? and
+how lonely it would be going backwards and forwards across the moor all
+alone without Elsie.
+
+"I wish you wouldn't go, Elsie," he said to her presently.
+
+"Most likely I shall," Elsie replied. "Mind you tell no tales. We must
+be quick home now. Come along; I shall have to think of ever so many
+things before we go, so you'll have plenty o' time to know whether
+you'll come or stay behind. Oh, I know I shall be a real lady, Duncan,
+an' have bonny clothes. Of course I shouldn't like fetching milk an'
+things when I'm a little lady born. Isn't it a shame, Duncan?"
+
+"I dunno; _I_ don't mind," Duncan then said.
+
+"Give me the atlas," Elsie said; "I must get away an' have a goodish
+look at it when we get in, for you must be quite sure and take it back
+this afternoon."
+
+But Elsie was not to "get away," for Mrs. MacDougall was waiting at the
+gate with a basket by her side.
+
+"You've been loiterin' again," she cried briskly. "I've been waitin'
+this half-hour for you to take these beans down to the shop. Here's a
+bit o' bread you can eat along the road, an' you'll have just to make
+haste."
+
+Elsie cast a defiant glance at the basket as she took it slowly up. She
+knew too well its destination. The neatly tied-up bundles of young
+well-grown beans lying on the fresh cabbage-leaves would be one of the
+attractions of the village shop. A day or two ago all the plums that
+were ripe had gone the same way, to the children's disgust. Mrs.
+MacDougall was a clever gardener, and had a ready sale for her small
+stock of produce. To-day Elsie and Duncan would get no dinner beyond the
+bit of bread. That was the result of their loitering. They had lost the
+valuable time through their talk over the letter.
+
+But Elsie quite lost sight of the fact that she alone was responsible
+for losing it, and was very angry about it.
+
+"I have quite decided," she said to Duncan. "This is what I'll do; to
+England I will go!"
+
+(_To be continued._)
+
+
+
+
+LITTLE MISS PROPRIETY.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+  "Dainty little maiden,
+    Sitting there in state,
+  While the music's calling,
+    And the dancers wait.
+
+  "A courtly little beau
+    For your hand is waiting:
+  What is it, my dear,
+    That you are debating?
+
+  "Do the pretty slippers
+    Pinch your tiny feet?
+  Tell me quickly, dearie,
+    Why you keep your seat."
+
+  Little maiden answers,
+    Anger in her face,
+  "We's not bin intodoost:
+    It's twite a disgwase!"
+
+MARY LANG.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: "SHE SAW A CAT'S FACE LOOKING UP AT HER."]
+
+FIGHTING WITH A SHADOW.
+
+
+"It is much pleasanter to be by oneself, then there is no one to quarrel
+with," said Pussy.
+
+And she stretched herself out on the soft, mossy turf, and half closed
+her eyes, purring gently. She was a young cat, and got into much trouble
+at home, for she was constantly quarrelling with her brothers and
+sisters. She said it was their fault, and they said it was hers. And
+Mrs. Grimalkin, the old cat, said that there were faults on both sides.
+
+"I'm _not_ a bad temper," said Pussy; "and I never quarrel with people
+unless they quarrel with me." So saying, she opened her eyes wider, and
+looked round. She liked the warm sunshine, and the scent of the flowers,
+and the soft velvet turf.
+
+How pleasant it was!
+
+"I should like to live here always," she said. "Then Tib, Frisk, and
+Kitty would not be able to tease me as they do. It is very annoying to
+be tormented all the time, and if one says a word in one's own defence,
+one gets blamed for being quarrelsome. The idea of my quarrelling with
+any one: it is perfectly absurd."
+
+And Pussy purred and looked round complacently.
+
+Presently she crept down to the water's edge, and peeped over into the
+smooth glassy stream; and as she did so she saw a cat's face looking up
+at her. She stretched out her paw to give it a pat, and the other cat
+did the same. Then she drew away, and raised her back as high as she
+could. So did the other cat, only it seemed to Pussy as if she were
+upside down.
+
+"So provoking," said Pussy; "just as I fancied I was all alone here, to
+find that there is a cat under the water coming up to trouble me.
+Probably she has a large family down there, and they will come swarming
+up and be as disagreeable as my own sisters and brothers. And how
+exceedingly mean of her not to give notice that she was coming. I should
+have heard the faintest mew, for everything is so quiet here. It is
+evident that her intentions are hostile, or she would not steal up like
+a thief. But I will certainly not stand such behaviour."
+
+And again she put out her paw.
+
+So did the other cat.
+
+"Where do you come from?" asked Pussy. But she received no answer.
+
+"Speak!" said she, impatiently waving her tail.
+
+The other cat waved in return, but no answer came. Then Pussy began to
+get very angry. So did the other cat.
+
+And they grew fiercer and fiercer, making strange faces at each other,
+until at length Pussy became so much enraged that she prepared to spring
+upon her enemy, and would the next moment have plunged into the water,
+had not some one suddenly seized the tip of her tail.
+
+She turned to avenge herself upon the new offender, when lo! who should
+it be but her own mother, Mrs. Grimalkin, who happened to be out on a
+foraging expedition, and chanced to pass that way.
+
+"You foolish young creature," said she; "if I had not been here you
+would have been drowned. Don't you see that it is but your own image in
+the water: there isn't another cat there; it is only your own shadow.
+But cats as quarrelsome as you are, when they can find no one else to
+fight with, will fight even with a shadow."
+
+J. G.
+
+
+
+
+PRETTY WORK FOR LITTLE FINGERS.
+
+EMBROIDERED GLASS-CLOTH.
+
+
+[Illustration: FIG. 1.--PATTERN SQUARE.]
+
+
+This is very pretty and easy work, just the thing for any little folk
+who are anxious to help a fancy sale for some good cause, or to make a
+nice useful present to a friend, but who have not time or skill to
+undertake anything long and difficult. It is very quickly done, and can
+be used for toilet-covers and mats (these should be edged with narrow
+torchon lace), night-dress cases, aprons, comb-bags, and a number of
+useful articles; it is much admired, and always sells well at a bazaar.
+
+[Illustration: FIG. 2.--BORDER.]
+
+All you have to do is to get some common glass-cloth, tolerably fine,
+with cross-bars of red or blue, and some red or navy blue
+knitting-cotton, which you can buy either by the pound or the ball.
+
+[Illustration: FIG. 3.--WORKED WITH COTTON.]
+
+Two ounces will do a quantity of work, and cost about the same as a
+ball. With this, which may be either the same colour as that of the
+material or the contrasting one, the pattern is worked upon the squares
+formed by the cross-bars, as in Fig. 1, and in this way a number of
+pretty devices can be formed. Toilet-covers and large aprons should have
+a border as in Fig. 2; for mats a single border will suffice. Bags, &c,
+may be worked in checquers, every alternate square, or in large
+cross-bars, by carrying on Fig. 2 over the whole surface, but when you
+choose a large pattern, always count the squares before you cut off your
+piece, or you may find the pattern break off in the middle.
+
+[Illustration: FIG. 4.--WORKED WITH WOOL.]
+
+I have seen a very effective-looking bag, all the squares of which were
+worked over with dark blue cotton, the bars being blue, and two tiny red
+stitches worked as in Fig. 3, wherever a simple cross was formed by the
+cotton intersecting the stripe of the material.
+
+Use a darning or crewel needle, and a very long thread, or you will have
+to be continually taking fresh. This work is sometimes done with crewel
+wool, and in rather a different way, see Fig. 4; but it is not so neat
+and pretty, in my opinion, as that done with cotton, and is more
+extravagant, since the wool must be used double and every stitch
+repeated.
+
+I once saw a large apron with bib and pocket bordered with squares
+worked in this style with bright dark ultramarine crewels, and with
+ribbon strings of the same colour; it had a handsome effect. I shall
+only say in conclusion that I have no doubt the clever brains and nimble
+fingers of some of my young readers will soon be able to improve upon
+these simple elementary designs, and to produce some new and more
+elaborate ones which will give them all the more pleasure for being of
+their own creating.
+
+SOMERSET.
+
+
+
+
+STORIES TOLD IN WESTMINSTER ABBEY.
+
+_By_ EDWIN HODDER ("OLD MERRY").
+
+
+[Illustration: CLOISTER. WESTMINSTER ABBEY.]
+
+I.--HOW THE ABBEY WAS BUILT.
+
+One day some children came to me, and said, "Oh, do please take us out
+somewhere on our half-holiday, and show us some of the great sights of
+London." Remembering how it had once been my privilege to be one of a
+party invited to go over Westminster Abbey, under the guidance of the
+late Dean Stanley, and how, from his graphic descriptions, the Abbey had
+ever since had an additional wealth of interest to me, I proposed to
+these young people that they should meet me some Saturday afternoon, and
+I would take them over the Abbey, and tell them all I could remember or
+read up about its history. They were delighted with the proposal, and
+so to the Abbey we went.
+
+I should like to take all the readers of LITTLE FOLKS in the same way,
+but I remember the story of the British Princess, named St. Ursula, who
+undertook to "personally conduct" eleven thousand young maidens to Rome,
+and how she came to grief on the return journey, as any one may see who
+goes to Cologne, where all their bones are preserved in a church; and as
+I should have a great many more followers than she, I think it will be
+better if I try in the next six numbers to tell you what I told the
+young people who went with me on that Saturday afternoon and on other
+afternoons, and as nearly as I can in the same words.
+
+Now, girls and boys, before we enter the portals of Westminster Abbey, I
+want you first to come with me and walk round about it, so as to see it
+well from the outside; and first of all, we will post ourselves near to
+the great hall built by William Rufus as a portion of his intended
+palace. It was upon this spot that Edward the Confessor dwelt, and for
+fifteen years watched the erection of the Abbey. But you must not
+imagine that the beautiful building that rises so grandly before us as
+we stand here to-day is the same that the Confessor reared, for of his
+famous church only one or two columns and low-browed arches are now in
+existence. Of the edifice we now behold, the central portions were built
+by Henry III., the nave was added under the Edwards and Henry V., the
+gorgeous eastern chapel was raised by Henry VII., and bears his name,
+and the western towers rose when George III. was king.
+
+But I shall have more to say to you presently about these various
+additions. Let us cross over now to St. Margaret's Churchyard, and as we
+stroll round the Abbey, I will tell you how it came to be built at all.
+To get at the very beginning, we shall have to go back to a time long
+before Edward the Confessor sat watching his workmen--to the days when
+London was a Roman city, and when the site of modern Westminster was a
+marshy tract of ground, crossed by various streams and channels. At that
+time the river Thames and one of these channels enclosed an island about
+a quarter of a mile long and somewhat less in breadth. It was a marshy
+wilderness, and had the character of being "a terrible place," and
+amongst its swamps and thickets the huge red deer, with his immense
+antlers, and the wild ox found a refuge. When it received a name, it
+became known as Thorn-Ey, that is, Isle of Thorns; in later days people
+called it Thorney Island. Tradition says that in the midst of the
+wilderness there was erected, in the year 154 A.D., a Temple of Apollo.
+We are next told that King Lucius, who was said to have been the founder
+of a great many English churches, turned the temple into a Christian
+sanctuary. Then we hear that in 616 A.D., Sebert, King of Essex, founded
+an Abbey here, and dedicated it to St. Peter, "in order to balance the
+compliment he had made to St. Paul on Ludgate Hill." All this is very
+doubtful, but from the earliest times in history there has been shown a
+grave of Sebert as that of the founder of the Abbey.
+
+Twelve monks of the Benedictine order were placed here by Dunstan, and
+suffered a great deal from the Danes, who in these times did much
+mischief in England. The last of the Saxon kings who kept up the long
+struggle with these pagans was Edward, who by his exile to escape from
+their tyranny won the title of Confessor. He was a very strange man, who
+seemed never thoroughly happy except when he was sitting in church or
+when he was hunting in the woods. He had milk-white hair and beard, rosy
+cheeks, "thin white hands, and long transparent fingers." He was
+sometimes gentle, sometimes furious; sometimes very grave, going about
+with eyes fixed on the ground, sometimes bursting out into wild fits of
+laughter.
+
+Edward returned from his exile accompanied by Norman courtiers and
+Norman priests, and full of Norman ideas. He appears to have been very
+much delighted with his visits to the great continental cathedrals, so
+different from the simple structures of the Saxons. During his troubles
+he had vowed to make a pilgrimage to Rome; but the Pope gave him leave
+to build an Abbey to St. Peter instead. Edward accordingly resolved to
+restore the monastery on the Isle of Thorns, on a very different scale
+from anything that had been before attempted in England.
+
+According to a legend told in after years, there was near Worcester a
+holy hermit "of great age, living on fruits and roots," who dwelt "far
+from men in a wilderness on the slope of a wood, in a cave deep down in
+the grey rock." To this holy man St. Peter appeared one night, and bade
+him tell the king that he was released from his pilgrimage, and that at
+Thorney, near the city, he must build a Benedictine Abbey, which should
+be "the gate of heaven, the ladder of prayer, whence those who serve St.
+Peter there shall be by him admitted into Paradise." The hermit wrote
+out his dream on parchment, and sent it to the king, who compared it
+with the message to the same purpose just received from Rome, and at
+once set to work on the project.
+
+Another story was told to show that Thorney was specially under the
+patronage of St. Peter. It was said that on the evening before Mellitus,
+first Bishop of London, was about to consecrate the monastery built here
+by King Sebert, a fisherman named Edric was engaged by a venerable
+stranger to ferry him across to the island. The stranger entered the
+church, and assisted by a host of angels, who descended with sweet
+odours and flaming candles, dedicated the church with all the usual
+ceremonies. Then returning to the awe-struck fisherman, the mysterious
+stranger declared himself to be St. Peter, Keeper of the Keys of Heaven,
+and that he had consecrated his own Church of St. Peter, Westminster.
+When the king and Bishop Mellitus arrived next day, Edric told his
+story, and pointed out the marks of the twelve crosses on the church,
+the walls within and without moistened with holy water, the letters of
+the Greek alphabet written twice over distinctly on the sand, the traces
+of the oil, and even the droppings of the angelic candles. The bishop
+could not presume to add any further ceremonial, but retired.
+
+Edward restored the old royal palace close by, and dwelt there fifteen
+years, superintending the erection of the Abbey. Dean Stanley says he
+spent upon it one-tenth of the property of the kingdom. His end was
+approaching when he dedicated the Abbey, on Innocents Day, 1065, and on
+the last day of the year he died. I shall tell you about his funeral
+later on.
+
+The edifice stood pretty much as Edward the Confessor left it till the
+reign of Henry III., who showed his love for the Abbey first by adding
+to it, and then by demolishing it almost entirely, and raising in its
+place the building that has been called "the most lovely and lovable
+thing in Christendom." In this rebuilding St. Peter was almost lost
+sight of, and the Shrine and Chapel of Edward the Confessor became, as
+it were, the central idea of the whole. Very lavishly did King Henry
+spend his money over the restored Abbey: the cost was at least half a
+million, as we should reckon it. His work includes the apse and choir,
+the two transepts, one arch of the nave, and the chapter-house; Under
+the Edwards the nave unfolded itself farther west, and the Abbot's House
+and Jerusalem Chamber were built. Richard II. was very fond of the
+Abbey, and rebuilt, at great expense, the famous north portal, often
+spoken of as "The Beautiful Gate," or "Solomon's Porch." By Henry V. the
+nave was prolonged nearly to its present length. It was just completed
+in time for the grand procession to sweep along it when the _Te Deum_
+was sung for the victory at Agincourt. The architect by whom the work
+was carried out was Dick Whittington, Lord Mayor of London.
+
+The next important addition to the Abbey took place in the reign of
+Henry VII., when the large eastern chapel which bears that monarch's
+name was built. The great wars of York and Lancaster were now over, but
+amongst the chief actors in those tragic events there was one who, by
+his saintly goodness and sufferings, had left a revered name upon the
+lips of Englishmen. Images of Henry VI. were seen in great churches
+throughout the country, and stories of his good works and miracles were
+everywhere told. Henry VII. promised to build at Westminster a
+magnificent chapel, in memory of Henry VI. The Pope promised
+"canonisation" (as the making of a new saint is called), and the king
+obtained from the Westminster Convent �500 (equal to �5,000 nowadays)
+for the transference thither of the holy remains. But they were never
+brought from Windsor. Henry dreaded the immense expense, and completed
+the chapel as a grand sepulchre for himself and his new dynasty.
+
+There is one feature of the Abbey, as seen from the outside, of which I
+have not spoken--the western towers. These were built as far as the roof
+by Abbot Islip, who witnessed the erection of Henry VII.'s Chapel. Two
+hundred and thirty years afterwards Sir Christopher Wren restored
+Islip's work, and designed the upper portions. The edifice is not yet
+complete, as the square central tower requires a lofty spire to complete
+it.
+
+And so, young people, in the course of centuries, from out "the terrible
+place" in the wilderness-island has risen the famous Abbey of
+Westminster, the full title of which is the "Collegiate Church, or
+Abbey, of St. Peter." We have now got over the dry part of our subject,
+so we will enter the Abbey, and as we tread its holy shades together I
+shall have more interesting things to tell you about some of the famous
+men and women and stormy events that have made it for ever memorable.
+
+
+
+
+MADGE'S DOVE
+
+
+  "Now, Madge," cried Hal, and bent his bow,
+    "Just watch this famous shot;
+  See that old willow by the brook--
+    I'll hit the middle knot."
+  Swift flew the arrow through the air,
+    Madge watched it eager-eyed;
+  But, oh! for Harry's gallant vaunt,
+    The wayward dart flew wide.
+
+  Flew wide, and struck his cousin's dove
+    As, wheeling round and round,
+  It hovered near--the wounded bird
+    Fell fluttering to the ground.
+  And in a moment o'er her pet
+    Dear Madge is bending low.
+  Oh, how she blames the faithless dart,
+    The cruel, cruel bow!
+
+  The dove, soft folded in her hands,
+    She presses to her breast;
+  The bird that brought the olive spray
+    Was never more caressed.
+  Her tears upon its plumage fall,
+    They fall like soft warm rain--
+  Sure if the bird were dead such love
+    Would give it life again.
+
+  Poor Hal stands by, and tries to speak
+    His sorrow and regret;
+  Madge scarcely hears a word he says
+    For pity of her pet.
+  But time, the gentle healer, cures
+    The wounds of doves and men--
+  The days restore to faithful Madge
+    Her bonnie bird again.
+
+ROBERT RICHARDSON.
+
+[Illustration: THE WOUNDED DOVE (_See p._ 16.)]
+
+
+
+
+OUR SUNDAY AFTERNOONS.
+
+SOLOMON'S DREAM AT GIBEON.
+
+
+It had been a great day at Gibeon. A thousand animals had been
+slaughtered, and laid upon the altar of burnt-offering; and, as the
+successive sacrifices were consumed, the flames had ascended, and the
+smoke, in curling clouds, had gone up towards heaven in token of
+acceptance.
+
+A new king had come to the throne, a grand, and great, and mighty king,
+Solomon, the most comely of the sons of David. The fierce fightings of
+David, the man of war, were over. The glittering crown of Israel had
+been placed upon the head of Solomon the Peaceable; and the people hoped
+great things, and celebrated his accession with loud and hearty
+rejoicings. The dominion of Israel extended, as had been promised to
+Abraham, from the Euphrates to the river of Egypt. David and his mighty
+men had fought and conquered. And now the people of Israel were entering
+into rest, and into the enjoyment of that which his sword had won for
+them.
+
+So Solomon, in his gratitude, offered up his thousand burnt-offerings;
+and the people, with heart and soul, joined him in praise to God, and
+their joyous psalms of thanksgiving went up with the ascending smoke.
+
+Gibeon, which was a priestly city, lay in the tribe of Benjamin, about
+six miles and a half from Jerusalem; and there, in the reign of David,
+the Tabernacle, which had been at Shiloh, had somehow come to be
+pitched.
+
+So Gibeon had become an important place; and thither Solomon went to
+offer up his sacrifice.
+
+The flames that had consumed the last animal had died away, and the
+cloud of smoke had ceased to go up. The sun that had lighted up the
+world had sunk below the horizon, amid clouds of gold and purple,
+seemingly well pleased to have witnessed, on this sin-stained earth, so
+grand and noble a scene as that of a young and happy, handsome and rich
+king, recognising God's providence, and offering up so worthy a
+sacrifice of praise and thanksgiving to Him who had placed him upon the
+throne.
+
+The shades of night had fallen upon all, and the joyous king himself had
+retired to rest. With a clear conscience and a light heart, he had lain
+down, and, after the fatigues of the eventful day, had fallen into a
+peaceful sleep.
+
+For all his subjects loved and honoured Solomon, and gloried in having
+him for their king.
+
+Well might his heart be light and his sleep be sweet. Well might his
+face be radiant with joy, even as he lay unconscious upon his bed. But
+soon an expression of still greater joy overspread his countenance. A
+still brighter light came into his face, and his heart leaped within
+him; for, in a dream of the night, God drew near this chosen and
+well-beloved son of David, to heap upon him still greater favours.
+
+Pleased with the love and gratitude and devotion, to which the young
+king had given expression by his costly sacrifice, God, who loves a
+thankful heart, and pours into it still more of His goodness, visited
+the sleeping Solomon in the stillness of the night.
+
+"Ask what I shall give thee," He said; and as the voice fell upon
+Solomon's ear--
+
+  "The heart of the sleeper beat high in his breast,
+        Joy quickened his pulse;"
+
+for that was the voice that he then most loved, and most desired to
+hear.
+
+And what an exceedingly gracious offer it made! To get whatever he
+should desire! Had ever grandest king been so favoured? But what should
+he ask for--this youthful king, to whom life was just opening out as a
+pleasant paradise, offering him all that seemed worth the coveting? Was
+there anything yet wanting to him? How many things he might have
+requested!
+
+His father is said to have died, at the age of seventy years, feeble and
+broken down. Would he, in so short a time, be tired of living? Would he,
+so soon, be ready to leave the glory and honour to which he had been
+called? Should he ask for length of days? Should he request that, till
+he had reached an age exceeding that of Methuselah, the cold hand of
+death might not be laid upon him, and the greedy and all-devouring tomb
+might not claim him as its victim? Should he ask that he might plant his
+feet upon the neck of all his enemies, not one daring to raise up a
+finger against him? Or should he desire that the vast riches, that had
+been heaped up by his father during his long and victorious wars, and
+that had been left to him, might be still further increased, and that he
+might be the richest and grandest king on the face of the earth? Or
+should he ask that he might become so famous, that so long as the world
+should endure, his name might be a household word, not only amongst his
+own people, but in distant lands, from east to west, and from north to
+south, wherever the foot of man might tread?
+
+[Illustration: VIEW NEAR GIBEON.]
+
+Oh, no! All these things, which many would have desired, were to him but
+empty things of earth, trifles that must pass away, vain bubbles that
+must burst and disappear, leaving behind them no true and lasting
+benefit. His thoughts did not dwell upon them, but upon higher, and
+better, and nobler things.
+
+He, the last born of David's sons, had been chosen before all his
+brethren, to sit upon the glorious throne of his father. Those over whom
+he had been called to rule were the chosen people of God. They had been
+taken out of all the nations of the world to be His own peculiar people,
+and to witness, amidst the idolatrous nations around them, to the living
+and true God. The heart of God was set upon them. His love was freely
+poured out upon them, and He had bound them to Himself, closely as a man
+bound around him his valued girdle. They were the descendants of
+faithful Abraham, of Isaac, and Jacob. They had become great, and mighty,
+and powerful, spreading themselves out like the cedars of Lebanon, and
+flourishing like the stately palms. All the surrounding nations looked
+upon them as the favoured of Heaven, and feared them.
+
+And he was called to rule them--he, so young and so inexperienced! It
+was his mission to rule them with justice, to train them in the paths of
+righteousness, and to bring them still nearer to Him who had chosen
+them.
+
+And how should he accomplish it? How small and insignificant he felt,
+and how utterly worthless! How he seemed to dwindle into nothing beside
+the great work that he was called to do! And yet how anxious he was to
+do it well! How he longed to be like his father David, a true shepherd
+to his people! How his heart yearned over his subjects; and how greatly
+he desired to govern them aright, and to be the channel through which
+the blessings of the great King of Heaven might be poured down upon
+them!
+
+Yes, that was the one thing he desired--worthily to perform the great
+work which had been given him to do. And young and inexperienced as he
+was, he could not do it of himself, and he must ask for the needful
+wisdom.
+
+A shade of regret for a moment darkened the face of the sleeper as he
+thought of his own inefficiency. But it soon passed away. There was
+wisdom for the asking; and his bright red lips moved in humble prayer.
+
+"O Lord," he murmured in deep reverence, "Thou hast showed great mercy
+unto David my father, and hast made me to reign in his stead. And Thy
+servant is in the midst of Thy people, which thou hast chosen--a great
+people that cannot be counted for multitude. I am but a little child. I
+know not how to go out, or to come in. Give me now wisdom and knowledge,
+for who can judge this Thy people that is so great?"
+
+How pleasing to God were the deep humility expressed in this prayer, the
+discernment of the great work that he was called to do; the earnest
+desire to be fitted to do it nobly and well, and the utter forgetfulness
+of all earthly glory and fame!
+
+There was no word of reproach, no saying that as the son of David he
+ought to be well qualified for governing. Only the gracious answer came,
+that, because all this was in the heart of the young king, because he
+had made the worthy fulfilment of his mission the grand aim of his life,
+wisdom and knowledge were granted to him. And because he had desired
+these rather than long life, or riches, or honour, or the lives of his
+enemies, there should also be given to him riches, and wealth, and
+honour, such as no king had ever enjoyed before him or should ever know
+after him. And if he served God faithfully, as his father David had
+done, length of days, also, should be added unto him.
+
+The young king awoke, "and, behold it was a dream." But it was not one
+of those fanciful dreams, that come and go, and mean nothing. It was a
+dream from God, a great reality, as he was soon to prove.
+
+From that time Solomon became noted for his wisdom and knowledge. On
+the most difficult points he was able to give a just judgment, that
+astonished all who heard it. "And the people feared him; for they saw
+that the wisdom of God was in him."
+
+His wisdom excelled that of all the wise men of the east, and the
+understanding of even the wise men of Egypt sank into the shade when
+compared with his.
+
+He gave his people three thousand proverbs. He wrote a thousand and five
+songs; one of them which is called the "Song of Songs," or the "Song of
+Solomon," and which has a place in the Bible, having a depth of
+beautiful meaning, which only the very wise can understand. He knew all
+about the trees, from the kingly cedar that reared its proud head on the
+famous heights of Lebanon, to the humble hyssop that sprang out of the
+wall. He could tell the nature of each, describe its flowers and its
+fruit, and point out of what it was symbolic. The beasts of the earth,
+the fowls of the air, the fishes of the sea, and even the creeping
+things were all to him as an open book. He could tell for what each was
+created, and what lesson each was intended to convey. He could answer
+the most difficult questions that any one could put to him; and his fame
+rapidly spread through all the countries of the then known world.
+
+He became so rich, too, that silver and gold were as common as the
+stones that he saw lying in the streets, as he rode through Jerusalem in
+his open chariot, clothed in white, threads of glittering gold mixed
+with his jet black hair.
+
+He erected the glorious temple, which for grandeur and magnificence
+stood unrivalled; and time would fail to tell of the splendour of his
+throne, of his palace, and of the palace which he built for his
+favourite wife.
+
+In almost all countries, his name has been familiar; and, to this day,
+the wild Arabs will tell wondrous stories about him, as they gather at
+night round their blazing fires. His grandeur and wisdom have ever since
+been proverbial; and even Jesus, when He wished to compare the lilies of
+the field with something very magnificent, spoke of "Solomon in all his
+glory."
+
+The great king, however, did not get length of days, because he
+afterwards grievously fell. But, without darkening this story with the
+account of his subsequent sins, let us try rather to learn some of the
+useful lessons that it is intended to teach. Perhaps you have already
+found them out.
+
+Like Solomon, we have all in life a great work to do, and we all lack
+wisdom. But we have only, as St. James tells us, to "ask of God," who
+giveth to _all_ men liberally, without reproaching them for their
+foolishness. And if we seek the wisdom that comes from above--the wisdom
+of Jesus Christ, we need have no fear; for, as the great Master Himself
+tells us, all other things will be added unto us.
+
+H. D.
+
+
+
+
+BIBLE EXERCISES FOR SUNDAY AFTERNOONS.
+
+
+1. Which is the only miracle of our Lord that is related by all the four
+Evangelists?
+
+2. What city, after its destruction, was sown with salt, as a sign of
+the barrenness and desolation that its enemies wished to see come upon
+it?
+
+3. How many lepers are we told, were cleansed by our Lord?
+
+4. Whence did Solomon procure the pattern according to which he built
+the Temple?
+
+5. Where does the psalmist call God the health of the countenance?
+
+6. What is the only occasion on which we read of Jesus sleeping?
+
+7. Where is Mary, the mother of Jesus, last mentioned.
+
+8. Where do we read that, while, in the reign of David, the old
+Tabernacle remained at Gibeon, a new tent was pitched at Jerusalem for
+the ark of the Lord?
+
+9. In which place, after the pitching of the new Tabernacle, did the
+high priest officiate?
+
+10. Where do we find that Solomon, on his accession, recognised the
+sanctity of both places?
+
+11. Where is there a prophecy of Jonah concerning Israel, not recorded
+in the Bible, alluded to in the history of the kings?
+
+12. From what words of St. Paul do we gather that other Christians;
+besides Stephen, were put to death during the persecution at Jerusalem?
+
+ANSWERS TO BIBLE EXERCISES (61-72. See Vol. XIX., p. 346).
+
+61. In Lev. xix. 14, and Deut. xxvii. 18.
+
+62. In St. Matt. xxvi. 30, and St. Mark xiv. 26.
+
+63. In Gen. xviii. 14; Jer. xxxii. 17, 27; Job xlii. 2; St. Matt. xix.
+26; St. Mark x. 27, xiv. 36; St. Luke i. 37, xviii. 27.
+
+64. In St. Mark xii. 41-44; St. Luke xxi. 1-4; and 2 Cor. viii. 12.
+
+65. Of the mother of Samson, Judges xiii. 2-24, xiv. 2-9; and Hannah,
+the mother of Samuel, 1 Sam. i., ii. 1-10, 18-21.
+
+66. In Judges xiv. 12-19; and Ezek. xvii. 1-10.
+
+67. Proverbs xii. 10.
+
+68. In St. Matt. vi. 25-34; and St. Luke xii. 22-30.
+
+69. In St. Matt, xxiii. 5.
+
+70. St. John xvii. 4.
+
+71. In Lev. xix. 13; and Deut. xxiv. 14, 15.
+
+72. In Deut. xxi. 22, 23.
+
+
+
+
+NESSIE'S ADVENTURE.
+
+[Illustration: "THEY BROUGHT HER HOME IN TRIUMPH, A MERRY SIGHT TO
+SEE."]
+
+
+  Nessie was lost--her brothers
+    Had sought her high and low:
+  Where in the world was Baby?
+    Nobody seemed to know.
+
+  "Mother," at last said Harry,
+    "Now don't you be afraid;
+  We'll make up a grand search party,
+    And find our little maid."
+
+  Harry led forth his followers,
+    Down by the willowed pond,
+  Past the old grey turnstile,
+    And into the woods beyond.
+
+  They searched by stream and meadow,
+    They searched 'neath hedge and tree;
+  "Where," said the puzzled children,
+    "Where can the truant be?"
+
+  At last, at last they found her,
+    In a meadow far away,
+  Under a sheltering haystack,
+    Asleep 'mid the fragrant hay.
+
+  They brought her home in triumph,
+    A merry sight to see,
+  With flags and banners flying,
+    And songs of victory.
+
+
+
+
+TOO YOUNG FOR SCHOOL.
+
+_By the Author of "Harry Maxwell; or, Schoolboy Honour."_
+
+
+"Here, I say, old fellow! what's the matter? you look as sulky as a
+brown bear. And where's your cap gone? I say now, _do_ wake up! You'll
+catch it if old Jacky catches you."
+
+"Let me be. You would look sulky if you had a little chap of a brother
+sent to school, miles too young to come at all, and had got to look
+after him and keep him out of scrapes, and show him how to get on with
+his lessons, and keep the fellows from bullying him."
+
+"Why in the world did he come, Graham?"
+
+"Oh, don't bother, Johnny, old man," and as he spoke, Hubert Graham drew
+his arm away from the parapet over which he was leaning with book in
+hand, and turning round a frank, honest-looking face towards the boy who
+was questioning him, passed his hand over his eyes, and added, "What can
+have come to Uncle Charlie to make him send Chris off like this, I can't
+think. Middle of term too!"
+
+"Well, how is it?--explain to me--but--I say, old fellow, where's your
+cap? you'll be in no end of a row if you lose it, you know."
+
+Up went Hubert Graham's hand to his head, as he answered in a bewildered
+way, "Cap! Haven't I got--" and then hastily turning, and looking over
+the parapet, he exclaimed, "Oh! I say, Seton, just look there!" and he
+burst out into a hearty laugh as he added "One of those barge boys has
+just fished it up out of the water, and he's holding it up in triumph to
+me. I must have been dreaming. It's out of bounds," he went on, with a
+face of dismay.
+
+[Illustration: "LEANING WITH BOOK IN HAND" (_p. 21_).]
+
+"I wonder if the fellow will bring it up to me."
+
+"Not he," said Seton.
+
+Dr. Thornley's boys were not allowed to go, without special leave, any
+nearer the town on the outskirts of which the school was situated than
+the bridge over which Hubert had been leaning. The approach of a master
+solved the difficulty. Hubert Graham went up to him. "If you please,
+sir, I was leaning over the parapet, and my cap fell into the river. A
+bargee has picked it up. May I run and get it?"
+
+The master looked over, and laughed. "Perhaps he won't give it up. You
+may go and try."
+
+When Hubert Graham returned to the bridge in triumph so far as the
+possession of a very wet cap was concerned, but rather low in his mind
+at having had to pay the exacting bargee a shilling out of his somewhat
+scanty store of pocket-money, he found John Seton lingering about for
+him.
+
+"I say," he said, "I want to know about your uncle, and the little one.
+He's a jolly little man though; I expect he'll make his way."
+
+"But there's a terrible set in the lower school for him to make his way
+with, and he a mere baby."
+
+"Well! he's seven--and that seems like a baby to us, to be sure," said
+magnificent fourteen years, speaking in the person of John Seton; "and
+you're right. They _are_ a set; I wish I was the prefect in his
+dormitory, but I'm not. Tell me how he came here in such a hurry?"
+
+"Well, you needn't talk about it to the other fellows. Father and mother
+are in India. Father's regiment was ordered abroad four years ago, and
+mother went with him. There were three of us, and we were sent to Uncle
+Charlie to take care of. I was eight years old then, Nellie was five,
+and Chris three years old. Uncle was jolly and kind, and sent me here
+when I was ten. Just before the summer holidays were over Uncle Charlie
+married, and I'm sure our new aunt does not care for us to be there. But
+I never thought they'd send Chris to school. I wonder what they'll do
+with Nellie?"
+
+"Can't you write to your father?"
+
+"I will directly, but it's so long before I can hear."
+
+                *       *       *       *       *
+
+A poor little fellow taken from the nursery. A brave, bright little man
+enough, but oh! so young, so pitifully young to be sent to a school
+where there were fifty or sixty boys in what was called the lower school
+only! Poor little Christopher! If his mother could have seen him! He
+came--bright--happy--full of life, determined to like it; but before two
+days were over his little soul was full of misery. The boys of ten and
+eleven years became his dread and torment. On the second day he saw
+nothing of Hubert till the evening, and then he said, "Hubert, why
+couldn't I go to our grandfather?"
+
+"Nobody even thought of such a thing, Chris. I don't expect our
+grandfather would like us."
+
+"How do you know?" said the child.
+
+"Oh! don't bother," returned his brother. "Only by what I've heard nurse
+say. She was talking one day to Jane, and she said, 'The children would
+have gone to General Graham's, only, you know, he was angry with master
+for marrying, and so master never asked him to have them.' I asked nurse
+what she meant, and she was vexed that I'd heard it, and said it was
+nothing I could understand."
+
+"But I am so miserable here."
+
+"Try to like it. Seton says you can go into his study to-night, and do
+your exercises. The fellows in the school don't leave you alone, do
+they, Chris?"
+
+"No," said poor little Chris; "they don't." And sitting in Seton's
+little study that night the child found comfort for the first time.
+
+And for a few days things seemed better. But it was not to last. Those
+boys in the lower school, who had tormented him before, were worse than
+ever, now that they thought he was being made a favourite of by one of
+the senior boys, and the poor little fellow had no peace. He complained
+bitterly to his brother, but it was no good. Hubert said it would only
+make the boys ten times worse if he interfered. "And never mind, old
+fellow," he said; "it's half-holiday to-morrow, and you'll get some
+jolly games."
+
+"Jolly games," thought poor little Christopher; "I know better. They
+won't be very jolly to _me_."
+
+And then Christopher made up his mind, and in his brave little heart
+determined to tell no one, but to run away, if he only could, to his
+grandfather. He knew the way to the station from the school, and he knew
+that trains went direct to a station called Kingsdown, where Uncle
+Charlie always went when he visited grandfather. "After all, he can't be
+worse than the boys," he said to himself. "And Hubert can't help me."
+
+But Hubert did care. His smothered indignation and anxiety knew no
+bounds, and the very night that Chris made up his mind to run away, long
+after the other boys in his dormitory were asleep, Hubert lay awake
+thinking how he could help his little brother. He fancied he heard a
+noise in one of the dormitories. It seemed, he thought, to come from the
+direction of the one in which Christopher was. He raised himself on his
+elbow to listen, and muttered to himself, "They shall only wait till
+to-morrow, and then those two fellows, Howard and Peters, shall have a
+piece of my mind. They're the ringleaders. It shall be the worse for
+them if they've been frightening him to-night."
+
+[Illustration: SITTING IN SETON'S LITTLE STUDY]
+
+And he lay there listening till all seemed quiet, and then saying to
+himself, "The poor little chap is at peace now, I expect," he turned
+round, and dropped off to sleep.
+
+But he had not been listening quite long enough.
+
+Little Christopher waited till all the boys in his room were sound
+asleep, pinching himself to keep himself awake; then out of bed he
+crept, felt for his clothes, which were close at hand, huddled them on,
+put his feet into his felt slippers, as he dared not put on any boots,
+and got out in the passage. His bed was near the door, which was
+fortunate, for he thought, if he had had to pass many of the boys' beds,
+his courage would have failed him. Down the stairs he stole--oh! how
+they creaked--and unfastening the shutters of one of the school-room
+windows, got out of it into the garden. But ah! he hadn't calculated on
+the big dog, whose kennel was hard by, and who was out in a moment.
+
+"Dear, darling Ponto," cried the poor little fellow; "don't bark, my
+dear." And up he went, and stroked and patted the great mastiff, who,
+already knowing the little fellow, put his paws on his shoulders, and
+licked his face with great appreciation. For Christopher was tenderly
+kind to animals, and he was rewarded for this now in his day of deep
+distress. Ponto did not bark.
+
+Christopher whispered to him. "Ponto, I'm very unhappy. I'm running
+away. I wish I could take you with me. I only love you here; excepting
+Hubert, and he can't help me;" and away he stole.
+
+As he got into the high road the early dawn of morning gave him a little
+light.
+
+All was consternation in the school later, in the morning. A boy
+missing! Dr. Thornley summoned the whole school before him. Could any
+boy give him any information?
+
+[Illustration: "HUBERT LAY AWAKE" (_p. 23_).]
+
+Hubert came forward. "He said he should run away yesterday, sir; but I
+had no notion the poor boy would or could, or I'd never have left him
+last night."
+
+"Why?--for what reason?" said Dr. Thornley, his face growing sterner and
+graver.
+
+John Seton came forward. "I'm afraid, sir, there's very bad bullying in
+the lower school."
+
+"So bad as this, that a boy should run away!" said the doctor; "and you
+a prefect!"
+
+The colour mounted high in John Seton's fine young face.
+
+"I've not had anything to do with the discipline the three weeks since
+Graham minor has been here, sir; but some of us meant to speak. It could
+not go on."
+
+"May I go after him, sir?" said Hubert, his voice quivering with
+anxiety.
+
+"I have sent to search for him in all directions," said the doctor. "A
+poor little child like that might meet with many mishaps. I am
+surprised," and his voice shook, "that none of you bigger boys let me
+know of any of this base, low, ungentlemanly conduct."
+
+The expression on the countenances of some of the boys of the lower
+school, as these words fell from the doctor's lips, may be imagined.
+
+Dr. Thornley was the kindest-hearted of men, but there were certain
+offences that moved him greatly; and when moved to wrath, the boys knew
+he could be terrible.
+
+"I must find this all out; and if the boys who have been bullying little
+Graham have not the bravery to come forward, and confess it of their own
+free will, I must take measures to discover who they were. But I warn
+them," added the doctor, "that if I find them out before they have come
+forward and freely confessed their base conduct, their time at this
+school will be short. To-day is a half-holiday. All the lower school
+will keep within bounds to-day."
+
+At that instant "Old Jacky," as the boys called him, the school porter,
+brought the doctor a telegram. His face wore a look of great relief as
+he read it. And he turned to poor Hubert.
+
+"Your brother is safe." Then to the school he said, "I have just had
+this telegram, which I will read, 'General Sir Henry Graham, Sefton
+Court, to Dr. Thornley, Middleborough. Christopher Graham safe with me.
+Shall make full inquiries.'"
+
+[Illustration: "FAST ASLEEP, WITH HIS HEAD ON THE DOG" (_p. 25_).]
+
+At Sefton Court the same morning all was lazy and quiet. The blinds
+drawn down the entrance door side of the house to keep out the sun, but
+doors and windows thrown wide open. An old gentleman sitting in his
+library, reading his paper. Something made the old gentleman restless.
+He fidgeted. Something was wrong with his glasses. Then to himself he
+said, "I wish Henry was here. Shall write by next mail. Why shouldn't
+his wife come home, and bring the children here? I don't half like it
+now that Charlie's married. Perhaps she won't like the children. Got a
+craze on education too. They overdo it. Dear me! I wonder where that
+fellow Thomas is?"
+
+And up got the old gentleman, and walked to the door. He had no sooner
+opened it than he gave a great start. "Hullo! What on earth is this?"
+What was it he saw?
+
+His own old dog, Bevis, whose favourite sleeping-place was the mat at
+his door, lying there as usual, but not asleep. Wide awake, as if on
+guard. And marvel of marvels! a dear little fair-haired boy fast, fast
+asleep, with his head on the dog, who was lying so as to make himself
+into as comfortable a pillow as possible.
+
+The old gentleman stared hard for a minute, then began to shout for
+Thomas, which woke the child, and he began to sob.
+
+[Illustration: "THEY WERE ALL THREE ASSEMBLED" (_p. 26_).]
+
+"There, there!" said the old general. "Who are you? You oughtn't to have
+come in without leave." By this time poor little Christopher, for it
+was he, had collected his scattered faculties, and catching hold of one
+of General Graham's hands, cried, "You're grandfather. Do take care of
+me. I'm so unhappy at school; I think I'm too little. So I said I'd come
+off to you. You wouldn't be as bad as the boys!"
+
+"Who? who?" stammered the poor old general.
+
+"I'm little Christopher Graham. Uncle Charlie sent me to school, and I'm
+too little, I expect. I ran away. I know it was naughty, but forgive me,
+and don't send me back. I had five shillings in my box, and I ran away
+in the night, and came here by the train in the morning; and I asked
+where you lived, and I walked here from the station, and I saw the door
+wide open, and I thought as it was grandfather's house I might come in;
+and I was afraid of the dog, but he didn't hurt me, and I knelt down to
+pat him, and I suppose I was very tired, for I can't remember any more."
+
+But he needed to say no more, for he was in his grandfather's arms. And
+Thomas was close by, and brought some warm tea very quickly; and a
+kind-looking old lady came, who said to Christopher she was his great
+Aunt Susan, and that he must be undressed and have a warm bath, and go
+to bed to get a sound sleep before they let him tell them anything else.
+
+The very next evening Aunt Susan called Christopher into the library.
+There was his very own Nellie sitting on grandfather's knee, and Hubert
+standing by!
+
+Dr. Thornley had given Hubert one day's holiday to go and see
+Christopher. Later in the evening they were all three assembled in a
+pleasant cosy room, looking over funny old picture-books, which kind
+Aunt Susan turned out of her treasures.
+
+"'All's well that ends well,'" said Hubert; "but you mustn't run away
+from school when you're bigger, old boy. You're only forgiven because
+you're a baby, you know."
+
+And his grandfather said to him later on--
+
+"My boy, in the battle-field no soldier worthy to bear the name of
+'Englishman' ever turned his back on the enemy. What you had to bear was
+hard; but you turned your back on your enemy when you ran away. And you
+bear an ancient name, and you come of a noble race. We must do our Duty,
+come what will."
+
+And Christopher never forgot these words.
+
+
+
+
+THE HOME OF THE BEADS.
+
+
+Who would believe it?
+
+You may well open your eyes, and shake your little heads incredulously,
+but nevertheless it is a positive fact, that Venice, the fair Queen of
+the Adriatic, sends forth every year no less than three thousand tons of
+glass beads, for the adornment of your sisters big and little in all the
+four quarters of the globe.
+
+[Illustration: GONDOLA.]
+
+The largest buyers of these pretty dainty toys are the Roman peasant
+women. America follows closely in their footsteps, Great Britain's turn
+comes next, then Germany puts in a modest claim, while the worst
+customers of all are the Scandinavians, to whose deep, earnest,
+thoughtful nature the glittering baubles appear mere useless trifles.
+Among the Russian, Turkish, and Hungarian women, only the richest
+classes indulge in these ornaments; they are scarcely ever seen among
+the people, which may perhaps be explained by the fact that they would
+not at all suit the various national costumes.
+
+All those customers, however, who belong in reality to the civilised
+nations (for, as a rule, the higher the cultivation, the less are these
+shining ornaments appreciated), only demand the cheaper kinds of glass
+beads. The best and dearest, the so-called _perle di luce_, find their
+way to India and Africa, to the half-civilised and wholly savage races.
+And here, the long strings of gay glistening beads do not merely serve
+as finishing-touches to the costume, but form the principal ornament,
+and cover the neck, arms, hair, and slender ankles of many a Hindoo or
+Malay maiden, while among the Ethiopians they often represent the sole
+article of dress. By these people, the glass pearls are indeed looked
+upon as treasures, and the pretty string of Roman or Venetian beads
+which you, my little maiden, lay aside so carelessly, is among them the
+cause of as much heart-burning and anxious hopes and fears as the most
+costly diamond necklace would be among English people.
+
+Japan, too, is not a bad market for their sale; whereas China again will
+have none of them, and turns her back rudely on fair Venice and its
+industry.
+
+But come! Here lies a gondola ready to our hand--the boatman seems
+intuitively to have read our wishes, and as we glide over the blue
+rippling waters in which the stately palaces are mirrored clear and
+lifelike, we seem to see a second Venice reflected beneath us. Gradually
+we approach the island of Murano, on which is situated the largest of
+the seven great bead manufactories of Venice, and here Herr Weberbeck, a
+German, employs no less than 500 men and women. Altogether about 6,000
+people earn their livelihood (and a poor one it is), by this wonderfully
+pretty industry, while the value of the exports amounts yearly to the
+sum of �300,000.
+
+The manufacture itself surprises us by the great simplicity which
+characterises it. The first stage is getting the liquid mass of glass
+about to be operated upon into a thorough state of toughness and
+pliability: one should be able to pull it like rosin or sealing-wax. The
+colouring of the mass is done while it is still in the furnace, by
+adding various chemicals, the principal of which are arsenic, saltpetre,
+antimony, and lead.
+
+The next process is drawing out the long glass pipes. This is most
+interesting. Let us, therefore, watch the man yonder, one of the
+glass-blowers, as, by means of an iron rod, he carefully lifts a ball of
+liquid glass, about the size of a small melon, from the open furnace,
+and with another simple instrument makes an indentation in the outer
+circle, nearly the size of that one sees at the bottom of a wine-bottle.
+His colleague, meanwhile, has done exactly the same to another ball of
+glass, and as they both press their balls together, the two outer
+circles merge into one, and the air inside the hollow spaces is
+completely shut off. Now the workmen draw back the iron rods, which are
+still attached to the hot mass, and a glass thread is seen connecting
+them to the centre ball. Then, keeping the strictest military time, the
+glass-blowers march off in opposite directions, to about the distance of
+a hundred yards, and the glowing glass thread spins itself off from both
+balls, until it is exhausted, or until the cold air hardens it. The
+imprisoned air has likewise, however, been spun out, and thus a hollow
+pipe, instead of a solid rod, has been formed, and so prepared the hole
+for the future beads.
+
+The glass threads vary in thickness, from that of a pencil to that of a
+very thin knitting-needle. Those intended for beads of mixed colours are
+drawn out just in the same way, the only difference being that in that
+case the glass ball, as soon as it is taken from the furnace, is dipped
+in various coloured masses of liquid glass, which then form layers, one
+over the other, like the layers of an onion.
+
+Sometimes, very tiny lumps of coloured glass are stuck on the glass
+balls, which then form parti-coloured stripes on the glass threads. The
+separating and sorting of the threads or pipes, which are now broken up
+into lengths of about three feet, is a widely-spread home-industry in
+Venice, and if we go down to the lower parts of the Lagoon city, where
+the people dwell, we shall see numbers of women and children seated
+before large baskets, out of which glass pipes protrude like the quills
+of a gigantic porcupine. With fingers spread wide apart, they carefully
+weigh and feel the contents of the baskets, till they have sorted all
+the pipes, according to their sizes. The different bundles are then
+carried back to the factory, where they are placed in a machine, not
+unlike a chaff-cutter, and cut up into small pieces. It is amusing to
+watch the coloured shower as it falls. Do not be afraid, but just place
+your hand beneath, to catch the glittering stream, and it will almost
+seem as if you had taken hold of a shower of hailstones.
+
+Any pointed or jagged bits having been cut off, the beads are now rolled
+in fine sand, which has been carefully heated in earthen jars, until
+just warm enough to soften the outside of the glass, so that a gentle
+friction would rub off the sharp edges. The sand gets into the holes in
+the beads, prevents them from closing up during this process, and ere
+we can believe it possible, they come forth round, perfect, and
+complete. The larger and smaller ones are now separated and sorted by
+simply shaking them in different-sized sieves, and any beads that
+require an extra amount of polish are thrown into small bags filled with
+marl, and vigorously tossed and shaken.
+
+Much more complicated is the manufacture of the _perle di luce_, or
+beads of light, which so delight the natives of India and Africa. The
+name is taken from the way in which they are prepared, namely, by means
+of a jet of intense flame, and great skill and dexterity is required on
+the part of the workman, who can display his talent and originality by
+ornamenting them with flowers and arabesques. The combined effects of
+light and colour are often very beautiful, and seem a fit adornment for
+all those eastern and southern nations over whom a halo of fable and
+romance is cast.
+
+In the interior of Africa, these _perle di luce_ are frequently used as
+payment instead of coin, and the cunning Arab, in whose hands almost the
+whole of the trade lies, generally turns to his own profit the delight
+that the innocent negresses exhibit at his gay wares.
+
+But contrary to what one might expect, the black, woolly-headed children
+of Nature show a strange distaste for _glossy_ beads; so much so indeed,
+that the Venetians find it necessary to deaden the natural brilliancy
+which all glass obtains when it becomes cold, by grinding it, and thus
+softening the otherwise shining surface.
+
+Notwithstanding all this, however, the bead industry of Venice is but a
+poorly-paid one; only the most skilful among the hands can manage to
+make a decent livelihood. Not very many of the women can earn more than
+about 4�d. a day, so that for them all the fast-days decreed by their
+Church are quite superfluous; _their_ fasts last from Ash Wednesday to
+Ash Wednesday. Even polenta, that very frugal Italian national dish, is
+for them only a Sunday's treat; the rest of the week nature provides
+them with turnips and other roots, great piles of which, cooked on an
+open hearth, greet us in all the streets of Venice, where they are
+eagerly devoured by the hungry crowd. And yet these poor people work
+hard to give pleasure and delight to both great and little folk.
+
+Truly they exemplify the old proverb, "Some must sow, that others may
+reap."
+
+M. H.
+
+[ANSWER TO "OUR IMAGINARY DISSOLVING VIEWS"--VI. (_See Vol. XIX., p.
+351._) 1. Henrietta, Maria. 2. Vandyke's picture of Charles I. and his
+queen: the children were afterwards Charles II. and James II. 3. The
+Fronde. 4. Trial of Charles I. in Westminster Hall.]
+
+
+
+
+A PRACTICAL JOKE.
+
+
+  'Twas noon-tide on a summer day,
+  And in a hammock Bruin lay,
+  Studying the price of pork and veal,
+  And wondering how to get a meal,
+  And what his little ones would do
+  If all the papers said was true.
+
+  The sun was very warm that day,
+  And having trudged a weary way
+  In search of food, 'twas no surprise
+  That Mr. Bruin shut his eyes
+  Now and again, and did not see
+  Two monkeys o'er him in the tree.
+
+  "Hurrah!" they whispered, "here's a chance
+  Of making Mr. Bruin dance!
+  Oft has he put us in a fix:
+  We'll pay him out now for his tricks,
+  And let him know that, though we're small,
+  We're not so harmless after all!"
+
+[Illustration: "'TWAS NOON-TIDE ON A SUMMER DAY, AND IN A HAMMOCK BRUIN
+LAY."]
+
+[Illustration: "UPON THE GROUND, WITH ACHING BONES, POOR BRUIN MINGLED
+SIGHS AND GROANS."]
+
+  Then, knife in hand, one monkey passed
+  From branch to branch, until at last
+  He reached the bough wherefrom was hung
+  Old Bruin's hammock, firmly slung;
+  And made one sudden vigorous slash
+  Through all the ropes: then--crash, crash, crash!
+
+  Upon the ground, with aching bones,
+  Poor Bruin mingled sighs and groans,
+  Compelled to linger there and hear
+  The monkeys' frequent taunt and jeer,
+  While "What's the price, of bear's grease, please?"
+  Went echoing through the forest trees.
+
+G. W.
+
+
+
+
+LITTLE TOILERS OF THE NIGHT.
+
+I.--THE PRINTER'S READING-BOY.
+
+
+It is a gusty Friday night just after Easter. A night full of wind which
+comes in sudden blasts and drives the sharp shining rain along the
+streets so that it seems to pierce through coats and umbrellas, and
+makes such a quick pattering sound upon the pavement that people who are
+indoors, and just going to bed, pull aside their window-curtains, look
+out at the flickering lights, and feel glad to be at home.
+
+Looking up from between the tall flat walls of the houses in a narrow
+court in Fleet Street, London, any one who has eyes can see the gleam of
+the moon, and the two or three stars that hang in the long strip of blue
+overhead. They can hear the rumble of the late cab, and the tramp of the
+policeman outside so plainly that these sounds are quite startling. For
+all day long Fleet Street is a busy place, with thousands of people
+going up and down, and hundreds of carts, cabs, waggons, cars, and
+carriages, hustling in the roadway, and people who have only seen and
+heard it in the day-time are surprised to find how silent and deserted
+it is at midnight.
+
+But in the narrow court, and in many other courts and passages close by,
+there are other sounds and other lights than the noise of the
+policeman's boots and the gleaming of the stars. Any one who is standing
+there may hear a curious buzzing, and now and then a dull thump, and
+looking about may see more than one big building with its windows all
+aglow, and the shadows of people moving across them. Now and then a door
+will open, and a lad, perhaps without a cap, and with his jacket tied
+round his neck by the sleeves, will rush out as though the place were on
+fire and he had been sent to fetch an engine.
+
+If you are standing near the door you will have to get out of the way of
+that lad, or he will be likely to run you down, or jam you against the
+wall, for he is in a hurry. He is not going to fetch an engine, for if
+you watch him he scampers down the next court, or perhaps across Fleet
+Street, and in less time than you can get your breath properly, is back
+with a tray piled with steaming mugs, and plates of thick
+bread-and-butter; and while you are wondering how he can have got them
+so quickly, and whether he will ever carry them up that steep flight of
+stairs behind the door of the big building, he gives a shout that seems
+to make twenty echoes, and then you lose sight of him.
+
+In those big buildings with the dark doors and the lighted windows the
+news of the week is being printed, that people may read it in the
+papers. There the printers are at work, and will be at work all night;
+the lad who has just gone in is a printer's lad, and because of some
+part of the work he has to do he is called a "reading-boy."
+
+Nearly every day this week numbers of letters and telegrams and written
+accounts of various things that have taken place in different parts of
+the world have been coming in to this building. When they come in the
+editor looks at them and sends them up to the chief compositor. The
+"compositors," up in the top rooms where the lights are shining, stand
+before large wooden trays or "cases," each of which is divided into a
+number of small squares, like boxes without lids. These boxes hold what
+are called the types. The types are little slips of metal, and on the
+end of each slip is stamped a letter. One of the boxes in the tray holds
+the a's, another the b's, another the c's, and the capital letters and
+the stops also have their proper places. When the compositor has the
+writing before him on his case, he takes a small metal box open at one
+end, and of the proper width, in his left hand, and with his right hand
+picks up one by one the metal letters that spell the words which are on
+the page. These he places in the box with the letter end upwards,
+putting a slip of metal without any letter upon it to make a space
+between each word. When he has filled his box he lifts all the letters
+carefully out without jumbling any of them up together, stands them in a
+tray, and keeps them from falling down by placing a flat rule of brass
+against the side of them. When he has set up so many of these metal
+letters that they are enough, when properly arranged in columns, to make
+a whole page of printing, they are all brought close together and then
+tightly fastened in a kind of frame, so that they are quite firm. They
+are next sent downstairs and placed on the _press_, or printing-machine.
+Large smooth rollers spread a thin coating of ink upon this metal page,
+and then the sheet of white paper is brought very firmly against it by a
+strong machine, which presses so evenly that the ink is stamped from the
+metal page of the types on to the paper. When that paper is removed it
+is a printed page, with the same words upon it that the compositor read
+upon the letter or written page sent in a little while ago. All night
+long these types with the letters upon them are being set up, all night
+long patient men pick up the metal letters and form them into pages;
+all night long the steam engine is going, and the letters from the inky
+metal pages are being stamped upon the clean white paper, which, when it
+is printed all over, will contain the week's history of the world, and
+will be read by thousands of people.
+
+There are many lads in this printing-office, and all night they are
+running up and down with letters and sheets of writing and printing, or
+are cleaning the inky surface of the metal pages, or helping to fix up
+the frames. But why are some of them called "reading-boys?"
+
+Of course when the metal letters are set up mistakes will occur now and
+then; so in the first impression printed from the type, before it is
+made up into the pages for printing already referred to and fastened
+into the metal frame, these mistakes must be put right. To do this one
+person takes the writing from which the type was set up, and another the
+impression from the type, and the man or boy who has the writing reads
+it aloud distinctly, while the other, who has the impression from the
+type, reads that to himself at the same time, and compares what he sees
+there with what he hears being read. If he comes to a word where there
+is a mistake he makes a mark against it, and sets it right. When the
+mistakes are all marked, the compositor sets them right by putting in
+the proper letters and words, instead of the wrong ones, and then
+another impression is printed to see whether all is right this time.
+These impressions that are read for mistakes are called "proofs,"
+because they prove whether the work has been properly done. Sometimes,
+if the reading-boy is very clever, he can read the first writing, but
+the writing is very often so bad that even the men who set up the metal
+types can hardly read it. It is not pleasant work to sit all night in a
+close little hot room, with the gas flaring, and to hear the din, and
+feel the rolling of the great machinery, while you have to read all
+sorts of things that you don't care much for, and haven't time to think
+about; but that is what the "reading-boy" has often to do, though he
+sometimes has a good deal of running up and down stairs, and now and
+then rushes out to fetch tea, bread-and-butter, bacon, and other things
+for the men, or for himself and his companions. It is to get a second
+supply of these dainties that the boy whom we saw just now comes out
+again head-first, and with no jacket at all on this time. He carries the
+tray full of empty mugs, and before he can quite stop himself he comes
+suddenly against a burly, weather-beaten looking man, who is walking up
+the court, and seems to be lurching from side to side of the pavement.
+Before the lad can stop short, the edge of the tray comes against this
+man's elbow, and crash goes one of the mugs on the stones of the court.
+
+"Now, then, stoopid!" shouts the boy. "Why can't you keep on your right
+side?"
+
+"Is that the way you speaks to your uncle, Bennie?" says the big man,
+laughing. He is a short broad man, dressed in rough blue cloth, and with
+a shiny sou'-wester on his head. He looks like a pilot, but he is really
+a fisherman and a sailor, and he has come up all the way from Yarmouth
+on purpose to see Benny's mother, who is his own sister.
+
+"Well, uncle, who _could_ ha' thought of seeing you here; haven't you
+been to mother's?"
+
+"No, my boy, I got to London by the late train, and so I thought I'd try
+and find you out, and we'll go home together. What a place this London
+is, to be sure, and what a stifly sort of alley this here is to be
+workin' in all night; it don't seem quite right for a lad of your age,
+Benny."
+
+"Come, don't you go running down our court," says the boy. "I'm all
+right, uncle, specially since you was so kind as to pay for me to go to
+the classes. Why, bless you, I'm learning French and Latin now, and I'm
+put on to reading regular. I shouldn't wonder if I was to come to be a
+printer's reader, instead of a reading-boy, and earn ever so much a week
+by-and-by."
+
+"What do you get now, Benny?"
+
+"Eight shillings a week, uncle, and then you know I can help mother in
+the shop a bit; but I say, you don't mind waitin' a minute, while I go
+to the house over the way. There's only one or two places that keep open
+after twelve, because of our wanting tea, and ham, and rolls, and
+coffee, and all sorts o' things, to keep us going. It makes you precious
+faint to keep up night work without anything to eat, I can tell you,
+uncle."
+
+"Well, I'll come with you, Benny, and wait for you at the shop, where I
+can fill my pipe. But where's your jacket, and where's your cap?"
+
+"Oh, we don't have time to think about that. Something's wanted, and the
+bell rings, and somebody shouts down the speaking-tube, and off you go.
+It is precious cold sometimes, though, for the men at our place keep the
+room so hot. They can't bear a breath of air here, and for fear of a
+draught, and then getting their fingers cold so that they can't feel the
+type, they paste paper over every crack, and have all the windows
+fastened down, and make you pay a fine for leaving the door open. Why,
+uncle, you don't a bit know what it is. Talk about the hardships at sea,
+and being out night after night off what I've heard you call the Dogger
+Bank to catch codfish, they're nothing to being a boy in a printin'
+office where the machine's always going, and you've I don't know how
+many masters to order you about; but never you mind, I'm going to stick
+to it, and if they don't give me a rise to ten shillings next week, I'll
+leave and go into another place where they'll be proud of my talent, and
+admire me for my strength. Though I think I would rather be aboard the
+_Saucy Nancy_ with you, after all. I should 'like 'a life on the ocean
+wave, uncle, and I do get so tired of the night work sometimes."
+
+"Bless your heart, my boy; there's lads no bigger than you at the
+fishing stations that have as much night work as you do. Hard work in
+the cold and the wind and the wet, and often hungry work, and a good
+deal of danger too. There, get along, and fetch your coat, Benny. I'll
+wait here, and then we'll go home together to see mother, and as she
+tells me you're to have a holiday, Saturday to Monday night, you shall
+come home along o' me, and then we will just see what it's like to be a
+Fisher Boy."
+
+THOMAS ARCHER.
+
+
+
+
+THEIR ROAD TO FORTUNE.
+
+THE STORY OF TWO BROTHERS.
+
+_By the Author of "The Heir of Elmdale," &c, &c._
+
+CHAPTER I.--A VISITOR TO RIVERSDALE.
+
+
+"How I wish it was a boy. I don't like girls!" Bertie Rivers cried,
+tossing aside his book. "Do come out, Eddie, and let us watch for the
+carriage."
+
+Eddie laid aside his book a little reluctantly, and followed his brother
+through the open French window of the study. They were two bright,
+handsome lads, of twelve and thirteen: Edward the elder, but scarcely as
+tall as Bertie, and far slighter, with a grave reserved air, and rather
+thoughtful face; Bertie sturdy, gay, careless, and frank, with restless,
+observant blue eyes, and a somewhat unceremonious way of dealing with
+people and things. Eddie called him rough and boisterous, and gave way
+to him in everything, not at all because Bertie's will was the stronger,
+but that Eddie, unless very much interested, was too indolent to assert
+himself, and found it much easier to do just as he was asked on all
+occasions than argue or explain.
+
+There was a visitor expected at Riversdale that day, and they were very
+curious concerning her, though in different ways: Bertie openly,
+restlessly, questioningly; Eddie with a quiet, rather gloomy,
+expectation.
+
+"I wonder if she will like us?" Bertie said, as he climbed to the top of
+a gate, and looked anxiously down the white dusty road.
+
+"I wonder if we shall like _her_?" Eddie replied: "that's of more
+importance, I think."
+
+"I do wish she was a boy," Bertie repeated for about the hundredth time
+in the course of three days. "One never knows what to do with a girl
+cousin. Of course she won't care about cricket, though Lillie Mayson
+likes it, and she will be afraid of the dogs, and scream at old Jerry. I
+wonder we never even heard of her before, or of Uncle Frank either. I
+wonder----"
+
+"What's the use of wondering, Bert?" Eddie interrupted, a little
+impatiently. "Papa told us all he wished us to know, I dare say. Come
+along for a walk. What's the good of idling here all the morning? It
+won't bring the carriage a minute sooner to stand watching for it."
+
+"No, of course not; but I want to rush down the road to meet it, and we
+can't go for a walk till it comes. It would be a poor sort of welcome
+for Cousin Agnes;" and Bertie took another long look down the road,
+where nothing was visible save a cloud of fine white dust.
+
+Three mornings before Mr. Rivers had summoned both boys to his study,
+and very gravely informed them that their Uncle Frank was dead, and his
+only child, Agnes Rivers, was coming to reside at Riversdale.
+
+"She has no home, no friends, no money, no mother. Try and be kind to
+her, boys. Don't ignore her, Edward; don't tease her, Bertie; and ask
+her no questions about her parents or her past history, remember that!"
+
+The boys promised; they always obeyed their father implicitly: indeed,
+absolute unquestioning obedience was one thing Mr. Rivers exacted from
+every person he came in contact with.
+
+But Bertie was far from satisfied with the very meagre information he
+had received, and directly he got a favourable opportunity, he besieged
+Mrs. Mittens, the old housekeeper, with questions concerning the new
+relation who was coming to make her home with them, and of the Uncle
+Frank whose name he had never heard before. Eddie did not share his
+curiosity, or perhaps concluded that his father's command to ask no
+questions was a general one; Bertie insisted it only referred to Agnes
+herself, and repeated his father's exact words to the housekeeper.
+
+"I think, Master Bertie, your papa meant you to ask no questions of
+anybody; and I have very little to tell," she said, gravely. "But this
+much I think you may know. Your Uncle Frank was your papa's only
+brother: he displeased your grandpapa, and left home in consequence."
+
+"But what did he do?" Bertie cried eagerly.
+
+"Everything he should not have done; but his worst fault was
+disobedience, and a world of trouble it got him into. Remember that,
+Master Bertie: your grandpapa would be obeyed, and your papa is his own
+son in that respect. So take care, my dear, take care!" and the old lady
+shook her forefinger warningly. "But everything's forgot and forgave
+now," she added, more cheerfully; "and right glad I am Miss Agnes is
+coming here!"
+
+[Illustration: "MR. RIVERS HAD SUMMONED BOTH BOYS TO HIS STUDY" (_p.
+32_).]
+
+Bertie turned away grumbling; he was not a whit wiser than he had been
+before, and he felt somehow that he had been reproved, and, more than
+that, warned. But he was not very seriously impressed, and he determined
+some day to find out the whole history of his Uncle Frank: know exactly
+what he did, and why he did it; and as he turned the matter over in his
+mind, as he sat perched on the gate, he came to the conclusion that his
+was a very strange family, and that there were a great many skeletons
+concealed in Riversdale.
+
+"Perhaps Aunt Amy will be sending us a boy or girl cousin some day or
+other," he said to Eddie suddenly. "I shouldn't be a bit surprised."
+
+Eddie started from a reverie, and looked questioningly at his brother.
+"Aunt Amy? what put her into your head, Bert?"
+
+"I don't know, I'm sure, unless it's Uncle Frank. Don't you think it's
+very funny to have a lot of relations you never see, hear from, or speak
+about--very exciting, too, to have cousins drop in on you when you least
+expect it. I hope, Ned, when you're master of Riversdale, you won't
+banish me, and forget my very existence till I'm dead. What did Aunt Amy
+do, I wonder?"
+
+"She married some one papa did not approve of--an artist, I think:
+that's all," Eddie said gravely. "I think Aunt Amy is very happy, and
+I'm sure she is very beautiful. She does not come to Riversdale, because
+papa is always ill, I suppose; and perhaps she likes London better, and
+she has not got any boys or girls."
+
+"Oh!" Bertie said, opening his eyes wide; "you seem to know all about
+them. Who told you?"
+
+"Papa. I asked him one day."
+
+"Oh! and Uncle Gregory: what did he do? He never comes here either;" and
+Bertie looked up the road again, as if he did not care very much to hear
+the probable reason of that relative's absence.
+
+"Uncle Gregory is a merchant, and has to attend to his business, I
+suppose," Eddie replied, rather loftily. "He came here often enough--too
+often, I believe--when our mother was alive, and then papa and he
+disagreed, and he has not come since."
+
+"Hum!" Bertie said, slipping down and stretching himself. "How did you
+find out, Eddie?"
+
+"Why, I didn't find out. Papa talks to me sometimes about our relatives;
+you talk as if it were a crime for people not to come here when they
+have their own houses and things to attend to. You might just as well
+ask why we always stay at home."
+
+"Oh! but that's different: Riversdale is such a jolly place. Why, I
+wouldn't live anywhere else for anything, would you, Eddie?"
+
+"I don't know; I think it would be wise to see other places before
+deciding. I should like to see a great city--London for instance."
+
+"I wonder if Agnes is coming from London?" Bertie cried; "if so, she can
+tell us all about it."
+
+"But I'd like to see for myself, to travel everywhere, visit all the
+famous places in the world--Italy, Greece, Egypt--see pictures, statues,
+beautiful churches."
+
+"I think I'd prefer to stay at home: those places are such a long way
+off. I dare say I should be tired before I got there; and I don't care
+for pictures much, except of dogs and horses. I'd just like to stay here
+always, hunt and shoot and fish when I grow up, and play cricket and
+football, and just enjoy myself all the time," Bertie said soberly.
+
+"That's because you're ignorant, Bertie, and have no taste or ambition,"
+Eddie replied. "You know what Doctor Mayson says: 'Travel improves the
+mind, and enlarges the understanding.'"
+
+"Yes, but that's only in a copy-book!" Bertie exclaimed triumphantly.
+"Besides, papa is the cleverest man in the world, and he's happy enough
+here. Oh! the carriage at last. Come and welcome our new cousin;" and in
+a moment Bertie had vaulted over the gate and shouted to the coachman to
+stop, while Eddie followed in a more orthodox fashion, and both boys
+stood bowing, with their caps in their hands, to a little girl dressed
+in black, with a small pale face, and a quantity of light hair pushed
+back from her forehead. She clung to Mrs. Mittens nervously with one
+hand, while she extended the other first to Bertie, then to Eddie and
+said, "Thank you, cousins," for their welcome in the sweetest, saddest
+voice in the world. Then the carriage drove on before Bertie had quite
+recovered his astonishment at the fact that the little girl seemed no
+more than a baby, yet wore blue glasses, and spoke with the voice of a
+grown-up person. He had meant to spring into the carriage, give her a
+hearty kiss and a noisy greeting, and go on to the house with her; but
+such familiarities were entirely out of the question with the grave
+little lady in black. Turning round, he looked questioningly at Eddie,
+who had returned to the grounds. "Well," he cried, "what do you think?"
+
+"I think Cousin Agnes is an ugly, sickly little thing, not more than
+seven!" he cried scornfully. "The idea of a girl in blue spectacles!
+Come and have a walk." For once Bertie followed instead of leading,
+though he was strongly inclined to return to the house. He did not think
+his cousin was ugly, and he pitied her for being so pale and
+sad-looking; but somehow he felt disappointed too, and out of humour
+with himself, and Eddie, and every one else, and in an unusually silent
+mood he set off for a ramble in the woods. Both boys were disappointed
+in Agnes, but in a different way.
+
+
+CHAPTER II.--AGNES FINDS A FRIEND.
+
+"I hope you will be very happy here, child, and make yourself at home.
+Take care of her, Mittens, and see that the boys don't tease her;" and
+Mr. Rivers kissed the trembling, nervous little girl on the forehead,
+and waved her out of the room. The interview had been brief, and
+conducted with absolute silence on the child's part. She was overpowered
+by the magnificence and awed by the solemnity of her new home.
+
+"Is that grand gentleman Uncle Hugh, ma'am?" she asked timidly, as she
+clung to the good-natured housekeeper's hand.
+
+"Yes, my dear; and very kind and good you will find him if you always do
+just as he tells you. Now you must come to my room, and have a cup of
+tea before dinner. Your cousins never have any luncheon, and dine with
+me at three o'clock. Your Uncle Hugh always dines in his own apartments:
+indeed, he seldom leaves them, except for a turn on the terrace. The
+children go in every evening to see him for half an hour, and you will
+go with them. We have breakfast at nine, and tea at seven. Your cousins
+drive in to Wakeley every day to Doctor Mayson's school; they leave at
+half-past nine, and get back by three. Sometimes they ride their ponies,
+but oftener they drive in the little dog-cart; and I dare say a young
+person will come to give you lessons, but the master has not made any
+arrangement yet. You're to sleep in the room next to mine; and Prudence
+Briggs, the under housemaid, will wait upon you. But the first thing you
+must do, my dear Miss Agnes, is to get well, and strong, and rosy. You
+have been ill, surely."
+
+"No, ma'am, not worse than usual; but I have been up a good deal at
+night with father."
+
+"You up at night, child! Dear, dear! what could folk be thinking of to
+let you?"
+
+"There was no one else, ma'am, and father had to have his medicine
+regularly," Agnes replied gravely. "Even when Doctor Evans did send a
+nurse, she used to fall asleep at night, and forget poor father."
+
+Mrs. Mittens took off her spectacles, wiped them carefully, put them on
+again, and looked earnestly at the child seated opposite to her. But
+either her eyes or the glasses were dim again in a moment. That poor,
+fragile little creature up at night, ministering to the wants of a dying
+man! It seemed incredible, and yet the child's face and voice and words
+bore the living impress of truth.
+
+"How old are you, my dear?"
+
+"Twelve last birthday. I know I'm very little and weak, and my back
+aches dreadfully sometimes; but Doctor Evans said rest and care would do
+wonders for me. I never had much rest at home, and I was always very
+anxious about poor father; ever since my darling mamma died, four years
+ago, I had to take care of him."
+
+"Dear heart alive! Why did you never write to your uncle?" Mrs. Mittens
+cried, holding up both her hands.
+
+"I never knew I had an uncle till after father's death; then Doctor
+Evans told me, and sent me here. He was very, very kind, and so was my
+Aunt Amy. Was it not strange to have an aunt in London and never know
+it? But she came at once, and took me away to her house--ever so much a
+finer house than the one we lodged in, but not nearly so fine or
+beautiful as this; and she made my black frocks, and took me to dear
+father's funeral in a carriage. Aunt Amy was very kind, and kissed me
+very often, and said she wished she could keep me always, but Uncle
+Clair said it was best for me to come to Riversdale. Do you think it was
+best?"
+
+"Yes, my dear, of course. Certainly it was best for you to come," the
+old lady replied briskly.
+
+"And do you think my cousins will love me?"
+
+"I'm quite sure of it, Miss Agnes. They are the best and dearest boys in
+the world."
+
+"And Uncle Hugh?" Agnes added wistfully.
+
+"Well, my dear, your uncle is not quite like other people. He suffers a
+great deal with his nerves, and he has had a many sorrows, which he
+keeps all to himself; but he's the most just and most generous gentleman
+in the world, and I'm sure he will be very kind to you; only you must do
+just what he says, my dear. All the troubles in the world came of
+disobedience, I think, and have done so since the Garden of Eden. If
+poor Mr. Frank had only----but there, what is the use of talking?" and
+Mrs. Mittens sighed.
+
+"Did you know my father, ma'am?"
+
+"Yes, indeed! I carried him about in my arms many a time."
+
+"Did you love him, please?"
+
+"Love him, Miss Agnes? _that_ I did! Who could help loving his bright
+bonnie face? Why, we all loved him, dearie: he was the light and life of
+the house, but he would have his own way--he would have it, and I fear
+it led him through a tangled, thorny path."
+
+Agnes looked up at Mrs. Mittens.
+
+"Please, please tell me one thing more, ma'am," she whispered nervously,
+yet eagerly. "Did my Uncle Hugh love my father?"
+
+"As the apple of his eye, my dearie: there's no mistake about that; he
+would have given his heart's best blood for him!"
+
+"Did he know my dear father was so sad and so sorry, so poor, so
+friendless, so--so unhappy?"
+
+"No, child, that he did not. Your father would have none of him; he was
+proud with the pride that goes before destruction. My master would have
+loved him, but Master Frank would not."
+
+"Then there has been some dreadful mistake somewhere, ma'am," Agnes said
+gently, but firmly. "My father was an angel and a martyr. He was not
+proud or unforgiving, and he suffered, oh, so much! But if you tell me
+my uncle knew nothing of it, I cannot blame him."
+
+"I tell you more, dearie," said the old housekeeper earnestly, holding
+both the child's hands, and looking into her pale, earnest face. "My
+master would have given half his fortune to have made your father happy,
+but the wrong was done before you were born; and it's righted at last,
+thank Heaven! righted at last. Now, my poor lamb, we will talk of all
+those things no more; your troubles are over, and all you have to do is
+to get well and strong and rosy, and be as happy as ever you can; and
+always remember, little one, you have a true friend in old Mittens. She
+loved your father, and she will always love you; and now you must lie
+down on that sofa, and rest for an hour. The boys are sure to be in for
+dinner, and I want you to be nice and bright."
+
+[Illustration: "AGNES LOOKED UP AT MRS. MITTENS" (_p. 35_).]
+
+So Agnes lay down very contentedly.
+
+"Oh, how I shall enjoy this place!" she said to herself. "How I shall
+love it!--my own father's home, where he played as a child. Perhaps he
+lay on this sofa, just like me, and looked across the beautiful park,
+smelt the flowers, heard the birds sing. If he knew I was here now, how
+happy he would be!" So Agnes mused aloud, resting in the warm summer
+sunshine. Her thoughts flew back to the dreary London lodging where her
+whole short life had been passed; her heart swelled as she thought of
+the cares, troubles, anxieties, and bitter losses she had endured; and
+then her eyes overflowed with gratitude at finding such kind friends and
+such a beautiful home. At last, weary with her journey, she fell asleep.
+
+After a while the sound of voices roused her, and in a bewildered kind
+of way she looked round.
+
+"I say she's an ugly, miserable-looking little thing. I shouldn't think
+it worth my while to sketch her!" one voice said, contemptuously. "If
+she had been pretty, now, she would have made a splendid Sleeping
+Beauty!"
+
+"She looks pale and ill, poor mite, and tired too; but she's not ugly,"
+another voice said decidedly. "She might not make a nice picture, but
+she looks pleasant enough curled up there. Come on away; don't let us
+wake her."
+
+"I am awake," said Agnes, sitting up, her cheeks flushed, her eyes full
+of tears, but no one answered. The boys, who had been looking in at the
+window of the housekeeper's room, had turned into the shrubbery, and
+Agnes felt as if she had been guilty of a very mean, unworthy action in
+listening, even involuntarily, to a conversation not intended for her
+ears. Her cousins, too, she felt quite sure, would be exceedingly cross
+if they knew she had overheard them; and yet she said to herself--"I was
+only half awake. I did not want to listen, and I could not help it." It
+would not mend matters in the least to tell them that she had overheard
+their criticism, so she resolved to be silent, but when Mrs. Mittens
+came, a little later, to conduct her to the dining-room, she was very
+shy and nervous. As she took her place, she looked at the boys
+wistfully, wondering which of them thought her "ugly," and which thought
+her pleasant enough to look at curled up on the sofa. Secretly, she
+hoped that Eddie was her champion, but before the dinner was over it
+was easy enough to see that Bertie was going to be the shy little girl's
+friend, for Eddie scarcely condescended to look at her, much less speak
+to her, during the meal, while Bertie rattled on merrily, telling her of
+all their favourite amusements and walks, and promising to show her all
+his treasures and lend her his storybooks. Still, though Bertie was
+kind, and Eddie cold and silent, Agnes thought her elder cousin was far
+handsomer and cleverer than his brother. Perhaps he would be an artist,
+like Uncle Clair; and when he knew that she too could use her pencil a
+little, and loved pictures a great deal, he might be kinder to her.
+
+
+CHAPTER III.--AN UNEXPECTED GUEST.
+
+Three months passed away, and Agnes Rivers was feeling quite at home in
+her uncle's house. She had lost much of her nervous shyness, but except
+with Mrs. Mittens she was very quiet and reserved. She was a little
+afraid of her uncle, as were the whole family; a little in awe of Eddie
+too, who was still somewhat stately and grand in his manner; and she
+always had an uncomfortable sort of feeling that Bertie was kind to her
+just because she was little and weak, and his cousin.
+
+But on the whole she was happy and contented. She ran about the park and
+gardens all the morning, did no lessons whatever, and amused herself
+sketching all the pretty bits of scenery, huge trees on the lawn, or
+Mrs. Mittens' dog and cat, called Punch and Judy, who lived the most
+useless, indolent, amiable life imaginable in the housekeeper's room.
+She could hit off likenesses, too, in quite a startling way, and Eddie
+said he would give her some lessons in painting if she wished. Agnes was
+enthusiastic in her thanks for what was, after all, but a trifling
+service, and while the lessons lasted Bertie was rather glum, as he had
+to ramble about alone, and amuse himself as best he could. But Eddie
+very soon grew tired of a pupil who after three lessons far excelled the
+teacher, and as a change, proposed teaching her German. Agnes consented,
+as she would have done to any plan or project of Eddie's. But that
+course of instruction also came to an untimely end; perhaps Agnes was a
+little dull, certainly Eddie was impatient. And then Bertie had his
+turn: he taught his cousin how to play chess, to spin tops, play cricket
+(theoretically), regretting every minute that she was not big and strong
+like Lillie Mayson, the doctor's daughter--the doctor who kept the
+grammar-school, not the one who came to see them when they were ill.
+
+Once or twice Mrs. Mittens suggested to the master that some one should
+come and teach Miss Agnes, saying that the child was left too much alone
+during the day, as the boys went to school every morning. But Mr. Rivers
+shook his head impatiently. "Leave the child alone; let her eat and
+sleep and run wild till she's stronger. She ought not to be dull in
+Riversdale."
+
+Nor was she. How could any one with a deep instinctive love of Nature be
+dull, or lonely, or sad with a beautiful park to wander in? who with an
+observant eye could walk through the shady lanes or ramble in the woods
+without seeing objects of interest and admiration at every step?
+
+"How good of God to not only give us flowers, but eyes to see their
+beauty and hearts to love them," the child said solemnly one day. "What
+would the world be if there were not any flowers?"
+
+Bertie, who chanced to overhear her soliloquy, remarked that he thought
+they could get on better without flowers than trees, vegetables, or even
+animals; "because, we cannot eat flowers, can we?"
+
+"But if you had read a little about the subject, Bertie," Agnes replied,
+"you would learn that we could have neither trees nor vegetables nor
+fruit if we had not flowers first. But it's those dear little wild
+things that seem to grow here just to make us happy that I love best. I
+prefer painting flowers to anything."
+
+"I don't; great artists never trouble about flowers," Eddie said,
+joining them. "When I grow up, I'll paint splendid figures and grand
+scenes, like the 'Raising of Lazarus,' or the 'Descent from the Cross':
+those are the kind of pictures great men love to paint and the world to
+look at."
+
+"But Uncle Clair says people can't paint like the old masters now, and
+that no one would buy their pictures if they did," Agnes replied.
+
+"I wish some of you would paint up this mask for me like a North
+American Indian," Bertie interrupted, pulling a hideous pasteboard face
+from his pocket. "Will you, Eddie? If I attempt to put on the war-paint,
+I shall make a mess of it." But Eddie indignantly refused to lend his
+talent to such base uses, and Agnes declared she would paint the face
+with pleasure, only she had not the least idea what an Indian was like.
+That was an unforeseen difficulty, but Bertie suggested their looking in
+the library for a book with pictures, and copying one.
+
+As they approached the house, they were all surprised to see Dr. Bird's
+carriage at the door. "Some one must be ill, surely--I hope it's not
+papa," Eddie cried, hurrying on in advance, Bertie and Agnes following.
+"He seemed quite well this morning. Oh! there's Lawyer Hurst's gig--what
+can he want? Johnson," to a servant standing at the door, "whatever is
+the matter? Is papa ill?"
+
+"It's nothing, my dears--that is, nothing to be frightened about," Mrs.
+Mittens said, as the boys, both startled-looking, rushed into the
+dining-room. "Your papa had a turn this morning, and I thought it as
+well to send for Doctor Bird."
+
+"But why is Mr. Hurst here?" Eddie asked.
+
+"I don't know, dearie. I think he just called by accident, or about some
+ordinary business."
+
+"Has papa asked for us--for me?"
+
+"No, Master Edward. Now, don't look so scared; there's nothing the
+matter, only, as I said, he got a turn. I think it was something in the
+paper, for when I went in with his beef-tea, he had it in his hand, and
+looked quite sad and white. I hoped he was not feeling bad, and he said
+'No, no, Mittens. Put that down and leave me'; then when I was at the
+door, he called out, 'Mittens, set the house in order. I'm going on a
+journey; see to it without delay!' That's every word, Master Edward; but
+knowing as the master has not been anywhere for so long, and seeing him
+look pale and troubled like, I just took the liberty of sending a line
+to Doctor Bird, asking him to look in quite in a friendly way. He came
+at once, and he's with the master now. I left the room as you came in,
+and the doctor said, 'Your master is no worse--rather better, I think.'
+So _now_, my dears, will you sit down to dinner?"
+
+Bertie's answer was practical compliance; Eddie stood for a few minutes
+at the window, wondering if it were the death of another estranged
+relative that had affected his father; then he, too, took his place, and
+ate his dinner in silence. Presently the doctor's carriage drove away,
+and both boys felt less anxious; but to Agnes there was something
+terrible in the unusual hush of the house: it seemed as if the servants
+moved about more noiselessly than at other times, and spoke in hushed
+whispers. Eddie went to the library, and Bertie went out immediately
+after dinner, and, left to herself, Agnes curled herself up in an easy
+chair in the dining-room with a book, and after reading for an hour, she
+fell asleep. It was dusk when she was roused by the sudden ringing of
+bells and the hurrying of feet across the passage leading to Mr. Rivers'
+apartments. For a few minutes she sat quite still, pale, frightened,
+scarcely daring to breathe; then she opened the door and peeped out
+timidly, but no one took the least notice of her. Mrs. Mittens crossed
+the hall hurriedly, looking very pale and anxious; there were strange
+voices too, somewhere. One, Agnes thought, seemed loud and angry. Then
+she hurried back to the dining-room and shut the door, pressing both her
+hands on her heart to stop its beating. Something dreadful was
+happening, she felt sure, but in that household she was quite alone and
+forgotten; no one thought of her at all.
+
+The quiet, glorious autumn night closed in; still Agnes sat silent and
+solitary, hoping the best, fearing the worst. It was quite eleven
+o'clock when the dining-room door was opened softly, and a fair troubled
+face peered in. It was Bertie. He alone had thought of her, even in his
+own great sorrow--and Bertie was impulsive and passionate, and felt
+things deeply. He remembered the poor lonely little girl, and asked
+Prudence Briggs if his cousin had gone to bed. The girl started
+guiltily; she had seen nothing of Miss Agnes all the evening; so Bertie
+began a hunt over the house for her, and found her at last in the
+dining-room alone.
+
+"Oh, Agnes! what shall we do? Poor papa!" he cried, bursting into tears;
+and she clung to him, weeping too, but trying to comfort him, and then
+brokenly he told her all that had happened. At five o'clock Mr. Rivers
+became suddenly worse. The doctor had stayed with him, and only sent
+home his carriage, and when he saw the change he sent for the boys at
+once. Eddie was in the library, Bertie was out in the grounds. "But it
+was all the same," the lad added, brokenly; "he was quite unconscious
+when Eddie reached the room. I was there half an hour after, but he
+never spoke, and now it's all over! Oh, Agnes! what shall we do? I can't
+believe papa is dead!"
+
+"Telegraph for Aunt Amy and Uncle Clair," she replied, with the
+promptness of a person used to act in an emergency; and then Bertie, who
+had never thought of that, rushed off to the library to suggest it to
+his brother, who seemed quite dazed by the sudden calamity, while Mrs.
+Mittens entered the dining-room also in search of Agnes.
+
+"It's all over, dearie; the master meant to go on a journey; instead, an
+unexpected guest came to him. I'm all dazed and scared like, and can
+hardly realise it yet; and would you believe it? four gentlemen came
+from London this evening to see your uncle, and not one of them would
+believe he was 'gone' till they saw him lying there so still and
+restful, and one of them now acts just as if he was master of this
+house, so I suppose he must be Master Edward's guardian. But I do wish
+there was some one here to manage things!"
+
+"Send for Aunt Amy," Agnes suggested again; and the housekeeper seized
+the idea gladly.
+
+"That I will, dearie, and for Mr. Gregory too, first thing to-morrow
+morning. Surely, child, you have an old head on young shoulders! Now
+come and help me to comfort the poor darling boys. Ah! Miss Agnes, you
+are all orphans together now; and I how things are going to end is more
+than I know!"
+
+(_To be continued._)
+
+
+
+
+About Some Famous Railway Trains.
+
+SOME FAMOUS RAILWAY TRAINS AND THEIR STORY.
+
+_By_ HENRY FRITH.
+
+I.--THE "FLYING DUTCHMAN."
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+"Where to, sir?" said the cab-driver, touching his hat.
+
+"Great Western, please, Paddington," we replied, and in a moment the
+trap of the hansom was shut, and we were bowling along Piccadilly.
+
+A civil porter received us at Paddington Station, and took our luggage
+for Swindon. We are going no farther to-day, because we want to see the
+"Flying Dutchman," not only "flying," but at rest. So first we secure a
+seat and then walk down the platform. We have some minutes to spare; the
+clock points to 11.38; we must start at 11.45 by the Great Western
+express, the "Dutchman," as it is familiarly called, after that
+mysterious sailor who came and went with such alarming celerity.
+
+Here we are then, the summer holidays before us; and perhaps many of the
+readers of LITTLE FOLKS will be travelling by the "Flying (railway)
+Dutchman," by the time these lines are before them. Come with me and
+look at our big "iron horse," which will pull us to Swindon at the
+average speed of fifty-three miles an hour, which means at times the
+fine rate of sixty miles an hour.
+
+Our "Dutchman's" engine on this occasion is named "Crimea," and a fine
+fellow he is. This engine has eight wheels; two immense "driving wheels"
+eight feet high, more than twenty-four feet round, so each time that
+wheel revolves we travel (say) twenty-five feet, and when we are in full
+swing we shall go about _thirty yards a second!_ The 11.45 down train
+from Paddington, and the corresponding up train from Exeter, are the two
+"Flying Dutchmen." There are two other trains which run equally fast, up
+and down in the afternoon. These are the "Zulu" trains, for they were
+started as expresses at the time the Prince Imperial was killed in
+Zululand.
+
+The great engine waits at the end of the platform, and as we are good
+little people--like the fairies--we will jump up on the foot-plate of
+the "Crimea" locomotive, and no one will notice us. Give me your
+hand--there. Now you are standing on the foot-plate; the engine-tender,
+full of water and topped with coal, is behind you, the great high boiler
+with the furnace is in front. That long handle which comes from the
+middle of the boiler on a level with your little head is the regulator,
+which when pulled out lets the steam into the cylinders, and it then
+moves the pistons and rods, and they move the big eight-feet wheels.
+Perhaps, when we reach Swindon workshops, we shall go underneath an
+engine and see the machinery.
+
+"What is that other handle?" you say. That is "the lever." It is at the
+side next the engine-driver, you see, and he can pull it back so as to
+save his steam, and not use too much; he "expands" it and makes a little
+keep the train going after it has once got into its pace. There are the
+steam and water "gauges," to tell the "driver" and fireman when the
+steam is at proper pressure, and when the water is high enough in the
+boiler. The steam gauge is like a clock, or an Aneroid barometer, right
+before the driver. Those other handles near it are the whistle-handles.
+One whistle is small, and very shrill, to warn people on the line, and
+to tell people the train is coming. The other is a deep-toned booming
+whistle which tells of danger perhaps, and when blown means "Stop the
+train, there is obstruction in front."
+
+"Crimea" is now ready. The engine-driver pulls open the regulator, and
+we glide back and are attached to the train. We have air-breaks worked
+on the engine, vacuum-breaks which can pull us up quickly, and when all
+the connections are made the "Flying Dutchman" is ready; he is harnessed
+to his eight coaches full of people--the solemn and sorry; the glad and
+the cheerful; and boys and girls, going on all sorts of errands.
+
+"Right!" says the station-superintendent.
+
+The clock over the platform is exactly 11.45 a.m. The fireman, who is
+looking on, says "Right, Tom," the guard whistles, then the driver
+touches the small whistle-handle in front; a shrill scream rouses the
+many sleeping echoes in the roof, where they had got to be out of the
+way perhaps, and the engine-driver opens the regulator valve--"Crimea"
+fizzes a little in front of the cylinders. Off we go!
+
+"Puff-puff," slowly at first, in a solemn and majestic manner. We cannot
+expect such big wheels to hurry themselves. Under the bridge, puffing a
+little more quickly, then we rattle through Westbourne Park and by
+Wormwood Scrubs. Puff-puffing much more quickly now, but not quite so
+loudly, as the driver has pulled the lever back and the steam goes up
+with less force through the chimney: working quietly. Away, away, on our
+iron steed through Ealing and Hanwell--across the viaduct over the River
+Brent, which runs to Brentford--past the pretty church and the dull
+lunatic asylum, and so on to Slough, which is passed in twenty-three
+minutes after quitting Paddington. Then we reach Taplow, and have just
+fifty-five miles to do within the hour. "Crimea" rushes across the
+Thames below Maidenhead, with a parting roar, but we shall meet the
+river again soon, and run alongside it, by picturesque Pangbourne,
+Goring, and Moulsford.
+
+Are we stopping? No, we are only just slackening for Reading. But we
+cannot wait. The "Flying Dutchman" has only done about thirty-six of his
+seventy-seven miles; he has been forty-two minutes already, and has got
+forty-five minutes left to reach Swindon. A long shriek, and Reading is
+behind us; then the river flashes out between the trees.
+
+Hurrah! Hurrah! Didcot with its Banbury cakes and tumble-down station is
+passed. Hurrah for the "Flying Dutchman," running easily and smoothly,
+sixty miles an hour, well within himself. He is not tired, he does not
+pant or whistle, he goes calmly, swiftly along.... Here is Swindon--what
+o'clock is it? Look! Twelve minutes past one! "Crimea" is punctual to
+the minute. Well done, "Dutchman!"
+
+Good-bye, "Crimea," we are going to see your friends in the shops; we
+are going to hear some anecdotes of your powers, and your friends'
+speedy runs or adventures. We are going to be introduced to "Lightning,"
+"Inkerman," and the "Morning Star," the first engine made for the
+railway by George Stephenson.
+
+At the works we are courteously received and conducted to the various
+shops devoted to the manufacture of the engines and carriages--the
+wheels, whistles, rails, cranks, and cylinders, and everything else
+connected with the rolling-stock, which brings in money to the
+shareholders, and proves that if "a rolling stone gathers no moss,"
+rolling-stock does in plenty. Here we find young gentlemen who are
+pupils and apprentices at work learning mechanical engineering, and how
+to make the future "Flying Dutchmen" and "Zulus."
+
+We see the old "nine feet" Bristol and Exeter engines, and are told how
+one once went off the line with the "Dutchman" long ago; but it was a
+trifling accident. Our "Dutchman," though he flies, is pretty safe; and
+runs free from accident. We see an engine whose boiler burst the other
+day, but fortunately hurt no one much. This engine looks very much
+ashamed of itself in the shed, and has had to submit to a severe
+operation to put it right again, which, perhaps, will be a lesson to it
+in future.
+
+Then we go under the engines and see the machinery, which works so
+easily; and then we sit down, and ask the driver whether any adventures
+have happened with the "Flying Dutchman."
+
+"Nothing particular; but I can tell you a story about the railway which
+will amuse you. It happened several years ago--but I won't tell you
+where exactly, sir."
+
+"Let us hear the tale," we said.
+
+"It was in my father's time, before I was a driver, that it happened. An
+aunt of mine--a youngish woman then--was travelling by the G. W. R.
+('Great Way Round' they used to call us), when a young man entered the
+carriage, where she was sitting alone, and asked where the train stopped
+first. This was (say) at Paddington. My aunt said 'Reading' was the
+first station, and the train immediately started.
+
+"'Excuse me, ma'am,' said the gentleman; 'but will you oblige me by
+cutting my hair a little.'
+
+"My aunt thought the man was mad, but being alarmed by his manner,
+consented.
+
+"Then the young man changed his coat, his collar, his waistcoat, and
+tie. He put on a pair of spectacles, and when my aunt dared to look at
+him he was for all the world like a clergyman--an elderly gentleman in
+spectacles!
+
+"'Now,' said he; 'you must promise to be quiet, and never contradict me.
+If you do you will rue it.' So my aunt--she was young then--promised,
+and before they reached Reading the train was stopped. A guard and a
+constable came up, and looked into every carriage.
+
+"'Have you the tickets, dear?' said the man to my aunt.
+
+"'All right, sir,' said the guard. 'We don't want to disturb you at all.
+We are looking for some one else.'
+
+"The train went on, but the 'old' clergyman, as he seemed, left the
+train at Reading. He had committed forgery, but by disguising himself,
+escaped. 'Clever rogue,' was he not?"
+
+By the time we had heard this tale we were at Swindon Station again
+waiting for the "Zulu," for we are bound for Bath and Bristol. Here it
+comes just as the other train came, very punctually. We take a farewell
+of our friend, and as we pass the shops on our way, we jot down in our
+note-book what we have seen, and some of our pleasant experiences of the
+"Flying Dutchman."
+
+
+
+
+Mornings at the Zoo.
+
+MORNINGS AT THE ZOO.
+
+VI.--THE STORK FAMILY.
+
+
+Whatever they may be in their native countries, the Storks at the
+Zoological Gardens, London, are lone and melancholy birds. They seem to
+take their pleasure sadly--as was once said of the English folk--but
+they look so much like very wise and profound philosophers that perhaps
+they view life gravely because they have themselves realised in their
+own experience how serious a matter it is. In the Gardens they appear to
+lead a hermit's existence. They are treated with severe neglect by the
+bulk of the visitors, though possibly they consider the respect of an
+occasional distinguished Royal Academician of greater value than the
+homage of an indifferent multitude.
+
+Yet in other lands than ours the Stork family is held in high honour. In
+many parts of the Continent they are encouraged to build their nests in
+chimneys, steeples, and trees near dwellings. Indeed, as an inducement
+to them to pitch their quarters on the houses, boxes are sometimes
+erected on the roofs, and happy is the household which thus secures the
+patronage of a stork. Some of the people among whom they sojourn during
+the warm summer days regard the presence of the bird as a kind of
+safeguard against fire. And as an illustration of their love for their
+young, a story is told of a stork which, rather than desert its helpless
+offspring during a conflagration in Delft, in Holland, remained
+heroically by their side and perished with them in the flames.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+In Morocco and in Eastern countries also storks are looked upon as
+sacred birds. And with good reason, for they render very useful service
+both as scavengers and as slayers of snakes and other reptiles. In most
+of the towns a storks' hospital will be found. It consists of an
+enclosure to which are sent all birds that have been injured. They are
+kept in this infirmary--which is generally supported by voluntary
+contributions--until they have regained health and strength. To kill a
+stork is regarded as an offence. In Sweden also the stork is held as
+holy, there being a legend in that country to the effect that this bird
+flew around the cross of Christ, crying "Styrka!" "Styrka!"
+("Strengthen!" "Strengthen!") But, as Dr. Brewer points out, this
+tradition clashes with fact, inasmuch as stork's have no voice. For the
+valuable offices which they perform in the removal of garbage they are,
+in some countries, protected by law. At one time the White Stork was a
+pretty common bird in England, where it helped the farmers by clearing
+the soil of noxious insects. It disappeared, however, partly because it
+was subjected to a good deal of persecution, but mainly because an
+improved method of agriculture took away its occupation.
+
+In India the stork's cousin is called the Adjutant, and a very
+appropriate name it is. It is a familiar figure in most of the towns and
+villages where its scavenging is of the greatest use. But the adjutant
+is not endowed with so much wisdom as we should naturally expect such a
+serviceable bird to possess. The following notes about an adjutant's
+curious ways have been sent to the Editor of LITTLE FOLKS by a lady in
+Calcutta, and will be read with interest.
+
+"When the rainy season comes in Calcutta, the adjutants are soon seen
+resting on one leg on the house-tops, kneeling in all kinds of funny
+places, or stalking very grandly through the wet grass. Sometimes in the
+dim lamp-light they look as they stand about on the edge of the flat
+roofs like stiff, badly-arranged ornaments, and sometimes ten or twelve
+settle on some tree, when it seems as if their heavy bodies must weigh
+it down.
+
+"They do not often come in numbers into the gardens of houses or the
+outskirts of the town, but one was a very faithful visitor for a little
+while in the neighbourhood of a house which was not at all central. This
+house has a garden or compound, as Indians would say, which is connected
+by a gate with a large square containing a large tank. There are many of
+these tanks, in appearance like ponds or reservoirs at home, about
+Calcutta and the neighbourhood. The natives fetch water to drink from
+all, and in some they bathe and wash clothes. The tank now to be
+described is enclosed by a wall with gates to the main road and into the
+compounds of houses which come up to it. Round the tank is a broad
+gravel-walk, and on either side the walk grows long rank grass. Frogs
+abound in this grass, and crickets come out of holes in the ground, and
+make a terrible whistling at night. For some time no adjutants appeared
+in this tank square to feast on the rich supply of frogs; but at last
+one day an adjutant was seen walking down the grass. With
+self-important step and craning his long neck forward, he came slowly
+on, hurrying a little when some frightened frog foolishly made a hop out
+of his way. At last he reached a gate leading into one of the private
+compounds, and there he paused. What he saw inside no one can guess, as
+the grass is kept short; and except in one corner far, far away from the
+gate, there were not half the fine fat frogs that Mr. Adjutant might
+have found on his own side of the gate. Whatever he saw, certainly the
+bird longed to get through. He poked his head through the bars as far as
+he could on one side, took two steps to the other and tried that, back
+again to the first, and so on, till that foolish, foolish bird had
+walked twenty times to and fro. Then he went off in a huff, and stood on
+one leg near the tank till dark, when it is to be hoped he recovered his
+temper. About the same hour next day back came the adjutant to repeat
+his yesterday's performance, except that he walked slowly round the tank
+instead of standing on one leg when he found it a failure. Perhaps he
+was thinking the thing over. He did not think to much purpose, for day
+after day for more than a week back came the adjutant to walk like a
+soldier on duty up and down, up and down, poking his head through the
+bars each time. Sometimes he did it a score of times, sometimes only two
+or three. After ten days he disappeared. Where is he? Has he gone to
+find a blacksmith among the adjutants? or have his brother adjutants had
+him shut up till he has sense to know the best way for a bird with wings
+is, not to try to get through narrow bars, but to fly over the top?"
+
+Unlike its white cousin, the Black Stork rather avoids the society of
+man, frequenting solitary places and building its nest on the very top
+of the very tallest trees. It is really, however, not an unamiable bird,
+as was proved by Colonel Montagu in the case of one which he managed to
+catch by means of a slight wound in the wing, and which lived with him
+for upwards of a year. It used to follow its feeder about, and displayed
+a most inoffensive disposition. With other birds it was on terms, of
+peace, and goodwill, never threatening them with its big, strong bill.
+An excellent angler, its skill in capture was seen to greatest advantage
+when it had to encounter an unusually slippery eel.
+
+Canon Tristram observed black storks among the shallows of the Dead Sea,
+to which their prey was brought down by tributary streams. Surely no
+picture more suggestive of utter solitude could be imagined than this of
+the black storks, lovers of loneliness, fishing on the silent shores of
+the Dead Sea.
+
+JAMES A. MANSON.
+
+
+
+
+The Children's Own Garden.
+
+THE CHILDREN'S OWN GARDEN IN JULY.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+July being generally the hottest month of the year, plenty of water is
+an important thing in connection with Gardening, and as we have
+previously recommended, apply it right and left, to shrubs, grass,
+trees, flowers, and walks. It is most important for the leaves and stems
+of plants to be perfectly free from dust and dirt, as this is one of the
+very first steps to securing a strong, healthy, and vigorous growth. A
+writer once described the pleasure in dry weather of attaching a hose to
+a main and sending a stream of water over and on to the tops of the
+young trees and shrubs as well worth �100 a year to any lover of Nature.
+A great drawback to town gardens, or gardens situated near crowded
+thoroughfares, is that the plants there grown are almost invariably
+smothered with dust: under such circumstances successful gardening
+becomes simply a matter of impossibility, as hardly any plants will
+thrive, or even live, under such conditions. A proper site is,
+therefore, a matter of primary importance.
+
+                *       *       *       *       *
+
+There is, however, plenty of work, other than watering, to be done this
+month. Seed of a great number of plants should now be saved and
+carefully placed in dry cool places until the time arrives for sowing
+them. Cuttings of a multitude of perennials ought now to be secured and
+immediately planted: those of such important plants as chrysanthemums,
+pansies, snapdragons, stocks, and wallflowers, in particular; divisions
+of auriculas and polyanthuses may now be made. If a cold frame be
+available, utilise the same by keeping cuttings of the very hardy sorts
+in it until they have thoroughly rooted, and transfer them to the open
+border. Less hardy plants will need a protection of some sort through
+the winter, and few things are more suitable for such a purpose than a
+frost-proof frame, where air can be plentifully given every time the
+state of the weather admits.
+
+                *       *       *       *       *
+
+Dahlias will be now coming into full glory, and as the first three or
+four flowers are usually worthless, cut them off before they fully
+expand. Hollyhocks may now be frequently supplied with liquid manure.
+Rose-trees will require looking after: give them plenty of rich food,
+and, when the "perpetual" flowering section has done blooming, cut back
+each shoot to about two or three buds from its base. Small pieces of
+grass will periodically need mowing, and this ought to be done with a
+proper mowing-machine, as a pair of shears invariably causes an
+irregular and jagged after-growth. All unsightly vegetation, such as
+dead leaves or flowers, dried up stems, &c., must be promptly removed;
+weeds ought not to be allowed to grow a second pair of leaves--much less
+to flower--before being exterminated. Trailing and climbing plants,
+especially roses, will need careful attention, and keeping within
+bounds: straggly or weakly shoots must be at once cut away.
+
+                *       *       *       *       *
+
+The most important requirement just now in the kitchen-garden is water:
+during hot weather completely saturate the ground with it. July is not a
+very brisk month in the Children's Kitchen-garden; however, seeds of
+such useful salads as lettuce and radish may still be sown; and a few
+dwarf French beans can be put in if there is sufficient room. By sowing
+a small quantity of the early sorts of peas, it is just possible to
+obtain a fair crop, and particularly so if the autumn holds fine.
+
+                *       *       *       *       *
+
+It may not be amiss to make a few remarks as regards gathering fruit,
+flowers, and vegetables, as this is a much more important matter than is
+usually thought. In gathering such salads as cress or mustard, and fruit
+of every sort, an absolute rule is to exercise the utmost care; and such
+"telltales" as broken branches, mutilated stems, and salads--cress, for
+example--entirely up-rooted, will at once proclaim a slovenly method of
+gardening. This, above all things, must be avoided. Skilful gardeners,
+whether amateur or professional, will sever a flower with so much care
+that its parent plant will scarcely be seen to shake whilst undergoing
+the operation. In gathering peas, most people tug and pull at these as
+if anxious to see how much strength the pods _can_ possibly bear. In
+this instance, as in others where the same carelessness is employed, the
+plants get severely disturbed, and a consequent short crop is put down
+to the score of bad seed. Neatness, order, and care are principles of
+great moment in Gardening.
+
+
+
+
+A SUMMER HOUR.
+
+[Illustration: "'TIS HERE THE CHILDREN LOVE TO COME" (_p. 45_).]
+
+
+  A wide expanse of yellow sand,
+    A breeze so fresh and free,
+  Which, gently rippling, scarcely wakes
+    The calm and tranquil sea.
+
+  Beneath the clear and shining wave
+    Bright shells and sea-weeds lie,
+  Reflecting all the golden light
+    Of the sweet summer sky.
+
+  And many a crystal pool is there,
+    Where hermits lurk below,
+  And restless shrimps in coat of mail
+    Flash swiftly to and fro.
+
+  A noon-day hush is over all,
+    Unbroken by a sound;
+  Till ... sudden peals of baby mirth
+    Wake all the echoes round.
+
+  'Tis here the children love to come,
+    On the bright sand to lie,
+  Or in the gleaming water hold
+    Their mimic revelry.
+
+  Oh, happy hearts! those gladsome day
+    Upon the golden shore
+  Will linger on in memory still,
+    A joy for evermore.
+
+D. B. MCKEAN.
+
+
+
+
+LITTLE MARGARET'S KITCHEN, AND WHAT SHE DID IN IT.--VII.
+
+_By PHILLIS BROWNE, Author of "A Year's Cookery," "What Girls can Do,"
+&c._
+
+
+"I should like my little pupils to learn to roast meat to-day," said
+Mrs. Herbert, as she entered the kitchen where the children were waiting
+for her.
+
+"You will let it be beef, though, won't you?" said Margaret. "If we have
+to cook meat we might as well cook the best kind of meat there is."
+
+"You consider beef the best kind of meat then, do you?" said Mrs.
+Herbert.
+
+"Oh, yes! I should think every one does. Father says there is nothing
+like the roast beef of old England."
+
+"English people generally like roast beef, I know," said Mrs. Herbert.
+"Indeed, they have been so accustomed to take pains with it, that now it
+is often said that English cooks roast well, if they do nothing else
+well."
+
+"It seems to me that there is nothing to do in roasting meat," said
+Margaret. "The fire does all the work; we put the meat down to the fire,
+and in a little time we take it up, and it is done."
+
+"But the right kind of fire for roasting is not always made up in any
+kitchen," said Mrs. Herbert. "The first thing which the cook who intends
+to roast has to see after is the fire; and she ought to make it ready
+quite an hour before she puts the meat down."
+
+"Oh dear, what a trouble!" said Margaret.
+
+"Please, ma'am, I know how to make up a fire for roasting," said Mary.
+"I have done it many a time for my aunt."
+
+"Then tell us what you know about it," said Mrs. Herbert.
+
+"The fire must be a good size, larger than the meat which is to be
+roasted before it. The cinders and dust must be cleared thoroughly away
+from the bottom of the range, the live hot coals must be pushed to the
+front, and the space at the back which is made empty must be filled up
+with knobbly pieces of coal packed closely together, though not so
+closely that the air cannot get through. The hearth must be swept up
+tidily, and the cinders, mixed with a little damped coal-dust, must be
+put at the back on the knobbly pieces of coal, and that is all."
+
+"Very good indeed, Mary," said Mrs. Herbert, "you evidently know all
+about this part of the business."
+
+"But I don't see the good," said Margaret. "Why do we not make up the
+fire when we are ready for it? It would last all the longer."
+
+"Because we want to have the fire clear and bright, not dull and smoky.
+It must be kept bright all the time too, and it must not be allowed to
+get hollow in places. Can you tell us, Mary, what you are to do if the
+fire needs to be mended before the joint is finished?"
+
+"The live coal must be drawn to the front, ma'am, gently, so as not to
+let any cinders go into the dripping-tin," said Mary. "But we ought not
+to let the fire need mending; we must watch it and keep putting cinders
+and pieces of coal on to keep it up."
+
+"You see now, Margaret, how important it is to have the right kind of
+fire," said Mrs. Herbert. "Have you heard that red meat which is to be
+roasted should hang for a while before being cooked?"
+
+"At any rate I have heard people say 'This meat is not tender; it has
+not been hung long enough.'"
+
+"Just so. It is very important that red meats which are to be roasted
+should be left to hang till tender. When we have a cool airy larder, we
+can hang meat for ourselves, when there is no such larder the butcher
+will hang it for us. The time which the meat must hang depends upon the
+weather. In dry cold weather it may hang a long time--two or three
+weeks--but in hot weather it must be quickly cooked, or it will not
+keep. In frosty weather, too, it should be put in a warm kitchen for
+some hours before being roasted, or it will not be tender."
+
+"What do you mean by red meats, ma'am?"
+
+"I mean, Mary, meats red in colour when cut, such as beef, mutton, and
+game. What are called white meats, such as veal, lamb, and pork, will
+not keep, and they therefore have to be cooked when fresh. Can either of
+you tell me what is the first thing to be done when you are going to
+roast meat?"
+
+The little girls thought for a minute, then Mary said, "When we were
+going to boil the leg of mutton we weighed it, that we might know how
+long we were to let it simmer."
+
+"Quite right, Mary. So you must do with this piece of beef. Weigh it and
+then allow for roasting a quarter of an hour for every pound, and a
+quarter of an hour over. If the joint is thick and solid we allow twenty
+minutes to the pound. In fact, we should always have a little
+consultation with ourselves before we begin to roast, and say to
+ourselves, 'Is this meat solid and thick with little bone, or is it thin
+and small?'"
+
+"How long must we give the sirloin of beef?"
+
+"A quarter of an hour to the pound and a quarter of an hour over. Cook
+is now going to put down the dripping-tin and screen for us. I should
+like you to watch her and then try to remember what is necessary. Do you
+notice that she puts a large slice of dripping into the pan first
+thing?"
+
+"What is that for?" said Margaret. "I thought the dripping dropped from
+the fat."
+
+"So it will in a little time, but we want some hot fat to baste the meat
+with immediately. If we put a slice in the tin a few minutes before the
+meat is hung on the hook, the fat will melt and be ready for our
+purpose. Never wash the meat before roasting it. If you do, it will not
+brown properly, and the juices will be drawn out. Some cooks are very
+particular to wash meat, and they say that it is dirty not to do so, for
+we never know by whom meat has been handled. For my part I never feel
+uneasy about meat which has been bought of a good butcher. If I had any
+doubt on the subject I should wipe it well, but not wash it."
+
+"The dripping is quite melted now, mother. Shall we hang the meat on the
+hook, and wind up the jack?" said Margaret.
+
+"Yes, dear; wind the jack before you put the meat up. In hanging the
+meat recollect to put the thickest part downwards, because the heat of
+the fire will be greatest at the bottom. Be careful, too, to pass the
+hook through a secure place where there is little juice, for the flesh
+will give way with cooking, and if you do not provide for this your
+joint may fall into the pan. Do you recollect that when we were boiling
+meat we first plunged the meat into boiling water to harden the albumen
+on the outside so as to make a case to keep in the juices."
+
+"We cannot do that now, though," said Mary.
+
+"We can do something of the same sort. If we put the meat close to the
+fire and baste it with hot fat for a few minutes at the beginning we
+shall harden the outside. Then we may draw it back and roast it more
+slowly till done. Above all things, however, we must be careful to baste
+it well. Stand at one side of the fire, take the fat up carefully with
+the basting-spoon, and pour it over the lean part of the meat. The
+basting-spoon will not become too hot if you put it in a plate by the
+side, not in the tin. If you baste the meat well, it will not shrink or
+become dry and hard, it will be juicy and savoury, and it will be a good
+rich brown colour."
+
+"How quickly the fat melts!" said Mary. "There is plenty of dripping in
+the pan now."
+
+"We will pour a little of the dripping away shortly, for we want to have
+it a good colour," said Mrs. Herbert. "If we let it remain too long
+before the fire it will be burnt and discoloured."
+
+Very patiently and for a long time the little girls basted the roasting
+joint, and at last they were rewarded by seeing it take a rich brown
+colour.
+
+"In another quarter of an hour the beef will be roasted enough, ma'am,"
+at length said Mary, looking at the clock.
+
+"It smells as if it would taste all right, does it not?" said Margaret.
+
+"Now we must prepare for the gravy. Cook has put the dish for the meat
+and the plates where they will get hot, for little girls cannot see
+after everything. In this small saucepan is a little stock made by
+stewing two or three bones and scraps (with no fat whatever), a sprig of
+parsley, a few rings of onion, which have been fried till brown, an inch
+of celery, and five or six peppercorns in water. I do not know whether
+you noticed that this stock has been stewing by the side of the fire
+ever since we came into the kitchen; I have skimmed it every now and
+then, and covered it closely again."
+
+"I noticed it," said Margaret. "I thought it would turn out to be for
+something which we wanted."
+
+"It is for gravy. You see it is a rich deep brown colour, gained from
+the browned onion. We must strain this gravy, put a little salt with it,
+let it boil, then unhook the joint, pour a couple of table-spoonfuls of
+this gravy into the dish, put the rest into a gravy tureen, and serve at
+once. There will be plenty of gravy altogether, if we use that which is
+in the tureen and the dish as well. Besides, our joint has been well
+basted, and is not dry, so gravy will run from the meat into the dish."
+
+"Can't we make gravy from the dripping-tin?"
+
+"We should have had to do so if there had been no stock," said Mrs.
+Herbert. "In that case we should pour out the fat from the tin very
+gently and carefully till we come to the brown sediment at the bottom.
+We should mix with the sediment a breakfast-cupful of boiling water, and
+scrape, with the spoon, any little brown dried specks of gravy there
+might be. When we had obtained as much gravy as possible we should
+strain it into a saucepan and keep it hot till the meat was quite
+ready."
+
+"I am sure father will enjoy this roast beef," said Margaret.
+
+"I hope and think he will," said Mrs. Herbert. "Beef roasted in this way
+before the fire is most excellent. It is, however, not nearly so common
+as it once was, for with the stoves and kitcheners now in use, it is
+easier to bake, or, as it is called, to roast meat in the oven. I
+therefore wanted you to understand the best way of roasting meat, and
+you shall next learn how to roast it in the oven."
+
+(_To be continued._)
+
+
+
+
+HOW PAULINA WON BACK PETER.
+
+A FAIRY STORY.
+
+
+"Bravo! bravo! bravo!"
+
+It was a tiny voice that spoke, sweet and clear as a nightingale's; but
+it was not a nightingale. It was a large brown and scarlet butterfly,
+with a dash of purple in its wings.
+
+The mannikins paused in their gambols, and one made a bow, whilst
+another skipped up the scarlet runner that had suddenly shot up out of
+the ground, and twined in and out in fantastic knots, and brought
+himself to a level with the butterfly.
+
+"If you had but wings!" added the butterfly.
+
+[Illustration: "PETER WAS SITTING UP IN BED."]
+
+  "Wings, ah yes! how we should like them!
+  Then we'd fly so high, so high,
+  Turning somersaults, and fluttering
+  Like----a graceful butterfly."
+
+"Now," continued the mannikin, "as you are an emperor, I really think
+that you might order some wings for us. What do you say?"
+
+"A Red Emperor," observed the butterfly; "but after all there's not much
+in it. It is, you see, all in the name. And I haven't really any power
+whatever to give wings or anything else. For you must know that I am
+under orders myself."
+
+The mannikin looked at the Red Emperor in surprise.
+
+"And you an Emperor?" said he. "Hasn't this scarlet runner sprung up so
+that we might run up it to speak to you?"
+
+"That may or may not be," began the Emperor. "But----"
+
+
+II.
+
+"But what?"
+
+No, the Red Emperor was not speaking now. Somehow the butterfly and the
+mannikins had got into the book that Paulina was reading to Peter.
+
+Peter was sitting up in bed; he had also a book in his hand, and he
+threw it down and sprang out of bed, crying out--
+
+"But what a splendid butterfly!"
+
+"Oh, your sprained ankle, Peter!" cried Paulina.
+
+But Peter was at the window, in fact, half out of it; and his left
+ankle, which was bound up with bandages, suddenly appeared to be quite
+as free from pain as his right ankle, which had nothing whatever the
+matter with it, and he leaned over the window-sill, murmuring--
+
+  "Dancing, prancing.
+  Flitting, glancing,
+  Now retreating, now advancing,
+  Wait, and I will come to you,
+  Through the window, through, through, through."
+
+"Oh, Peter! how can you?" said Paulina.
+
+But Peter was gone, and when Paulina looked out of the window, she could
+see neither him, nor the mannikins, nor the scarlet runner.
+
+Of course she could not, for they were not there. Where had they gone?
+oh where? oh where?
+
+[Illustration: "PAULINA HAD A STICK ... IN HER HAND."]
+
+III.
+
+"Never mind, Paulina; it is a warm summer day."
+
+Was it the great butterfly who spoke? No one else was near, and he was
+sunning himself among the elder blossoms.
+
+  "Ho, ho, ho! away they go,
+  High and low, swift and slow,
+  Over and over, heels over head,
+  Peter and all the mannikins red."
+
+Paulina now listened breathlessly.
+
+"That is to say, the mannikins have red jackets and caps, and they are
+rolling along so fast, with Peter in the midst of them, that you will
+find it quite impossible to overtake them."
+
+"Are you speaking to me?" said Paulina.
+
+"Of course I am. Can't you hear what I am saying? I am the Red Emperor."
+
+"Then please, good Mr. Red Emperor, fly away, and tell Peter to come
+home again."
+
+"I am an Emperor," replied the butterfly, "and I cannot be ordered by a
+little girl. You must get back Peter yourself."
+
+"But I can't see Peter. Where is he?"
+
+  "He's out of sight, oh quite! oh quite!
+  And up in cloudland such a height!
+  He's in a state of much delight,
+  But you must get him home ere night."
+
+"But I can't get to cloudland."
+
+"Of course not, you're much too heavy."
+
+Paulina began to cry.
+
+"If you make such a dreadful noise I shall fly away. Otherwise I shall
+stay, and tell you what to do in order to get Peter back."
+
+"I will do anything in the world," said Paulina; "whatever you tell me
+to do I will at once do."
+
+"There is but one thing to do--you must become an artist."
+
+"That is impossible," sobbed Paulina. "What shall I do? What shall I
+do?"
+
+"Take off that prim little cap. Tie up your hair with black ribbon, and
+put on a blouse. Then you will be an artist."
+
+"But I've never learned to draw."
+
+"Pooh!" said the Red Emperor.
+
+
+IV.
+
+Paulina did not know where she was or how she came there, but she found
+herself before a wall on which hung a scroll with a face roughly
+sketched upon it. Paulina had a stick with a bit of chalk at the end of
+it in her hand, and she did not know whether she had drawn the face or
+not.
+
+"Perhaps I did," said she. "I think it is a likeness of the moon."
+
+"Pooh!" answered a voice.
+
+Paulina knew that it was not the Red Emperor, for he had flown away. She
+looked round, but there was no one to be seen. Still the voice went on
+speaking--
+
+  "It's the sun but just begun;
+  When it's done there will be fun.
+  Mannikins in red and blue,
+  Will bring something good for you."
+
+"Who are you? where are you?" asked Paulina. "And do you know anything
+of Peter? He went with the mannikins."
+
+[Illustration: "PAULINA ... BEGAN TO PUT ON THE COLOUR."]
+
+"Yes, up in the clouds with them. I saw him. The clouds were drifting
+hither and thither, and he could not keep steady upon them, so he
+tumbled down to the earth again."
+
+"Oh dear! Oh dear! What a fall he must have had!"
+
+Paulina heard a curious whistling, crackling laugh that seemed to go off
+in gusts: puff, puff! blow, blow, blow! phew, phew! And then it subsided
+into a gentle whistle.
+
+"It's nothing to laugh at," said Paulina. "He'll catch cold, and he must
+be very much hurt."
+
+"No he isn't; he has hurt some one else instead. I saw him standing over
+the boy that he had knocked down."
+
+"He was always fighting," murmured Paulina.
+
+"And he had on a full suit of blue clothes," said the voice, "and
+striped stockings and a white collar."
+
+"Blue! That's his best suit. How did he get it?"
+
+"I don't know everything," replied the Wind, for it was the Wind who was
+speaking to Paulina; "but
+
+  I boxed his ears, and ruffled his hair,
+  And left him standing astonished there."
+
+"Oh!" ejaculated Paulina. "How can I get him home again?"
+
+The Wind whistled for a short time, and then answered--
+
+"By getting a palette, and brushes, and paint, and canvas, and becoming
+an artist. What is the use of wearing a blouse and long stockings, and
+having your hair tied with black ribbon, if you are not going to be an
+artist?"
+
+
+V.
+
+The Wind had gone away, the scroll with the sun's face drawn upon it
+had vanished, and Paulina was not where she had been a few moments
+before. She did not know where she was, and everything seemed to be
+going the wrong way; but she saw the Red Emperor resting upon a
+rosebush, so she felt that she was not without a friend.
+
+"I've been waiting for hours," said the Red Emperor testily, "and so has
+the easel, also the paints and palette; and the canvas is stretched and
+the sketch made. You have nothing to do but to mount up to your seat,
+and fill in with colours. Shade away, beginning at the left corner, and
+make haste."
+
+Paulina looked at the canvas, upon which was the outline of a figure
+reclining upon a rock. She was going to say she could not shade it, when
+the Red Emperor said sternly--
+
+"No nonsense! Mount to the seat and paint as fast as you can, for if the
+painting is not finished before the stars come out, Peter will never
+come home again."
+
+Paulina scrambled up; she took the palette in one hand, the brush in the
+other, and began to put on the colour as fast as she could. She did not
+take any pains, but dabbed away, beginning in the left-hand corner. She
+scarcely looked at what she was doing; but somehow or other it answered,
+and the picture progressed rapidly. Paulina herself was surprised, but
+she knew that she must lose no time, for the stars were only waiting for
+the twilight.
+
+"The evening star, oh! don't let it come," said a very tiny little
+voice, that sounded like Peter's, a long way off; and it went on
+saying--
+
+  "Oh, Paulina! I have been a
+    Naughty boy, I know.
+  Don't look up and don't look down, dear,
+    On with the painting go."
+
+[Illustration: "STANDING OVER THE BOY" (_p. 49_).]
+
+"I should be dizzy if I looked down: I'm so very high up," answered
+Paulina; "but I should like to know where you are, Peter."
+
+"Never mind where he is," said the Red Emperor, "so that he is
+somewhere; that is enough for you. He is not far off. You will descend
+as the picture draws near completion, and at the last stroke of your
+brush you will see him. Obey me, or Peter will vanish away, and you will
+never see him again."
+
+Again Peter's voice was heard--
+
+"Yes, I'm near you, but I've grown very small; the Wind shook me about
+till I was only half the size I ought to be, just for knocking down a
+boy who came in my way. Go on, Paulina; paint away, make no delay, or I
+shall have to go away."
+
+And the Red Emperor also said, "Go on."
+
+
+VI.
+
+And Paulina went on with her work. Her palette was almost clean, so
+thoroughly had she used up all the colours upon it, and the painting
+only wanted a few more touches, which she added carefully. Then she drew
+a little backward to take a view of her picture. She closed her eyes for
+a moment, the better to consider the subject, and when she opened them,
+the picture, the easel, the palette, and brushes had disappeared, and
+she was standing in a garden where roses and lilies and red carnations
+were growing, and fountains were sending up cool white spray. The Red
+Emperor was there also.
+
+And beside Paulina there stood Peter himself.
+
+"I am my proper size again," said he. "It's been all a very wonderful
+journey, and I've seen wonderful sights."
+
+Paulina kissed him, saying--
+
+  "Peter, let us happy be
+    With one another;
+  Henceforth be content with me,
+    Little brother."
+
+"Of course he must be content," said the Red Emperor severely.
+
+"Of course he must," echoed the Wind, "if not, I shall whirl him away to
+the top of a mountain."
+
+[Illustration: "ONE OF THE MANNIKINS TUMBLED."]
+
+"Of course he must," said two mannikins who suddenly appeared in sight,
+rolling and pushing along what seemed to Paulina to be the half of a
+large orange.
+
+Not that it was anything of the sort.
+
+      "It's a casket of gold
+      From the caverns old,
+  Where the dwarfs are working for ever.
+      All that it doth hold,
+      If you should be told,
+  Oh! would you believe it? no, never!"
+
+And one of the mannikins tumbled over it, and turned somersaults, and
+rolled it up to Paulina.
+
+And then the Wind whispered very softly to her--
+
+  "Little maid, I told you true,
+  Mannikins in red and blue
+  Would bring something good for you
+  If the painting well were done
+  Ere the setting of the sun."
+
+"Yes, yes," said Paulina; "it's all true; but the painting's gone, and
+it all seems like a dream; and I've got Peter back, and his ankle's
+well. But how did he get his blue suit?"
+
+But that neither the Red Emperor nor the Wind told her; neither did
+Peter, for when she asked him the question he only said--
+
+"I don't know!"
+
+JULIA GODDARD.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: THE EDITOR'S POCKET-BOOK.
+
+JOTTINGS AND PENCILLINGS, HERE, THERE, AND EVERYWHERE]
+
+
+The Natural Bridge, Virginia.
+
+The two greatest natural curiosities--if one may use the phrase in this
+connection--in North America are the Falls of Niagara and the Natural
+Bridge in Virginia. A picture of the latter will be seen in our new
+heading. It is an arch cut, so to speak, out of the rock, and stands
+upwards of two hundred feet above the ground below. How it originated
+has been a kind of puzzle, some urging that the rock was hollowed by an
+earthquake, others that the bridge is the result of the action of water.
+Unfortunately for these conjectures no ruins are to be seen beneath. The
+bridge has formed the scene of several hair-breadth escapes.
+
+
+The Colossus of Rhodes.
+
+The city of Rhodes is situated on the island of that name, which lies
+some twelve miles from the coast of Asia Minor. It was founded four
+hundred years before the birth of Christ, and, among other things, was
+noted for its Colossus--pictured in our heading--which was reckoned to
+be one of the Seven Wonders of the ancient world. The Colossus was a
+gigantic statue in brass of Helios, or the Sun, and stood at the
+entrance of one of the ports. It was 105 feet high. According to one
+belief--which, however, is now abandoned--the Colossus bestrode the
+harbour, one foot resting upon a pier at one side, the other upon a pier
+at the other, while the figure itself was so lofty that ships in full
+sail could pass underneath the outstretched legs. Sixty years after it
+was built it was thrown down by an earthquake.
+
+
+Chinese Palanquins.
+
+A favourite mode of travelling in China and other countries of the East
+is by palanquin, which is a kind of wooden box, about twice as long as
+it is high, with shutters and other appliances to make it comfortable.
+The palanquin is carried by porters--just as in the drawing given above.
+The vehicle is furnished inside with a mattress--on which the traveller
+reclines--and cushions, and is also fitted with shelves and drawers.
+Travelling is continued day and night. There are different kinds of
+palanquins, some resembling the sedan chairs that used to be fashionable
+in England.
+
+
+The Flamingo.
+
+This queer bird--also shown in the heading above--is found in the
+tropical and temperate regions of the globe, and frequents marshes and
+shallow lakes. In deep water flamingoes swim, but they prefer to wade,
+for then they can bend down their necks and rake the bottom with their
+peculiar-shaped bill in search of food. Flocks of these birds, with
+their red plumage, when seen from a distance, have been likened by
+observers to troops of soldiers.
+
+
+"God's Providence House."
+
+The house represented in the new heading, and bearing the above quaint
+name, is situated in Chester, a city famed for its picturesque old
+buildings. It is built of timber and brick, and upon the beam supporting
+the second floor is carved "God's Providence is mine Inheritance, 1652."
+It is supposed that Chester was visited with plague in that year, and
+that this house was the only one which escaped the pestilence. Hence
+arose the pious inscription of the grateful tenant.
+
+
+An Ancient Monster.
+
+Once upon a time, so long ago that I cannot tell when, strange creatures
+lived on land and sea. They have all died out now, but their bones are
+sometimes found in a fossil state, and by means of them scientific men
+have been able to construct, or piece together, as it were, these
+old-world monsters. You will see the picture of one of them in the new
+Pocket-book heading. It is called by the long name "Ichthyosaurus"--a
+Greek term meaning "fish-reptile." This animal was a huge creature
+something like a crocodile, with four paddles and a tail, and its native
+element was water. It had a large head with big eyes, and its jaws were
+well filled with terrible teeth. It possessed features in common with
+fishes as well as with reptiles, and hence its compound name.
+
+
+Arabs of the Soudan.
+
+Little folk who read their newspapers know something of the dauntless
+courage of the Soudanese Arabs. The Soudan is a desert of vast extent,
+partly bordering upon the boundaries of Upper Egypt. It is inhabited by
+wandering Arabs and some other peoples. They are, most of them, quite
+fearless, and even when opposed to British forces have shown a courage
+worthy of their foes. Armed--like the one drawn in our heading--with
+spear and shield--for but a few of them owned rifles and fired them
+unskilfully--they rushed again and again right up to the serried ranks
+of the British soldiers. These Arabs have several vices, but no one has
+denied them the highest degree of bravery.
+
+
+A Lesson in Charity.
+
+It is related of the late Mr. Peter Cooper, an American benefactor, that
+he was one day watching the pupils in the portrait class connected with
+the Women's Art School of Cooper Institute. About thirty pupils were
+engaged in drawing likenesses of the same model from various points of
+view--some in profile, some full face, some nearer and others farther
+from the light, and so forth. After studying the scene for a while Mr.
+Cooper said, "Such a sight as this should be a lesson in charity, when
+we perceive how the same person may be so different, according to the
+way he is looked at by various people."
+
+
+The Busy Bee.
+
+Few little folk have any idea of the labour that bees have to expend in
+the gathering of honey. Here is a calculation, which will show how
+industrious the "busy" bee really is. Let us suppose the insects confine
+their attentions to clover-fields. Each head of clover contains about
+sixty separate flower-tubes, in each of which is a portion of sugar not
+exceeding the five-hundredth part of a grain. Therefore, before one
+grain of sugar can be got, the bee must insert its proboscis into 500
+clover-tubes. Now there are 7,000 grains in a pound, so that it follows
+that 3,500,000 clover-tubes must be sucked in order to obtain but one
+pound of honey.
+
+
+The Dwarf Trees of China.
+
+In China, that land of curiosities, may be seen oaks, chestnuts, pines,
+and cedars growing in flowerpots, and fifty years old, but not twelve
+inches high! They take the young plant, cut off its tap-root, and place
+it in a basin of good soil kept well watered. Should it grow too
+rapidly, they dig down and shorten in several roots. Year by year the
+leaves grow smaller, and in course of time the trees become little
+dwarfs, and are made pets of like canaries and dogs.
+
+
+What is the "Lake School"?
+
+In reading about poets and poetry, you will sometimes find an allusion
+to the "Lake School." This was the term applied by a writer in the
+_Edinburgh Review_ to Wordsworth, Southey, and Coleridge, because they
+resided in the lake district of Cumberland and Westmoreland, and
+because--though their works differed in many respects from each
+other--they sought for inspiration in the simplicity of Nature rather
+than in the study of other poets, or of the prevailing fashion.
+
+
+The Cuckoo's Fag.
+
+Tom Brown, as readers will remember, was in deep trouble at Rugby about
+the fagging system in vogue during his "school-days." Many things have
+happened since then, and amongst others a marked improvement in fagging.
+The cruelty and insolence and selfishness of it have disappeared, and
+the system itself will one day die out. As regards boys, so far so good.
+Among some feathered folk, however, fagging flourishes in full vigour;
+and so long as there are cuckoos so long will there be fags. Many birds
+are imposed upon, one of the commonest victims being the hedge-sparrow.
+For days a sparrow has been watched while it fed a hungry complaining
+intruder. It used to fly on the cuckoo's back and then, standing on its
+head and leaning downwards, give it a caterpillar. The tit-bit having
+been greedily snatched and devoured, the cuckoo would peck fiercely at
+its tiny attendant--bidding it, as it were, fetch more food and not be
+long about it. Wordsworth tells us in a famous line that "the child is
+father of the man," and no apter illustration of this truth could be
+found than the cuckoo. Let us trace his early life history, and to begin
+with, peep into, say, a wagtail's nest. It contains a few eggs all
+seemingly alike. In due time they are hatched, and you at once notice
+that one of the baby birds is quite different from the rest. It is
+blind, naked, yellowish, and ugly, and ere long will prove itself a
+monster. How did it come to be born there? Well, you must know that it
+is a young cuckoo.
+
+[Illustration: THE CUCKOO'S FAG. (_See p. 52_.)]
+
+Now, its mother has several bad habits. For instance, she does not make
+a nest, but lays her egg on the ground, and then places it in a nest
+where there are others like the one she has laid. She is cunning, you
+see, as well as lazy and cruel; for she has, like a thief in the night,
+introduced into an innocent home a real tyrant. The young cuckoo soon
+reveals its true character. It begins by edging the wee wagtails to the
+side of the nest and then turning them out one by one. Of course the
+little things thus thrown over fall to the ground and die, but even if
+some kind person were to restore them to their home, they would be again
+bundled out in the same brutal fashion. Having got rid of the children
+of the rightful owners of the nest the ruthless sneak speedily cries for
+food; and the parents of the ejected birds actually tend this glutton
+with the greatest diligence. The young cuckoo is ever gaping for food,
+and for weeks the poor foster-parents are kept hard at work to supply
+its hunger. Why do they do so? Probably because they regard it as one of
+their own offspring, though they may have a sort of instinctive notion
+that there's something wrong; and so the weary round of fagging goes on
+until the cuckoo takes itself off to start life on its own account. So
+greedy, lazy, and thoroughly selfish, however, is this bird that after
+it has outgrown its nest, and is quite able to provide for itself, it
+will still look to its industrious comrades for its meals.
+
+
+The Greatest Whirlpool in the World.
+
+Off the coast of Norway, close to the Lofoden Islands, the current runs
+so strong north and south for six hours and then in the opposite
+direction for a similar period, that the water is thrown into tremendous
+whirls. This is the far-famed Maelstr�m, or whirling-stream. The
+whirlpool is most active at high and low tide, and when the winds are
+contrary the disturbance of the sea is so great that few boats can live
+in it. In ordinary circumstances, however, ships can sail right across
+the Maelstr�m without much danger, and the tales about the vessels and
+whales which have been engulfed in the stream are more or less pure
+fables.
+
+
+The Dog and the Telephone.
+
+An intelligent dog was recently discovered wandering about the streets
+of an American city, by a gentleman who knew it. He at once asked its
+master by means of the telephone whether he had lost his dog. The reply
+came "Yes; have you seen it?" To which the further instruction was sent,
+"Suppose you call him through the telephone." Accordingly the dog was
+lifted up and the ear-piece placed at its ear. "Jack! Jack!" shouted its
+owner, whereupon Jack, recognising the voice, began at once to yelp most
+vigorously, and licked the telephone in a friendly way, evidently
+thinking that its master was inside the machine.
+
+
+
+
+A QUEEN OF THE BEACH.
+
+(_See Coloured Frontispiece._)
+
+
+  We played together on the sands,
+    We roamed the moors for heather,
+  We climbed the cliffs with clasping hands
+    In the wild and windy weather;
+  And sweet were my little queen's commands
+    As we merrily played together.
+
+  Her eyes were blue as the limpid sea
+    When the morning sun is on it,
+  Her locks were bright as the corn might be
+    With the blaze of noon upon it,
+  And her scarlet cap was a charm to me,
+    But her laughing lips outshone it.
+
+  So fearless was the little maid,
+    Not a danger could astound her,
+  With her bucket and her busy spade,
+    On the sea-bound shore I found her,
+  Of the winds and the waves all unafraid
+    While the sea-gulls floated round her.
+
+  And many a house of sand we reared,
+    The walls with shells adorning,
+  While boats our happy playground neared,
+    And breakers gave us warning
+  That though we neither paused nor feared,
+    All would be gone next morning.
+
+A. M.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+The "Little Folks" Humane Society.
+
+SPECIAL NOTICE.
+
+
+The Editor desires to inform his Readers that the names of Officers and
+Members of The LITTLE FOLKS Humane Society will be printed in the
+Magazine as usual during the next six months, but that after the present
+Volume is completed, and when Fifty Thousand Names have appeared, the
+publication of the Lists will be discontinued. As, however, the
+operations of the Society will still be carried on, and some accounts of
+its progress will from time to time be given in LITTLE FOLKS, the Editor
+hopes to receive, as hitherto, the "promises" of all Children who are
+willing to join; and, on receipt of these, their names will be inscribed
+on the Register of the Society, and Certificates of Officership and
+Membership also forwarded to them if stamped addressed envelopes be
+enclosed. (The number of Officers and Members now on the Register is
+about 49,500). The Editor is aware that in certain instances intending
+Officers find that it takes many months to complete the list of fifty
+names, which it is necessary to collect in order to become an Officer,
+and he thinks it probable that the total of Fifty Thousand referred to
+above will be reached before some of his Readers have been able to
+obtain this number of "promises" from other children. To meet this
+difficulty, and in order that the efforts on behalf of the Society of
+such children may be rewarded just as they would have been had the
+publication of names in LITTLE FOLKS been longer continued, the small
+book and medal hitherto given to Officers will still be awarded; though
+in all cases it will be necessary, in sending up the fifty "promises,"
+to enclose a Certificate from a Parent, Teacher, or other responsible
+person, stating that the list had been commenced previous to the
+appearance of this notice in LITTLE FOLKS. The book and medal will not
+in future be awarded to any readers other than those just referred
+to--that is, those whose lists of fifty names are in actual progress at
+the present time (July 1st, 1884).
+
+
+
+
+_TWENTY-NINTH LIST OF OFFICERS AND MEMBERS._
+
+_Officers' Names are printed in Small Capital Letters, and the Names of
+their Members are printed beneath. Where a short line, thus "----," is
+printed, the end of an Officer's List is indicated._
+
+                                            AGE
+    41266 Herbert Buxton                     14
+    41267 C. M. Balfour                      10
+    41268 J. L. Balfour                       7
+    41269 C. W. Balfour                      18
+    41270 R. H. Pimm                         13
+    41271 P. H. Marquand                      9
+    41272 Chas. H. Mitchell                   9
+    41273 Thomas Halsall                     11
+    41274 J. M. Marquand                     13
+    41275 Joseph Reeves                      12
+    41276 A. B. Marquand                     11
+    41277 W. Hodgkinson                      13
+    41278 Arthur Handley                     11
+    41279 F. T. Freeland                     10
+    41280 T. L. Allkins                      14
+    41281 H. Felthouse                       12
+    41282 F. Nugent                          13
+    41283 Edgar B. Hulland                   15
+    41284 Kate Hodgkinson                    16
+    41285 George C. Britton                   7
+    41286 Winnie Grayston                     6
+    41287 Eddie C. Britton                    4
+    41288 Mary Gillman                       13
+    41289 Mathor Gilman                       9
+    41290 Fanny Darlington                   20
+    41291 Elsie Sanders                      13
+    41292 Mary A. Boonham                    11
+    41293 Elizbth. A. Benson                 11
+    41294 H. L. Franklin                     12
+    41295 Eliz. A. Wright                     9
+    41296 L. F. Wileman                      12
+    41297 Mary S. Harris                      8
+    41298 Harry Smith                        11
+    41299 Wm. A. Franklin                    10
+    41300 K. A. Minton                        9
+    41301 A. Henderson                       16
+    41302 Mary Henderson                     15
+    41303 Cecil Henderson                    11
+    41304 Ethel Norton                        6
+    41305 Mabel Norton                        5
+    41306 Matilda Norton                      4
+    41307 Herbert Hare                       12
+    41308 Clara Norton                       13
+    41309 EDITH E. MORRISON, Wakefield
+    41310 Kate Milsom                        11
+    41311 Harriet Hardman                    11
+    41312 Fredk. C. Brown                     8
+    41313 Mary A. Dean                       13
+    41314 Sarah Hirst                        20
+    41315 Louisa Brunton                     12
+    41316 Eliza Blackburn                    17
+    41317 Cissy Scholes                      17
+    41318 Annie Goodridge                    18
+    41319 Polly Scholes                       9
+    41320 Flornc. A. Scholey                 15
+    41321 Charles Scholey                    11
+    41322 John Scholey                       19
+    41323 Charltt. Cartridge                 15
+    41324 Annie Allcock                      11
+    41325 Bertha Tingle                      15
+    41326 Dora Brown                         12
+    41327 Annie Poppleton                    16
+    41328 Lizzie Poppleton                   14
+    41329 H. Poppleton                        7
+    41330 William Garnett                    17
+    41331 Annie Garnett                      14
+    41332 Eliza Garnett                      12
+    41333 Thos. H. Garnett                   10
+    41334 Florence Garnett                    7
+    41335 Lizzie Priestley                   17
+    41336 Annie Jaques                       17
+    41337 Mary H. Copley                     10
+    41338 E. Worthington                     14
+    41339 Kate Bancroft                      12
+    41340 Maud Gosnay                        11
+    41341 Bennie Harris                       9
+    41342 Ada Richardson                     12
+    41343 Ada Mellor                         19
+    41344 Amy Sadler                         14
+    41345 Kate Sadler                         8
+    41346 Beatrice Sadler                    12
+    41347 Alice Sadler                       13
+    41348 Mary W. Hein                        8
+    41349 Lucy M. Hein                       10
+    41350 Ellen L. Hein                      12
+    41351 Victor Hartley                      9
+    41352 Eleanor Brown                      20
+    41353 Mabel Walton                       12
+    41354 Mary Bostock                       11
+    41355 Margaret Salkeld                   16
+    41356 E. M. Morrison                      8
+    41357 R. P. Morrison                     11
+    41358 Gertrude E. Prest                   9
+    41359 Archbld. W. Prest                   7
+    41360 JAS. W. RILEY, Derby               16
+    41361 Wm. Wibberley                      11
+    41362 Joseph Wibberley                   13
+    41363 William Smee                        8
+    41364 William Yeomans                    11
+    41365 Harry Wibberley                     9
+    41366 Albert E. Riley                    10
+    41367 Arthur Copestick                   10
+    41368 John Lovel                          9
+    41369 John Warde                         14
+    41370 Henry Castledine                   13
+    41371 William Hatton                      9
+    41372 W. H. Haynes                       12
+    41373 William Matthews                   10
+    41374 William Smith                       9
+    41375 Christopher Shaw                   12
+    41376 Walter Green                       11
+    41377 William Garratt                     8
+    41378 Arthur Wibberley                   11
+    41379 Charles M. Smee                    12
+    41380 Arthur Smee                         9
+    41381 A. Carmicheal                      12
+    41382 Alfred Bunting                     12
+    41383 Harry Bunting                      16
+    41384 Frank Bunting                      14
+    41385 H. Wibberley                       16
+    41386 Clara Wibberley                    14
+    41387 Lizzie Wibberley                   18
+    41388 Walter Lester                      13
+    41389 Arthur Pearson                     12
+    41390 Mary Wadkinson                     14
+    41391 Albert Lester                      11
+    41392 Walter Pearson                     10
+    41393 Nelly Carmicheal                    7
+    41394 Annie Green                        12
+    41395 Lotty Green                         7
+    41396 Edith Wagstaff                      8
+    41397 Henry Mellor                       11
+    41398 Frank Oliver                       10
+    41399 Charles Yeomans                    11
+    41400 Maria Street                       12
+    41401 Thomas Bennett                     11
+    41402 Elizabeth Hunt                     14
+    41403 Annie Brailsford                   12
+    41404 Edwd. Armytage                     10
+    41405 John Wagstaff                       9
+    41406 William Tarrey                      9
+    41407 Bernard Riley                      12
+    41408 William Foster                     11
+    41409 James Dunmow                        9
+    41410 Joseph Moorcroft                   11
+          ----
+    41411 G. M. Buchanan                     13
+    41412 Effie D. Ward                       9
+    41413 Eleanor L. Ward                    19
+    41414 Minnie Griffin                     10
+    41415 MAGGIE GOMME, Peckham Rye          14
+    41416 Nellie Salmon                      12
+    41417 Edwin Westall                      15
+    41418 Alice Watts                        12
+    41419 Mary Smith                         11
+    41420 Mabel Cane                         16
+    41421 Percy K. Lucke                      9
+    41422 Lucy Gomme                         18
+    41423 Annie Gomme                        14
+    41424 Edith Perks                         5
+    41425 Vivian W. Russell                   9
+    41426 Fredk. G. Perks                     7
+    41427 Frederick Cripps                   13
+    41428 M. O. Bigg-Wither                  14
+    41429 Louie Rogers                       18
+    41430 Amy King                           12
+    41431 M. F. Lankester                    11
+    41432 Daniel Bott                        12
+    41433 Edith Bott                         14
+    41434 Arthur Hughes                      11
+    41435 G. E. Hughes                        4
+    41436 Keturah Hughes                      7
+    41437 Mabel Hicks                        14
+    41438 Emily M. Noad                      15
+    41439 Annie Jewell                        9
+    41440 John St. A. Jewell                  8
+    41441 Richd. H. Vernon                   12
+    41442 Alice Shrimpton                    14
+    41443 Clara Shrimpton                    16
+    41444 Ethel Davis                         8
+    41445 Edgar S. Oakes                     12
+    41446 Mary Cheetham                      10
+    41447 Blanche Vernon                     14
+    41448 Amy Ormston                        19
+    41449 Kezia Saunders                     17
+    41450 Clara Clements                     17
+    41451 Rose F. Kempe                      15
+    41452 Violet Jewell                       6
+    41453 Alfred Harris                      12
+    41454 Madeliene Oakes                    10
+    41455 William Lane                        8
+    41456 Nellie Lane                         8
+    41457 Charlotte Westall                  12
+    41458 Henry Johnson                      10
+    41459 Robert R. Jewell                   11
+    41460 Margt. M. Fane                     13
+    41461 Elizabeth Westall                  14
+    41462 Annie Cheetham                      8
+    41463 Florrie Holford                    10
+    41464 Arthur P. Kempe                    12
+    41465 Queenie Keene                       8
+    41466 John L. Perman                     16
+    41467 Jessie Bott                        10
+    41468 Annie Westall                      18
+    41469 Frederick Clark                    16
+    41470 Reginald Vernon                    12
+    41471 Morris S. Kempe                    17
+    41472 Ada B. Clements                     7
+    41473 Jane Clements                      19
+    41474 Emily Clements                     18
+    41475 Fredk. B. Kempe                    13
+    41476 V. H. C. Russell                    7
+    41477 Mabel H. Tate                      15
+    41478 Florence K. Oakes                  14
+    41479 Florrie Rogers                     17
+    41480 Herbert Elshib                     14
+    41481 Mabel Vernon                       16
+    41482 R. J. Paterson                     13
+    41483 Nellie M. Beare                    11
+    41484 H. W. Fortesquieu                   7
+    41485 Beatrice Oakes                     16
+    41486 K. Fortesquieu                      9
+    41487 Castle Cane                        14
+          ----
+    41488 Edgar T. Tuck                       7
+    41489 Lucy M. Burd                       11
+    41490 Miriam A. Graves                   14
+    41491 Edith M. Lamb                      10
+    41492 K. P. Gourley                      14
+    41493 Sarah A. Burr                      18
+    41494 W. E. Barker                       14
+    41495 H. M. Jones                        16
+    41496 Mary G. Crane                      12
+    41497 Leina C. Leake                     15
+    41498 Peter Hope                         16
+    41499 George Whillians                    8
+    41500 A. P. Whillians                    11
+    41501 John Michie                        16
+    41502 William Tinlin                     12
+    41503 Frances Turner                     11
+    41504 George Hall                        14
+    41505 Robert Tinlin                      15
+    41506 Maggie Tinlin                      13
+    41507 Maggie Laing                       14
+    41508 Lucy E. Fife                       16
+    41509 Eleanor May                        17
+    41510 Harriette Oliver                   14
+    41511 George Phillips                    12
+    41512 Gertrd. Deighton                   14
+    41513 Edith Barrett                      18
+    41514 Louie Man                          14
+    41515 Jessie Rogers                      14
+    41516 Ellen Jeffery                      12
+    41517 Edith E. Phillips                  14
+    41518 Edith E. Sole                       5
+    41519 Ruth Burch                         10
+    41520 Annie Gambrell                     10
+    41521 Rose J. Burch                       6
+    41522 Alice Burch                         8
+    41523 Liddia Burch                        5
+    41524 Charltte. Attwood                   8
+    41525 William Sole                       11
+    41526 Alfred Sole                         8
+    41527 Edward J. Sole                      8
+    41528 Thomas Griggs                       9
+    41529 Ellen Gambrill                     10
+    41530 Arthur Taylor                       9
+    41531 Kate Sole                           3
+    41532 Harry Hooker                       10
+    41533 Sarah J. Sole                       6
+    41534 Elizabeth Hooker                    4
+    41535 Ella R. Sole                        9
+    41536 ARTHUR CAMPBELL, Wigan             10
+    41537 Margaret Newell                    15
+    41538 Amy H. Gerrard                     17
+    41539 Laura Hill                         10
+    41540 Minnie Woods                       16
+    41541 Flora M. Dewar                     17
+    41542 M. Henderson                       13
+    41543 Mary R. Dewar                      15
+    41544 Jennie Dewar                       11
+    41545 Mary Polding                       14
+    41546 Annie Hurst                         8
+    41547 Lizzie Holmes                      10
+    41548 M. A. Holmes                       14
+    41549 Annie Aspinall                     13
+    41550 M. A. F. Gerrard                   14
+    41551 Annie Holmes                       12
+    41552 W. L. Brown                         7
+    41553 F. J. Simm                          8
+    41554 I. D. P. Smith                      7
+    41555 Egbert Green                       14
+    41556 Robert Morris                      13
+    41557 Wm. H. Ashton                      10
+    41558 O. H. Platt                        11
+    41559 Jas. H. T. Evans                   11
+    41560 W H. Litherland                    13
+    41561 Brice Dean                         14
+    41562 T. H. Winstanley                   12
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+          ----
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+          ----
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+          ----
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+          ----
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+          ----
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+    42230 Nellie Beeson                      14
+    42231 Lavinia Richards                   15
+    42232 Florence Levey                     14
+    42233 Agatha Cock                        13
+    42234 K. Buckus                          13
+    42235 Sarah A. Clifton                   16
+    42236 Annie C. Fairy                      6
+    42237 Earl Pettit                        11
+    42238 Emily Pettit                       16
+    42239 John W. Pettit                     14
+    42240 Susan M. Pettit                     9
+    42241 Emma Gaunt                         13
+    42242 William Reeve                      14
+    42243 Fanny E. Hopkins                   14
+    42244 Lottie Taviner                      7
+    42245 R. E. Anderson                     13
+    42246 Caroline Hobden                     7
+    42247 Edith Dawson                       11
+    42248 Blanche Dawson                      9
+          ----
+    42249 Samuel Pinder                      10
+    42250 P. E. Gee                          14
+    42251 Ellen Stace                        12
+    42252 Alice E. Hallett                   15
+    42253 Edwd. Willshere                     8
+    42254 T. A. Minoprio                     12
+    42255 RACHEL R. KINLOCH, Rothesay        12
+    42256 Joseph A. Murray                   18
+    42257 Elizabeth Murray                   11
+    42258 Chas. R. Kinloch                   16
+    42259 Robt. S McKim                      13
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+    42263 M. A. J. Stribling                 17
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+    42265 Rebecca Smith                      12
+    42266 Bessie Ronald                      12
+    42267 Agnes Ronald                       13
+    42268 Annie Kerr                         15
+    42269 S. McKellar                        15
+    42270 C. M. Kinnon                       19
+    32271 Jessie R. Wright                    9
+    42272 Margaret Warren                    20
+    42273 Jane S. Brown                      14
+    42274 Agnes S. Brown                     12
+    42275 John Brown                          9
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+    42277 Jane Black                          9
+    42278 Maggie Ferrier                     13
+    42279 Susie Bell                         14
+    42280 H. Montgomerie                     13
+    42281 Maggie J. Duncan                   13
+    42282 Isabella McIntyre                  12
+    42283 Annie Wilson                       13
+    42284 Janet Wilson                       11
+    42285 Annie Duncan                       12
+    42286 Lizzie Clunas                       7
+    42287 Kate Sharp                         12
+    42288 B. S. S. Morrison                  11
+    42289 Christina Waugh                    12
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+    42291 Agnes A. Black                     11
+    42292 Alexander Black                    10
+    42293 K. D. Macdougall                   11
+    42294 I. D. Macdougall                    8
+    42295 Maggie E. Philip                    8
+    42296 Gracie Gray                        10
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+    42298 Helen Heron                        13
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+    42302 Maggie Hunter                      12
+    42303 Flora Hunter                       14
+    42304 Louisa Donald                      13
+    42305 M. Paterson                        10
+    42306 Jane Clark                         11
+          ----
+    42307 Frank H. Barber                    14
+    42308 K. Bennett                         13
+    42309 GEO. A. GRAVESON, Bolton           12
+    42310 Ada A. Fletcher                     9
+    42311 Jane Fenton                         7
+    42312 Nellie Evans                       13
+    42313 Lizzie Hall                        12
+    42314 Annie Rosbottom                    12
+    42315 Arabella Taylor                    10
+    42316 Arthur M. Evans                     7
+    42317 Robert Evans                        6
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+    42319 F. M. Fletcher                      4
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+    42321 Mary Mee                            8
+    42322 Jessie Harper                      11
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+    42324 Albert Orrell                       7
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+    43327 Bertha Schools                      9
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+    42329 Chas. Birtinshaw                    9
+    42330 Beatrice Rostron                   11
+    42331 Edith Rostron                      15
+    42332 Harry Rostron                      14
+    42333 B. Birtinshaw                       7
+    42334 F. M. Greenhalgh                    6
+    42335 A. F. Greenhalgh                    7
+    42336 C. E. Greenhalgh                   11
+    42337 Ellen Colinson                     15
+    42338 Jane Colinson                      17
+    42339 Prudence Corner                    12
+    42340 Lily Corner                        11
+    42341 Tily Orrell                        12
+    42342 Fred Orrell                        12
+    42343 Willie Orrell                      13
+    42344 Fred Davis                         13
+    42345 Lenard Hesketh                     13
+    42346 Harry Moors                        13
+    42347 William Tomison                    13
+    42348 Edwin Almond                       13
+    42349 Harry Haworth                      12
+    42350 Fredk. Wilcock                     12
+    42351 James Horrocks                     13
+    42352 Samuel Rigby                       13
+    42353 William Batter                     13
+    42354 George Moors                       13
+    42355 Samuel Lomax                       13
+    42356 Harry Gastle                       13
+    42357 James Shaw                         13
+    42358 Fred Shaw                          14
+    42359 John Amer                          13
+    42360 John Morden                        13
+          ----
+    42361 K. L. Mackenzie                    11
+    42362 W. F. Mackenzie                     9
+    42363 H. D. Mackenzie                     7
+    42364 E. V. Hensley                      10
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+    42366 James H. Smith                      7
+    42367 B. E. Harris                        9
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+    42371 Ethel Freund                       12
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+    42377 G. P. Bulman                        6
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+    42379 Annie L. Foxon                     14
+    42380 John H. Foxon                      17
+    42381 Wm. E. Foxon                       12
+    42382 James Watson                        6
+    42383 E. M. C. Standen                   10
+    42384 CYRIL H. TODD, Skipton              9
+    42385 Margt. Bradley                     14
+    42386 Edith W. Fox                       11
+    42387 H. W. Hargrove                     12
+    42388 Sissy Haycroft                     10
+    42389 Charles E. Hirst                   20
+    42390 Ben W. Clayton                     17
+    42391 Thomas Pickles                     20
+    42302 Daniel Verity                      19
+    42393 Jany Hirst                         19
+    42394 Geo. Thornton                       7
+    42395 T. Whiteoak                         9
+    42396 Sarah Lobley                       13
+    42397 Hannah Swire                       17
+    42398 Agnes Whiteoak                      7
+    42399 Caroline Butter                     8
+    42400 Syrenna Oldfield                   16
+    42401 Ellen M. Wynn                      12
+    42402 M. A. Thornton                     14
+    42403 C. E. Whiteoak                     11
+    42404 Ethel E. Williams                   9
+    42405 Geo. R. Williams                   13
+    42406 V. E. Wynn                         14
+    42407 Ethel G. Wynn                      10
+    42408 Cyril E. Wynn                      16
+    42409 Julia Williams                     19
+    42410 Mabel B. Wynn                       8
+    42411 Smith Brown                         7
+    42412 Adina Garnett                       8
+    42413 Sarah E. Bradley                    7
+    42414 D. Coulthard                       13
+    42415 Thos. Mawson                       15
+    42416 Eliza Fountain                     12
+    42417 Arthur Garnett                     10
+    42418 A. A. Hargrave                     15
+    42419 Sarah J. Geldard                    8
+    42420 Mary E. Maud                       14
+    42421 Reena A. Hirst                     12
+    42422 Sykes Hirst                        17
+    42423 Fanny Haycroft                     14
+    42424 Mary H. Fox                        14
+    42425 Alice Shaw                         10
+    42426 George Simpson                      8
+    42427 Eva Bradley                         6
+    42428 Willie Craven                      12
+    42429 Edith Windle                        7
+    42430 Lucy Fox                            9
+    42431 Oscar Craven                        7
+    42432 John E. Bradley                     8
+    42433 Ain�e Hargrave                     10
+    42434 James Whiteoak                     11
+    42435 Geo. Mainprize                     12
+          ----
+    42436 Mabel H. Plant                     10
+    42437 Lucy J. Clarke                     12
+    42438 Laura M. Lloyd                     12
+    42439 ERNEST BREARLEY, Bedford           14
+    42440 George Gowing                      15
+    42441 Arthur Swinton                     15
+    42442 Sidney Mence                       14
+    42443 Bertie Mannell                     13
+    42444 A. Leadbeater                      14
+    42445 Percy Talbot                       13
+    42446 Hettie Henville                    14
+    42447 Fred Ellis                         15
+    42448 Edwd. G. Neame                     14
+    42449 Alfred J. Mant                     11
+    42450 Herbert Droive                     12
+    42451 C. F. Waterman                     15
+    42452 James Platts                       12
+    42453 William Droive                     13
+    42454 Edith Platts                       10
+    42455 Charles Purcell                    13
+    42456 John Wilson                        13
+    42457 Hilda Bentham                      15
+    42458 Willie Whitlock                    10
+    42459 John Cawley                        16
+    42460 Henry Heap                         12
+    42461 William Dotchin                    15
+    42462 Godfrey Droive                      8
+    42463 Wm. H. Hare                        11
+    42464 Annie Kelley                       13
+    42465 Fred Rainsford                     17
+    42466 Fanny Sheldon                       7
+    42467 George Sheffield                   15
+    42468 R. Locke                           15
+    42469 J. Crook                           17
+    42470 Herbert Russell                    17
+    42471 L. Short                           15
+    42472 Violet Sheffield                   14
+    42473 William Mitchell                   13
+    42474 J. Lloyd                           16
+    42475 Cecil Mitchell                     10
+    42476 W. Brien                           11
+    42477 Thomas Sheffield                   13
+    42478 John Everard                       15
+    42479 Hugh Watson                        11
+    42480 Willie Homes                        9
+    42481 Hedley Brasier                     14
+    42482 Ralph Sheldon                      10
+    42483 Osborne Parr                       13
+    42484 R. Matthews                         9
+    42485 A. S. Soung                        16
+    42486 George C. Brand                    16
+    42487 Emma Bell                          12
+    42488 Graham Gosling                     13
+    42489 ELIZ. HARKER, Chesterfield         18
+    42490 C. M. Parker                       18
+    42491 John Hawken                        12
+    42492 Wm. H. Parker                      14
+    42493 M. Z. Tomlinson                    13
+    42494 Helena Hayman                      14
+    42495 Edith Platt                        14
+    42496 Joseph M. Benson                    6
+    42497 Arthur J. Benson                    7
+    42498 Edith A. King                      13
+    42499 Serena Burdon                      13
+    42500 Alfred J. Harker                    8
+    42501 Frank Sampson                      12
+    42502 B. Sampson                         11
+    42503 Annie Stray                        13
+    42504 J. M. Sampson                       6
+    42505 M. J. Caparn                       16
+    42506 Harold Caparn                      18
+    42507 E. R. Caparn                       11
+    42508 A. S. Caparn                       13
+    42509 Annie B. Whiles                    14
+    42510 Mabel A. Whiles                     5
+    42511 Florrie A. Whiles                  13
+    42512 Kate M. Whiles                     15
+    42513 A. O. Harrison                      8
+    42514 Rowland Smith                      11
+    42515 Ethel Bright                       12
+    42516 Arthur A. Smith                    14
+    42517 Dora Greaves                       14
+    42518 M. Hollingworth                    18
+    42519 Amy Deeley                         10
+    42520 D. R. Handley                      12
+    42521 E. B. Brown                        11
+    42522 C. E. Stevenson                    13
+    42523 Elizabeth Oliver                   13
+    42524 Sarah Ward                         17
+    42525 Mary Smith                         17
+    42526 C. E. Drabble                      18
+    42527 E. Hollingworth                    15
+    42528 Edith Walker                       11
+    42529 E. P. Huggins                      16
+    42530 F. J. Wheatcroft                   13
+    42531 Ernest A. King                      9
+    42532 Lizzie Davenport                   18
+    42533 G. M. Drabble                      15
+    42534 Edgar C. Benson                    11
+    42535 Annie E. Fox                       16
+    42536 E. M. Knowles                      19
+    42537 L. Woodward                        16
+    42538 A. M. Webster                       6
+    42539 Mary Harker                        16
+    42540 HERBT. R. HEYHOE, Swaffham         12
+    42541 Grace E. Heyh                      14
+    42542 H. Heyhoe                          12
+    42543 Harry Ward                          8
+    42544 Sarah J. Wilson                    13
+    42545 H. E. Warnes                        7
+    42546 Gertrude Warnes                    10
+    42547 H. Thurgood                        11
+    42548 Bathsheba Scarf                    15
+    42549 E. Spencer                          9
+    42550 Horace Smith                       10
+    42551 Stanley Smith                       8
+    42552 Sydney Smith                        9
+    42553 Robert Smith                       13
+    42554 Ernest Rolfe                       10
+    42555 William Rolfe                      13
+    42556 John Rose                          10
+    42557 Amy Pheasant                       16
+    42558 Ethel Pheasant                     14
+    42559 Ernest Pheasant                    11
+    42560 Ernest Powley                      14
+    42561 Ada Payne                          12
+    42562 Guy Matthews                        9
+    42563 Lilian Nuthall                      9
+    42564 Ernest Nuthall                     13
+    42565 Fredk. Johnson                     13
+    42566 Edgar C. Johnson                   11
+    42567 Willie Johnson                      7
+    42568 Frances Kew                        14
+    42569 Charles Kew                        12
+    42570 Posseen Hill                       16
+    42571 Edmund Green                       12
+    42572 Chas. Durrant                      10
+    42573 John Cross                         13
+    42574 Herbert Cross                      11
+    42575 Walter Clark                       16
+    42576 Ernest Copland                     13
+    42577 Emily Cooke                        14
+    42578 Ernest Carter                      12
+    42579 Edgar Carter                       12
+    42580 Emma Burton                        18
+    42581 T. Bunting                          8
+    42582 Olive Blomfield                    16
+    42583 G. Blomfield                       13
+    42584 Fredk. Alpe                        11
+    42585 R. E. Alpe                         13
+    42586 Ernest Alpe                         9
+    42587 Horace Alpe                         6
+    42588 Harry Alpe                         12
+    42589 Alice M. Alpe                      13
+          ----
+    42590 Alice Grieve                       10
+    42591 Janet Bell                         10
+    42592 Cath. Redshaw                      11
+    42593 Elizabeth Cook                      9
+    42594 H. W. Turner                        9
+    42595 Robert Ainslie                     13
+    42596 Agnes Ainslie                      17
+    42597 John Shiel                         12
+    42598 Clara Peden                        10
+    42599 John Elliot                         9
+    42600 Janet Renwick                      12
+    42601 Mary Renwick                       10
+    42602 Agnes Elliot                       11
+    42603 James Ridshaw                       9
+    42604 Jane Wilson                        12
+    42605 Jessie Hall                         9
+    42606 A. M. MacLeod                      19
+    42607 Elsie F. Boulton                   12
+    42608 Henrietta L. May                   14
+    42609 Marion Hill                        13
+    42610 Ada Fish                           14
+    42611 M. E. van Gelder                   13
+    42612 Annie I. Boydell                   10
+    42613 Isabel Hill                        14
+    42614 Mary L. Jones                      14
+    42615 A. E. B. Jones                     13
+    42616 W. L. Darbyshire                    7
+    42617 C. A. Darbyshire                   13
+    42618 L. M. Darbyshire                   12
+    42619 Henry C. Harris                     6
+    42620 A. M. Twining                       7
+    42621 EDITH SEALY, Weybridge             13
+    42622 Rachel E. Spyers                   14
+    42623 Annie Wilson                       13
+    42624 Tiny Garvice                        8
+    42625 Edith Sherwood                     19
+    42626 Wm. Gammon                         12
+    42627 Nellie Atherstone                  14
+    42628 Percy Rose                         18
+    42629 Florie Armstrong                   10
+    42630 G. Waters                          13
+    42631 Alice Castle                       14
+    42632 Montie Castle                       9
+    42633 Maud Castle                        11
+    42634 Bessie Era                         16
+    42635 E. Thomas                          16
+    42636 Henry Laity                         4
+    42637 John Beckerleg                      7
+    42638 E. A. Boase                        16
+    42639 John Angove                        10
+    42640 Abigail Jago                        8
+    42641 H. Short                            8
+    42642 Elizabeth Beare                     9
+    42643 Bessie Botterill                   17
+    42644 Adela Sealy                        10
+    42645 Minnie Groves                      20
+    42646 Janie Jeffery                      13
+    42647 Amy Castle                         17
+    42648 Susan Light                        10
+    42649 Joseph Light                       11
+    42650 George Smith                       10
+    42651 W. H. Spyers                       13
+    42652 Ellie Marks                         9
+    42653 Maude Sealy                        16
+
+
+
+
+TRUE STORIES ABOUT PETS, ANECDOTES, &c.
+
+QUEER DOINGS OF A HEN.
+
+
+DEAR MR. EDITOR,--I am writing to tell you of a hen who had a good
+memory. She had some ducks' eggs put under her, which she sat on and
+hatched; she was very proud of her brood, and accordingly she took them
+out into the yard. In the yard was a pond, which the young ducks
+immediately ran to, and in they went. She was in a great fright, and
+flew from the shore to an island there was in the middle of the pond
+incessantly, and ran round and round, and called them, but in vain.
+After a time they came out of the pond, and she brought them up quite
+safely.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Again she was set on duck's eggs, and again they went into the pond and
+put her in a terrible fright. These she reared as before. After this she
+was set upon hen's eggs, and she hatched them all. Then she took the
+chickens into the yard, expecting them to go into the pond as the
+ducklings had; but they would not go near. So she called to them, and
+flew backwards and forwards from the island; and when they would not go
+in she actually took each one and tipped it over into the water! Thus
+she drowned all her brood--a very queer thing for a hen to do.
+
+FLORENCE J. MEDDLYCOT.
+(Aged 12�.)
+
+_Hill Vicarage, Falfield, R. S. O., Gloucestershire_.
+
+
+A STRANGE NURSLING.
+
+DEAR MR. EDITOR,--A friend of mine many years ago was walking with her
+brothers and sisters, when she found a young rabbit which had been
+slightly hurt. She picked it up and resolved to take it home and keep
+it. But now the question arose, How was she to feed it? Suddenly a
+bright idea seized her. The cat at home had lately had kittens, and some
+of them being drowned, she (the girl) determined to put the rabbit with
+the survivors. She did so, and to her delight the cat brought it up as
+one of her own.
+
+SIDNEY H. DUXBURY.
+(Aged 13�.)
+
+_Locksley, Southborne-on-Sea, near Christchurch, Hants._
+
+
+WHO HID THE BRUSHES?
+
+DEAR MR. EDITOR,--My mother had a horse which she used to drive called
+"Jacky," who disliked being groomed. The stable-men kept their brushes
+in a little cupboard near his stall; but sometimes when they came to
+groom him they could not find them. So one day they watched him, and saw
+him slip his halter and go to the cupboard and knock with his nose until
+he got it open. Then he took out the brushes and hid them under his
+straw!
+
+ADELAIDE BENTINCK.
+(Aged 11.)
+
+_Froyle House, Alton, Hants._
+
+
+A CURIOUS FRIENDSHIP.
+
+DEAR MR. EDITOR,--Last year, when we were staying at Amiens, I was very
+much struck by a great friendship between a duck and a heron, both of
+which were in the hotel garden. The heron looked very ill and weak, and
+used to remain in the same spot for a long time, standing first on one
+leg and then the other, the duck lying a little distance off. When the
+heron wished to walk about it gave a feeble croak, and the duck would
+immediately join it, and the two commenced walking round the garden.
+When the heron was tired, it gave another croak, and the two companions
+stopped their walk. The only time that the duck left the heron entirely
+was for its meals, as the two birds were fed at different times. The
+heron had a great aversion to rain, and at the least drop would shiver,
+and shake its feathers. So, when it began to rain, the duck hurried its
+companion on until they reached the little shed where they slept.
+Sometimes the heron would begin walking without giving its croak for the
+duck to accompany it. This annoyed the duck dreadfully, and it used to
+waddle after the heron, quacking very angrily. If the heron appeared
+more unwell than usual, the duck redoubled its attention. It was most
+curious and interesting to watch them.
+
+MURIEL NASH.
+(Aged 14�.)
+
+_Tudor House, Belvedere Road, Upper Norwood, S. E._
+
+NOTE.--Each Story, Anecdote, &c., when sent to the Editor, must be
+certified by a Parent, Teacher, or other responsible person, as being
+both _True and Original_.
+
+
+
+
+OUR LITTLE FOLKS' OWN CORNER.
+
+ANSWER TO "PICTURE STORY WANTING WORDS" (Vol. XIX., _p. 320_).
+
+SECOND PRIZE ANSWER.
+
+
+Little Freddie Mayton's father lived in America, but Freddie did not
+live with him, for he was very delicate, and his father's home was among
+the rice plantations, and it was not at all healthy; so Freddie went
+away and lived with his mother, about seven miles from his father.
+
+Not being very strong he was allowed to run about as he liked, and he
+got fond of the negro servants who worked about his home, but one
+especially, whom he called "Uncle Sam."
+
+Uncle Sam was a powerful-looking old man, but he was now getting past
+work, and he could not get his liberty, so he was obliged to work on.
+
+He was as fond of Freddie as Freddie was of him, and he was always ready
+to do anything for the little boy, from carrying him on his back (for
+Freddie was only six years old) to picking oranges for him to eat as he
+sat on the grass beneath the cool shade of a tree. Freddie's seventh
+birthday had come round, and his father had sent him a kind little
+letter saying that if he wanted almost anything he could get him he
+should have it.
+
+Freddie was delighted, and began to think what he should ask for. He had
+everything a reasonable boy could wish for. At last he thought of
+something. It was this he would ask for--Uncle Sam's freedom.
+
+He sat down at once and wrote a note to his father saying the thing he
+most wished for was Uncle Sam's freedom, and he should be very pleased
+if his father would grant it to him. Then he sealed it up, and running
+out told a servant to ride with it to his father.
+
+He did not tell Uncle Sam anything about it, for fear his father would
+not grant his request.
+
+When his birthday came, he had a present from his mother and some little
+things from nearly all the servants of the household (for they all liked
+him), but there was no letter.
+
+After breakfast, he wandered out into the garden, and walked towards
+some high ground to see whether he could see anything of a messenger.
+Yes! there sure enough was a horseman riding towards the house, and by
+the time Freddie had got to the door the man had reached it. He handed
+Freddie a letter, which he eagerly tore open.
+
+When he had read it, he ran quickly to Uncle Sam's hut, for his father
+had said that though it was rather a surprising request he would grant
+it, for Uncle Sam had served him for more than forty years.
+
+When Freddie reached the hut Uncle Sam was sitting on a stone outside
+the cottage door, smoking his pipe. Freddie leaned against his knee and
+read him the letter, and when Uncle Sam heard it he thanked his little
+benefactor so much that Freddie declared he had never enjoyed a birthday
+present so much.
+
+EDITH E. LUCY.
+(Aged 12.)
+
+_Thornleigh, 50, Woodstock Road, Oxford._
+
+Certified by ALICE LUCY (Mother).
+
+
+LIST OF HONOUR.
+
+_First Prize (Divided):--Half-Guinea Book, with Officer's Medal of the
+"Little Folks" Legion of Honour, to_ C. MAUDE BATTERSBY (15), Cromlyn,
+Rathowen, Co. West Meath, Ireland; _and Half-Guinea Book with Officer's
+Medal to_ MARY JOHNSON (15�), Boldmere Road, Chester Road, near
+Birmingham. _Second Prize (Seven-Shilling-and-Sixpenny Book), with
+Officer's Medal_:--EDITH E. LUCY (12), Thornleigh, 50, Woodstock Road,
+Oxford. _Honourable Mention, with Member's Medal_:--KATE S. WILLIAMS
+(15), 96, Oakfield Road, Penge; GERTRUDE E. BUTLER (12�), 34, Lorne
+Street, Fairfield, Liverpool; LOUIE W. SMITH (15), 11, Woodstock
+Terrace, Glasgow; MARGARET SIMPSON (12), Elmhurst, near Garstang, N.
+Lancashire; MARY WELSH (14), 1, Barton Terrace, Dawlish; Winifred L.
+Coventry (11�), Severn Stoke Rectory, near Worcester; KATE CHANDLER
+(14), 1, The Terrace, Champion Hill; WILLIAM R. BURNETT (15), Scotby
+Vicarage, Carlisle.
+
+
+
+
+ANSWERS TO OUR LITTLE FOLKS' OWN PUZZLES (_Vol. XIX., page 377_).
+
+METAGRAMS.
+
+1. Pin. Tin. Gin. Fin. Bin. Sin.
+
+2. Red. Bed. Wed. Fed. Led.
+
+
+MENTAL HISTORICAL SCENE.
+
+Iphigenia, daughter of Agamemnon, King of Argos, in Greece.
+
+
+WHEEL PUZZLE.--LINCOLN.
+
+1. L ion. 2. I ron. 3. N oon. 4. C hin. 5. O wen. 6. L ean. 7. N oun.
+
+
+MISSING LETTER PUZZLE.
+
+"Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
+'Life is but an empty dream!'
+For the soul is dead that slumbers,
+And things are not what they seem."
+
+LONGFELLOW, _A Psalm of Life_.
+
+
+GEOGRAPHICAL DOUBLE ACROSTIC.
+
+1. C ogna C. 2. O mag H. 3. T ripol I. 4. S unda L. 5. W illemstad T. 6.
+O us E. 7. L eiceste R. 8. D evo N.
+
+
+HIDDEN PROVERB.
+
+"The least said, the soonest mended."
+
+
+DIAMOND PUZZLE.--LIVERPOOL.
+
+1. L. 2. T I n. 3. Da V id. 4. App E ars. 5. LIVERPOOL. 6. Tem P lar. 7.
+Sc O ne. 8. D O g. 9. L.
+
+
+DOUBLETS.
+
+1. Book, boot, blot, plot, plat. 2. Fire, fare, care, cart, cast. 3.
+Tub, tun, tan, pan. 4. Fare, fame, lame, lamp. 5. Bad, bid, bin, fin. 6.
+Soap, soar, sour, four, foul, foal.
+
+
+A BIRD VIGNETTE.
+
+Head of a Rook.
+
+
+
+
+Our Music Page.
+
+_Three Little Squirrels._
+
+_Humorously_. quarter note = 100. _Words and Music by_ CHARLES BASSETT.
+
+1. Oh! three little squirrels lived in a big wood--Three naughty
+young fellows, who called themselves good, And thought it not wrong to
+play all day long, Instead of hunting for food. Their father and
+mother worked hard ev'ry day, Providing for winter--while they were
+at play--With care adding more each day to the store Of acorns and
+nuts hid away.
+
+2. One day they were merry as merry could be, No time then for work
+had these idle young three; So, wanting a meal, they thought they
+would steal The nuts stored up in the tree. When laden and weary at
+setting of sun, Their father came home and saw what they had done, He
+scolded them roundly, and whipp'd them all soundly, And soon put an end
+to their fun.
+
+3. The winter came quickly, and made them feel sad, For sometimes
+there scarce was a meal to be had; Then vowed they no more to steal from
+the store, But hard to work would be glad. So let me this piece of
+advice give to you, "Don't steal from the cupboard or that you'll soon
+rue; Waste not, for 'tis wrong, and want brings ere long: You can't
+_eat_ and _have_ your cake too!"
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+OUR LITTLE FOLKS' OWN PUZZLES.
+
+RIDDLE-ME-REE.
+
+My first is in vase, but not in glass.
+My second is in iron, but not in brass.
+My third is in goodness, but not in sin.
+My fourth is in coal, but not in tin.
+My fifth is in sleet, but not in snow.
+My sixth is in hit, but not in blow.
+My whole is a flower that most people know.
+
+GERTIE HEAVER.
+(Aged 13.)
+
+_164, Dereham Road, Norwich._
+
+
+SINGLE ACROSTIC.
+
+The initials form the name of a man or boy.
+
+1. A girl's name.
+2. A lair.
+3. That which fishes live in.
+4. Part of the body.
+5. A contest.
+6. A water bird.
+
+M. E. DANSEY.
+(Aged 9�.)
+
+_Ampney Park, Cirencester._
+
+[Illustration: POETICAL REBUS.
+
+The Answer is a verse from a well-known Poem.]
+
+
+TRANSPOSED LETTER PUZZLE.
+
+Place these letters aright, and you will see three proverbs come to
+view.
+
+1. Aadegghiillllnoorssttttt.
+
+2. Aaadeefhiillllprvw.
+
+3. Aaadddeeehhhimmnnooosssstt.
+
+MILSON R. RHODES.
+(Aged 12�.)
+
+_Crefeld Villa, Withington, near Manchester._
+
+
+HIDDEN PROVERB.
+
+I have lost every one of my shells.
+That cloud prophesies a storm.
+He has just received your note.
+George, let us go for a walk.
+James has given me a silver pencil.
+I have torn the lining of my coat.
+
+EDWIN POTTER.
+(Aged 10�)
+
+_Price Street, York._
+
+
+ARITHMOREM.
+
+57 + EGNOSNT = an explorer.
+
+150 + 50 + PAEA = a mathematician.
+
+    1051 + ONT = a poet.
+
+    1101 + AREA = a continent.
+
+    1100 + NAUNHUS = a composer.
+
+550 + NOON = a city.
+
+ALICE MOSSMAN.
+(Aged 13.)
+
+_Daisy Hilly Bradford, Yorks._
+
+
+DOUBLE ACROSTIC.
+
+The second letter of each word, and the last letter but one of each
+word, read downwards form the names of two fishes.
+
+1. Asserts.
+
+2. An exclamation.
+
+3. A vehicle.
+
+4. Oxen.
+
+5. Something that points.
+
+6. To stick.
+
+7. To handle.
+
+8. One of the parts of speech.
+
+BESSIE NICHOLSON.
+(Aged 10�.)
+
+_202, Evering Road, U. Clapton._
+
+
+MISSING LETTER PUZZLE.
+
+A verse by Coleridge.
+
+I � e � r � h � e � n � i � n � m � r � n � r!
+
+� f � a � t � y � k � n � y � a � d!
+
+� n � t � o � a � t � o � g � n � l � n � a � d � r � w �,
+
+a � i � t � e � i � b � d � e � s � n �.
+
+CHRISTABEL G. MARSHALL.
+(Aged 12�).
+
+_10, Worcester Terrace, Clifton._
+
+
+SQUARE WORD.
+
+1. A girl's name.
+
+2. An open space.
+
+3. The back part.
+
+4. Spun wool.
+
+LILY WALPOLE.
+(Aged 13�.)
+
+_James Road, Stornoway, N.B._
+
+
+PRIZE PUZZLE COMPETITION.
+
+During the next six months we propose to make a variation in our Prize
+Competitions which will, we think, prove an additional attraction to our
+readers both at home and abroad. In the place of Two Quarterly
+Competitions there will be Three Competitions, each extending over two
+months, as below:--
+
+     I. THE SUMMER COMPETITION, consisting of Puzzles appearing in the
+     present (July) and the August Numbers.
+
+     II. THE HOME AND FOREIGN COMPETITION, specially introduced for the
+     purpose of giving readers residing abroad an opportunity of
+     competing on favourable terms. Particulars of this will appear in
+     the September Number.
+
+     III. THE WINTER COMPETITION, consisting of Puzzles appearing in the
+     November and December Parts.
+
+PRIZES.
+
+     I. In the SUMMER COMPETITION there will be a First Prize of a
+     Guinea Volume; a Second Prize of a Half-Guinea Volume; a Third
+     Prize of a Five-Shilling Volume, awarded in EACH DIVISION, viz.,
+     the SENIOR DIVISION for girls and boys between the ages of 14 and
+     16 (_inclusive_), and the JUNIOR DIVISION for those _under_ 14
+     years of age. There will also be awards of Bronze Medals, of the
+     LITTLE FOLKS Legion of Honour to the three next highest of the
+     Competitors following the Prize-winners in _each_ Division.
+
+     II. In the HOME AND FOREIGN COMPETITION Special and Additional
+     Prizes will be offered, of which full particulars will be given in
+     the September Number.
+
+     III. A List of Prizes in the WINTER COMPETITION will appear in the
+     November and December Numbers.
+
+REGULATIONS.
+
+Solutions of the Puzzles published in this number must reach the Editor
+not later than July 8th (July 12th for Competitors residing abroad),
+addressed as under:--
+
+_The Editor of "Little Folks,"
+La Belle Sauvage Yard,
+Ludgate Hill,
+London, E. C._
+
+_Answers to Puzzles.
+Junior [or Senior] Division._
+
+Solutions to Puzzles must be accompanied by certificates from a Parent,
+Teacher, or other responsible person, stating that they _are the sole
+and unaided work_ of the competitor. No assistance must be given by any
+other person.
+
+Competitors can be credited only under their own name.
+
+The decision of the Editor of LITTLE FOLKS on all matters must be
+considered final.
+
+The names and addresses of Prize and Medal winners will be duly
+published in LITTLE FOLKS.
+
+
+GAME PUZZLE FOR JULY.
+
+Our Game Puzzle for this month will be in the form of a little story.
+Four children were one bright summer afternoon standing together in an
+old-fashioned garden. There was Millicent, aged fourteen, upon whom sat
+a weight of care, for it was her task to look after and amuse the other
+three, viz., her two brothers Harry and Arthur, aged ten and eight
+respectively, and little Beatrice, aged five. The children seemed
+altogether out of sorts, they were cross, petulant, teasing, and would
+settle to nothing. At last Milly thought of the toys indoors, and said,
+"Now we will go and have a good game in the nursery."
+
+"No," said Bee, stoutly, "me don't want to do and play wiz dolly to-day.
+I 'ike ze darden best."
+
+In this fashion answered the others.
+
+Then, said Milly, an idea dawning on her, "shall we try a new game out
+of doors?"
+
+"A new game out of doors--just the thing," the boys chimed in.
+
+"Let us all stand," said Milly, "together by this bower, and in turn
+think of some flower. I will begin, and so show you the way. I think of
+a polyanthus, and I say, 'Who will first touch a poly?' Then I count
+three, and if any of you can guess the word during that time we shall
+all start together for the nearest polyanthus, and when we reach it
+call 'polyanthus.' Who reaches the flower first scores a mark. Do you
+understand?"
+
+Yes, they all thought that would do, and so they tried it quite
+successfully. Such shouts of "Fuchsia," "Dahlia," "Geranium,"
+"Snapdragon," &c. &c.; but when it came to Beatrice's turn they thought
+she wasn't old enough to think of a flower on her own account, and so
+suggested all kinds of words.
+
+"No, me tell one myself," she said, and then grandly pronounced "Wo."
+
+"What's that?" they all exclaimed, and whilst Bee counted three they all
+puzzled to find it out.
+
+Then little Bee ran a few yards and stopped at the nearest Rose-bush.
+"Why, that's a _Rose_," said Harry.
+
+"Tourse it is, silly boy, didn't I say 'Wo?' and isn't it a 'Wosy
+Posy?'"
+
+And so they all played on, and their little faces brightened into
+smiles, and fretfulness was forgotten in a good game as it always is;
+and by tea-time they were all thoroughly tired, and ready to go indoors
+when mamma called them.
+
+There's the game, now for the Puzzle. You will find below a quantity of
+syllables in squares. Those syllables, if sorted out correctly, will
+make a certain number of wild and garden flowers, briefly described
+below, and all you have to do is to pick them out and place them in
+their proper order.
+
+SENIOR DIVISION.
+
++------+-----+-------+------+------+-----+
+| tau  |  e  |  ach  | clem |  a   | ber |
++------+-----+-------+------+------+-----+
+| mim  |  be |  y    |  im  |  a   | ris |
++------+-----+-------+------+------+-----+
+|eschs | ant |  cen  |  u   |  ge  | tis |
++------+-----+-------+------+------+-----+
+|  i   | val |  ir   |  an  | rhi  | pol |
++------+-----+-------+------+------+-----+
+| zi   | ra  | cholt |  ri  | thus | num |
++------+-----+-------+------+------+-----+
+| nes  | tum |  an   |  a   | lus  | ry  |
++------+-----+-------+------+------+-----+
+
+The following flowers can be made from the above syllables:--1. A small
+pink wild flower, bitter to taste, found in dry pastures--June to
+September. 2. Many flowers on one stem. 3. Its name is derived from a
+Latin word meaning mimic or ape. 4. A small but important order,
+including the poppy and many poisonous plants. 5. With open mouth behold
+this favourite flower. 6. Erect flowering-stems, found in damp
+hedgerows, moist woods, edges of streams--June to August. 7. Its name is
+derived from a word meaning sensitive to cold. 8. A beautiful purple or
+white flower, seen on the walls of many homes. 9. "A plant ever young."
+10. Touch the stamens with the point of a pin, and they all spring
+forward and touch the pistil.
+
+JUNIOR DIVISION.
+
++-----+-----+-----+------+------+------+
+| cel |  o  | cor | pim  |  e   | beg  |
++-----+-----+-----+------+------+------+
+|  a  | sue | an  |  di  | nem  | el   |
++-----+-----+-----+------+------+------+
+| di  | cam | op  | dine | an   |  y   |
++-----+-----+-----+------+------+------+
+| ag  | sis | per | pan  |  o   | cory |
++-----+-----+-----+------+------+------+
+| jas | ne  | ri  | thus |  u   | mo   |
++-----+-----+-----+------+------+------+
+|nel  | nia | tra |  la  | ny   | mine |
++-----+-----+-----+------+------+------+
+
+The following flowers can be made from the above syllables:--1. A pretty
+yellow flower, found in damp fields, meadows, and brooks. 2. A white or
+yellow flower found on houses. 3. A pretty little yellow flower, on high
+flowering-stems, sweet in scent. 4. A "divine" flower. 5.
+Bell-shaped--blue, purple, or white. 6. Purple, red, and yellow,
+sometimes white. The fruit is a pod containing many seeds. 7. Sometimes
+eaten as salads, the leaves and stems being flavoured with oxalic acid.
+8. Named from the resemblance of its seed to a small beetle. 9. A
+beautiful little crimson flower, covering the fields in summer. 10. A
+beautiful white spring flower, found in copses and hedgerows. 11. A
+beautiful pale blue flower, found especially on sand or chalk.
+
+The flowers must be named in the order given in the two lists.
+
+ANSWER TO PUZZLE NO. 17.
+
+SENIOR DIVISION.
+
+1. Christopher Sly. 2. Carolina Skeggs, Wilhemina. 3. Shallow, 4. Ren�
+5. Prester John. 6. Nahum Tate. 7. St. Loy. 8. Petronel Flash.
+
+     CLASS I.--Consisting of those who have gained eight marks:--F. G.
+     Callcott.
+
+     CLASS II.--Consisting of those who have gained seven marks or
+     less:--M. Bradbury, N. Besley, C. Burne, H. Blunt, A. Bradbury, G.
+     Clayton, J. Cooper, M. Cooper, H. Coombes, Ellen Corke, A.
+     Chappell, G. Dundas, E. B. Forman. C. Gilbert, E. Griffiths, H.
+     Gill, A. Garnham, M. Heddle, C. Hart, D. von Hacht, E. Hobson, H.
+     Leake, B. Law, E. Lloyd, A. M. Lynch, H. Leah, J. Lewenz, C. Morin,
+     M. More, C. Mather, E. Maynard, E. McCaul, E. Prate, M.
+     Addison-Scott, K. Stanton, A. Solomon, M. Somerville. M. Trollope,
+     Una Tracy, B. Tomlinson, Harold Watson, W. Wilson, E. Woolf, E.
+     Wedgewood, K. Williams, A. Wilson.
+
+JUNIOR DIVISION.
+
+1. Sir Torre. 2. Pip. 3. Humphrey Clinker. 4. Zem. 5. Bore. 6. C�sar. 7.
+Troilus. 8. Duergar.
+
+     CLASS I.--Eight marks:--D. Blunt, M. McCalman Turpie.
+
+     CLASS II.--Consisting of those who have gained seven marks or
+     less:--A. Allsebrook, R. G. Bell, E. E. Borchard, L. Besley, C.
+     Burne, E. Blackbourne, E. Burdett, F. Boreham, E. Brake, F. Burne,
+     L. Biddle, F. Cooper, M. Cooper, A. Coombs, C. Crawford, E.
+     Coombes, M. Callcott, E. Carrington, F. Clayton, H. Chappell, J.
+     Chapman, S. Coventry, V. Coombes, C. D'Almeida, R. Dutton, E.
+     Elston, E. Evans, C. Fullford, M. Foreman, M. Frisby, L. Forrest,
+     A. Gilbert, L. Gill, G. Griffith, E. Gruning, A. Howard, F. Howard,
+     P. Hale, E. Hanlon, K. Hawkins, W. Hobson, W. Johnson, A. Kino, A.
+     King, A. McKelly, A. Leah, K. Lynch, J. Laneum, W. Lewenz, E.
+     Morgan, H. Mayer, J. Moore, M. Meredith, G. Morris, C. Moody, N.
+     Maxwell, F. Medlycott, E. Nicholson, G. Neame, E. Neame, F. Newman,
+     E. Quilter, S. Rolfe, M. Crompton-Roberts, E. Stanton, K. Simson,
+     L. Stibbs, E. Stanley, G. Stallybrass, H. M. Smith, M. Wood-Smith,
+     F. Todd, M. Wiper, K. Wedgwood, F. Woolf, L. Walpole, W. Wigram, J.
+     Williamson.
+
+     _Note._--The following Competitors were credited in our Register
+     with Solutions to Puzzle No. 16, but by an oversight their names
+     were omitted from the list published in the May Number:--SENIORS.
+     W. Besley, H. Cornfield, G. H. Dundas, E. M. G. Gill, C. G. Hill,
+     H. Leah, C. J. Mather, C. G. Rees, H. R. Stanton, M. C. Welland, B.
+     Wright, E. L. Wilkinson, E. H. Wilkinson. JUNIORS. E. Elston, L. L.
+     Gill, W. Goligher, M. A. Howard, F. S. Howard, M. Jenkins, A. Leah,
+     F. J. Medleycott, E. L. Metcalf, H. J. Nix, E. A. Neame, G. Price,
+     C. Roberts, E. Stanton, M. W. Smith, M. C. Tonge, M. Turpie (K.
+     Lynch should have been in Class I. instead of Class II.)
+
+
+The "Little Folks" Special Prize Competitions for 1884.
+
+The following is a Complete List of the SEVEN SPECIAL COMPETITIONS for
+the present year in which--with the view of giving younger readers the
+same opportunities of success as older ones--there are Senior Divisions
+for those of the age of _Fourteen_ and _under Seventeen_, and Junior
+Divisions for those _under Fourteen_:--
+
+     No. I.--PLAIN NEEDLEWORK, as shown in Night-dresses and Cotton and
+     Print Frocks for Children and Infants in Hospitals.
+
+     [N. B.--In this Competition machine sewing is not allowed, and no
+     article is to be washed.]
+
+     No. II.--ILLUMINATED TEXTS, suitable for hanging in the wards of
+     Children's Hospitals and kindred Institutions.
+
+     [N. B.--The Texts are to be limited to from three to nine words.
+     The _designs_ are not to be _necessarily_ original, but _printed
+     outlines_ will not be allowable.]
+
+     No. III.--SINGLE DOLLS IN COSTUME.--Historical, Military, Naval,
+     representing Nationalities, &c.
+
+     [N. B.--The clothes should be made to take off and put on.]
+
+     No. IV.--SCRAP-ALBUMS.
+
+     [In this Competition the Albums may include not only ordinary
+     Scraps and Coloured and Plain Pictures, but also Pressed Flowers,
+     Ferns, Seaweed, Christmas, New Year, Easter, and Birthday Cards,
+     &c. &c. The Albums themselves may either be bought or made by the
+     Competitors.]
+
+     No. V.--SINGLE DOLLS (including BABY DOLLS), in Ordinary Clothes.
+
+     [N. B.--The clothes should be made to take off and put on.]
+
+     No. VI.--TOYS, MADE OF ANY MATERIAL, AND WOOL PLAYTHINGS as shown
+     in Wool Balls, Knitted and Crocheted Reins, &c. &c.
+
+In _each_ of these Six Competitions (I. to VI.) Two Prizes in Books of
+the respective values of TWO GUINEAS and ONE GUINEA will be awarded in
+the Senior Division, and Two Prizes of the respective values of ONE
+GUINEA and HALF A GUINEA will also be awarded in the Junior Division;
+making in all Four Prizes in _each_ Competition of the value of FOUR AND
+A HALF GUINEAS.
+
+     No. VII.--THE "LITTLE FOLKS" SPECIAL ILLUSTRATED STORY COMPETITION
+     FOR 1884.
+
+     [In this Competition (No. VII.) Prizes in Books and Medals of
+     _exactly the same value and number_ are offered _in each Division_
+     to those who shall send in the BEST ORIGINAL ILLUSTRATED STORIES,
+     account being also taken of the neatness of the writing and the
+     arrangement of the Pictures. The following is the list (_in each
+     Division_):--A FIRST PRIZE OF ONE GUINEA AND A HALF in Books for
+     the BEST STORY; a SECOND PRIZE OF ONE GUINEA in Books for the
+     SECOND BEST STORY; a THIRD PRIZE OF HALF A GUINEA in Books for the
+     THIRD BEST STORY; and TWELVE PRIZES OF HALF-CROWN BOOKS to the NEXT
+     TWELVE BEST of the Competitors following the winner of the Third
+     Prize; thus making in all, in the Two Divisions, THIRTY PRIZES.
+     Further particulars and the Regulations were given in the January,
+     1884, Number of LITTLE FOLKS.]
+
+All Prize-winners in the SEVEN COMPETITIONS will receive Bronze Medals
+constituting them Officers of the LITTLE FOLKS Legion of Honour; and in
+addition to the Prizes and Medals offered, some of the most deserving
+Competitors will be included in a Special List of Honour, and will be
+awarded Members' Medals of the Legion. All readers of LITTLE FOLKS (if
+within the stipulated ages), whether Girls or Boys, may compete in _any
+or all_ of the above Competitions, and the Regulations (which were given
+in full in the January Number) are, briefly, as follow:--
+
+     All work of every kind (including, of course, the Stories) to be
+     certified by a Parent, Magistrate, Minister of Religion, Teacher,
+     or other person in a responsible position, as the sender's _own
+     unaided_ work. In the case of the Stories (for Competition VII.) a
+     Certificate must be given that they are _original_; and the printed
+     conditions must be strictly observed. The age of _every_ Competitor
+     must also be attested.--All work to be carefully marked with the
+     Competitor's name, age, and full address, and to be sent,
+     accompanied by the Certificate, carefully packed and _carriage
+     paid_, addressed to "The Editor of LITTLE FOLKS, La Belle Sauvage
+     Yard, Ludgate Hill, London, E.C."--All the Competitions will
+     _finally close_ on SATURDAY, THE 30TH OF SEPTEMBER, 1884.
+
+The whole of the work of every kind in the SEVEN COMPETITIONS will be
+distributed among the little inmates of the principal CHILDREN'S
+HOSPITALS and KINDRED INSTITUTIONS throughout the United Kingdom.
+
+The foregoing are in addition to the regular "Picture Page" and Puzzle
+Competitions, &c. (see pages 61 and 64).
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: QUESTIONS AND ANSWERS.]
+
+QUESTIONS AND ANSWERS.
+
+
+[_The Editor requests that all inquiries and replies intended for
+insertion in LITTLE FOLKS should have the words "Questions and Answers"
+written on the left-hand top corners of the envelopes containing them.
+Only those which the Editor considers suitable and of general interest
+to his readers will be printed._]
+
+
+PRIZE COMPETITIONS, &c.
+
+A FOREIGN COMPETITOR.--[An announcement of a Prize Puzzle Competition,
+in addition to a "Picture Page Wanting Words" Competition, in both of
+which Extra Prizes will be given, and much longer time than usual
+allowed for sending in Answers, will appear in the September number of
+LITTLE FOLKS. These two Competitions have been arranged, in response to
+repeated requests, in order that Competitors residing on the Continent,
+and in the United States, Canada, &c., (in addition to those living in
+Great Britain), may take part in them in much greater numbers than they
+are generally able to do.--ED.]
+
+
+LITERATURE.
+
+A CROCODILE writes in answer to MARY HODGE, that the line--
+
+"When Greeks joined Greeks, then was the tug of war,"
+
+was written by Nathaniel Lee, and is to be found in his tragedy of
+_Alexander the Great_, act iv., scene 2. Answers also received from
+KITT, THISTLE, CHLOE, A YOUNG FIDDLER, and POP-A-TOP.
+
+FLURUMPUS FLUMP asks in what poem
+
+"A boy's will is the wind's will"
+
+is to be found, and what is the first verse.
+
+
+COOKERY.
+
+ARIEL writes, in reply to PRINCESS IDA, that the way to make jumbles is
+to rasp on some good sugar the rinds of two lemons; dry, reduce it to
+powder, and sift it with as much more as will make up a pound in weight;
+mix with it one pound of flour, four well-beaten eggs, and six ounces of
+warm butter; drop the mixture on buttered tins, and bake the jumbles in
+a very slow oven from twenty to thirty minutes. They should be pale, but
+perfectly crisp. Answer also received from NORA F.
+
+MAID OF ATHENS wishes to have a recipe for oat-cakes.
+
+PEPPER AND BLOSSOM would like to know how to make cocoa-nut ice.
+
+
+GENERAL.
+
+WHITE ANEMONE writes, in answer to BLUEBELL, who wishes to know when and
+by whom organs were invented: "Jubal is mentioned in Gen. iv. 21, as
+'the father of all such as handle the harp and organ;' but neither the
+century of its invention nor the name of the inventor can be given. Hero
+and Vitruvius speak of a water-organ, invented or made by Ctesibius, of
+Alexandria, about 180 or 200 B.C., so that it may be inferred that other
+kinds of organs were then in existence. Aldhelm, an Anglo-Saxon writer,
+mentions that organs were used in England at the end of the seventh and
+the beginning of the eighth century. The Byzantine emperor, Constantine
+VI., sent an organ to Pepin, the father of Charlemagne, about the year
+757. In 812, Charlemagne had another one built in the same way. This is
+related by Eginhard, who was Charlemagne's secretary. In 880, Pope John
+VIII. had an organ from Germany, and an expert player was sent with it.
+It is supposed that this organ was the first ever used in Rome. Of the
+quality of these early organs little is known."--Answers also received
+from F. CROPPER, GAMBA, CHERUB, and CLAUDIA.
+
+THE DUKE OF OMNIUM writes, in answer to SISTER SNOUT, that a window-box
+may be very prettily arranged with nasturtiums (climbing ones) at each
+corner, and _Lobelia speciosa_. Mignonette would make a border, or
+violets and sweet alyssum placed alternately. Red geraniums should be
+placed behind the smaller plants, and thus a very pretty box may be made
+with good, hardy plants.--Answers also received from IOLANTHE, CHERUB,
+H. B. BODINGTON, DEAR DUMPS, and CUPID.
+
+THE BLACK PRINCE wishes to have directions for making a cardboard model.
+[An article on this subject appeared in LITTLE FOLKS, Vol. XVII., page
+205.--ED.]
+
+M. H. S. would be glad to know if maidenhair ferns need much water, and
+how often they ought to be watered.
+
+THE DUKE OF OMNIUM writes, in answer to QUEEN MAB, that if her myrtle
+suffers from scale, the following is an excellent cure for it:--"Make
+some size or jelly glue water of moderate thickness. Dip the head of the
+plant in such water, or syringe it well all over. After this, the plant
+should be placed in a shady place for about two days, and then, after
+rubbing the dry head of the plant through your fingers so as to cause
+the insects and glue to fall off, syringe heavily with clear water at
+120�."
+
+ELAINE.--[The meaning of "A E I" was given in LITTLE FOLKS, Vol. XVIII.,
+page 63.--ED.]
+
+
+NATURAL HISTORY.
+
+A GENTLEMAN OF COLOUR would be glad to know if Indian meal is good for
+rabbits. [It can be used in turn with other dry food, but is too
+fattening to suit any animals kept in confinement for a permanency,
+unless they are to be fattened up.]
+
+SNOUT and M. S. R. wish to know what is the best food for goldfinches,
+and whether hemp-seed is injurious to them.--[A very little hemp-seed
+occasionally is good, and much is very bad, for nearly all birds. The
+best food is a mixture of canary, millet, oat-grits, and rape or
+maw-seed, putting about a dozen grains of hemp-seed on the top every
+day. The bird soon learns the plan, and leaves off scattering the other
+seed to get at the hemp, as he will otherwise do.]
+
+QUEEN MAB wants to know how to tame her goldfinch. It is a last year's
+bird, and she has not had it long. It is fed on canary-seed and a little
+hemp.--[For food, see above, a little more variety being well. As to
+taming, it will soon get tame if you spend time often by it and _keep
+still_, and always feed it yourself. Some children are too impatient--to
+be _quiet_ near birds and animals is the main thing.]
+
+Picture Story Wanting Words.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+A GUINEA BOOK and an Officer's Medal of the LITTLE FOLKS Legion of
+Honour will be given for the best Story having special reference to the
+Picture below. A smaller Book and an Officer's Medal will be given, in
+addition, for the best Story (on the same subject) _relatively to the
+age of the Competitor_; so that no Competitor is too young to try for
+this second Prize. The Story must not exceed 500 words in length, and
+must be certified as the unaided work of the Competitor by a Minister,
+Teacher, Parent, or some other responsible person. All the Competitors
+must be under the age of Sixteen years. Stories from Competitors
+residing in Great Britain and Ireland must reach the Editor on or before
+the 10th of July next; in the case of Stories sent from the English
+Colonies or from Foreign Countries an extension of time to the 15th of
+July will be allowed. In addition to the Two Prizes and Officers'
+Medals, some of the most deserving Competitors will be included in a
+special List of Honour, and will be awarded Members' Medals of the
+LITTLE FOLKS Legion of Honour. The Editor particularly requests that
+each envelope which contains a Story having reference to this Picture
+should have the words "Picture Story Wanting Words" plainly written on
+the left-hand top corner of it. Competitors are referred to a notice
+respecting the Silver Medal, which was printed on page 115 of the last
+Volume.
+
+
+
+
++--------------------------------------------------------------+
+| Transcriber's Note:                                          |
+|                                                              |
+| Page 1: "would give so much to see" has been changed to      |
+| "would give so much to see."                                 |
+|                                                              |
+| Page 7: Quotation marks before: I don't think our father'd   |
+| have been removed                                            |
+|                                                              |
+| Page 18: "his subjects loved and honoured Solohim" has been  |
+| changed to "his subjects loved and honoured Solomon"         |
+|                                                              |
+| Page 31: closing quotation mark has been removed--leaving    |
+| the door open.                                               |
+|                                                              |
+| Page 32: closing quotation mark has been removed--admire me  |
+| for my strength.                                             |
+|                                                              |
+| Page 55: "The number of Officers" has been changed to        |
+| "(The number of Officers"                                    |
+|                                                              |
+| Page 57: The name Florence J. Meddlycot is spelled F. J.     |
+| Medleycott on p. 62.                                         |
+|                                                              |
+| Page 58: "he should have it" has been changed to "he should  |
+| have it."                                                    |
+|                                                              |
+| Page 61: opening quotation mark changed from single quote to |
+| double quote--shall we try a new game out of doors?          |
+|                                                              |
+| Page 62: the name M Turpie has been changed to M. Turpie     |
+|                                                              |
+| Page 62: "January, 1884, Number of LITTLE FOLKS." has been   |
+| changed to "January, 1884, Number of LITTLE FOLKS.]"         |
+|                                                              |
+| Page 63: "Canada, &c.), in addition to those" has been       |
+| changed to "Canada, &c., (in addition to those"              |
+|                                                              |
++--------------------------------------------------------------+
+
+
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+Title: Little Folks (July 1884)
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+
+<div class="notes">
+
+<p>
+Transcriber's Note: Table of Contents has been added
+for the HTML version. Amendments can be read by placing cursor over
+words with a dashed underscore like
+<ins class="correction" title="Transcriber's Note">this</ins>.
+A name spelled Florence J. Meddlycot on p. 57 is spelled F. J. Medleycott on p. 62.
+</p>
+</div>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<h1><span class="smcap">Little Folks</span>:</h1>
+
+<h2><i>A Magazine for the Young.</i></h2>
+
+<h3><i>NEW AND ENLARGED SERIES.</i></h3>
+
+<h4>CASSELL &amp; COMPANY, <span class="smcap">Limited:</span></h4>
+
+<h4><i>LONDON, PARIS &amp; NEW YORK.</i></h4>
+
+<h4>[ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.]</h4>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
+<img src="images/i001.jpg" width="600" height="459" alt="cover" title="cover" />
+</div>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 416px;">
+<a name="Frontispiece" id="Frontispiece"></a>
+<img src="images/i004.jpg" width="408" height="550" alt="A Queen of the Beach" title="A Queen of the Beach" />
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">a queen of the beach</span></p>
+</div>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<h2>Contents</h2>
+<table summary="Contents">
+<tr><td></td><td class="tocpg sml">PAGE</td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#A_Little_Too_Clever">A Little Too Clever</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_001">1</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#Little_Miss_Propriety">Little Miss Propriety</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_011">11</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#Fighting_With_A_Shadow">Fighting With A Shadow</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_012">12</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#Pretty_Work_for_Little_Fingers">Pretty Work for Little Fingers</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_013">13</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#Stories_Told_In_Westminster_Abbey">Stories Told In Westminster Abbey</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_014">14</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#Madges_Dove">Madge's Dove</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_016">16</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#Our_Sunday_Afternoons">Our Sunday Afternoons</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_018">18</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#Nessies_Adventure">Nessie's Adventure</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_021">21</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#Too_Young_For_School">Too Young For School</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_021">21</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#The_Home_Of_The_Beads">The Home Of The Beads</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_026">26</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#A_Practical_Joke">A Practical Joke</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_028">28</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#Little_Toilers_Of_The_Night">Little Toilers Of The Night</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_030">30</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#Their_Road_To_Fortune">Their Road To Fortune</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_032">32</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#Some_Famous_Railway_Trains_And_Their_Story">Some Famous Railway Trains And Their Story</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_039">39</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#Mornings_At_The_Zoo">Mornings At The Zoo</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_041">41</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#The_Childrens_Own_Garden_In_July">The Children's Own Garden In July</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_043">43</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#A_Summer_Hour">A Summer Hour</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_044">44</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#Little_Margarets_Kitchen">Little Margaret's Kitchen, And What She Did In It.&mdash;VII.</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_045">45</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#How_Paulina_Won_Back_Peter">How Paulina Won Back Peter</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_047">47</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#The_Editors_Pocketbook">The Editor's Pocket-book</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_051">51</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#A_Queen_Of_The_Beach">A Queen Of The Beach</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_054">54</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#The_Little_Folks_Humane_Society">The "Little Folks" Humane Society</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_055">55</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#True_Stories_About_Pets_Anecdotes">True Stories About Pets, Anecdotes, &amp;c.</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_057">57</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#Our_Little_Folks_Own_Corner">Our Little Folks' Own Corner</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_058">58</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#Answers_To_Our_Little_Folks_Own_Puzzles">Answers To Our Little Folks' Own Puzzles</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_058">58</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#Our_Music_Page">Our Music Page</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_059">59</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#Our_Little_Folks_Own_Puzzles">Our Little Folks' Own Puzzles</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_060">60</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#Prize_Puzzle_Competition">Prize Puzzle Competition</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_061">61</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#Questions_and_Answers">Questions and Answers</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_063">63</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#Picture_Story_Wanting_Words">Picture Story Wanting Words</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_064">64</a></td></tr>
+</table>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_001" id="Page_001"></a></span></p>
+
+<hr />
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<h1>LITTLE FOLKS.</h1>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<h2><a name="A_Little_Too_Clever" id="A_Little_Too_Clever"></a>A LITTLE TOO CLEVER.</h2>
+
+<h4><i>By the Author of "Pen's Perplexities," "Margaret's Enemy," "Maid Marjory," &amp;c.</i></h4>
+
+<h4>CHAPTER I.&mdash;THE MOOR.</h4>
+
+<p><span class="dropcap006"><span class="dropcap">C</span></span><span class="smcap">rimson</span> and gold.
+As far as one
+could see across
+the moor it was
+one broad expanse
+of purply
+heather, kindled
+into a glowing
+crimson by the
+blaze of ruddy
+sunshine, and
+lighted here and
+there by bright
+patches of the
+thorny golden
+rod. Dame Nature
+had evidently
+painted
+out of her summer
+paint-box, and had not spared her best and
+brightest colours. Crimson-lake, children; you know
+what a lovely colour it is, and how fast it goes, for
+you are very fond of using it, and there is only one
+cake in each of your boxes. But here was crimson-lake
+enough to have emptied all the paint-boxes in
+the world, you might suppose, and the brightest of
+goldy yellows, and the greenest of soft transparent
+greens, such as no paint-box ever did, nor ever will,
+possess; and over all the most azure of blues,
+flecked with floating masses of soft indescribable
+white, looking to Elsie like the foamy soapsuds
+at the top of the tub when mother had been
+having a rare wash, but to Duncan like lumps
+of something he had once tasted and never
+forgotten, called cocoa-nut ice.</p>
+
+<p>It seemed a pity when Dame Nature had spent
+her colours so lavishly that there should be no one
+to see her bright handiwork. Yet, sad to tell, there
+lay the broad sheet of crimson and gold day after
+day unnoticed and unheeded, till, in despair, it
+at length began to wither and blacken and die.</p>
+
+<p>For this was a lonely moor, where the heather
+and gorse bloomed so bravely, so lonely that even
+along the road which skirted it the number of those
+who passed by in a day could be counted on the
+fingers of your hand; and as for the moor itself, it
+seldom had any visitors but the cows from the little
+farm which nestled away in one corner; and do you
+suppose such lazy, cupboard-loving creatures cared
+whether the heather bloomed or not, so long as
+they found grass enough to eat?</p>
+
+<p>But the glorious moor had a worse indignity than
+this to endure, for there was a cottage here and there
+whose inhabitants frequently crossed by the beaten
+tracks, and never so much as lifted their eyes as
+they passed along, to notice the gorgeous dress
+their moor had put on. They were so used to it.
+Had she not worn it every year since they could
+remember? and so they sauntered by, thinking about
+eating or drinking, or how they would serve their
+neighbours out, sometimes even quarrelling loudly,
+and never giving so much as a passing thought
+to all the beauty God had spread around them, and
+which we who dwell in towns would give so much
+to <ins class="correction" title="Transcriber's Note: original reads 'see' without a period">see.</ins></p>
+
+<p>The sun was shining down very hotly, but it had
+not yet begun to wither the heather and gorse, on
+the day when I want you to notice two little
+children going across the moor. I told you there
+were cottages here and there, and in a pretty little
+green hollow just beyond a fair-sized hillock was
+one where lived the MacDougalls. These two
+children were Elsie and Duncan MacDougall.
+They very often crossed the moor, for the farm was
+on the other side of it, and the milk and butter had
+all to be fetched from it, the milk twice a day,
+whether the sun blazed, or the chilly Scottish
+drizzle blotted out the hills in a misty haze, or the
+north wind swept across it, and shook the gaunt fir-trees
+to and fro in its noisy wrath.</p>
+
+<p>"Ain't you coming on, Elsie?" Duncan cried
+impatiently, for Elsie had seated herself on a big
+stone, pushed back her sun-bonnet from her damp
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_002" id="Page_002">[Pg 2]</a></span>
+freckled forehead, crossed her brown arms defiantly
+over her holland pinafore, and was swinging her
+bare feet as if she never meant to move another
+step to-night.</p>
+
+<p>"No, I ain't coming, Duncan, and that's all
+about it," Elsie replied, sulkily, only she said it in
+a broad Scottish accent which you would hardly
+have understood had you heard it, and certainly
+could make nothing of if I were to try to write it.</p>
+
+<p>"Then we'll get beaten when we get back,"
+Duncan said, miserably. "Mother's always scolding,
+and it's your fault, Elsie."</p>
+
+<p>Elsie looked at him contemptuously. "Go on
+by yourself," she cried; "I ain't afraid. It's only
+Robbie that they're in such a hurry to get the
+milk for, and I'm not going to hurry for Robbie.
+Go on by yourself, do."</p>
+
+<p>But this was more than Duncan dared do, and
+Elsie knew it, for, in the first place, it would have
+seemed as if he sided with Robbie against Elsie,
+which would have been quite untrue; and, in the
+second, it would have got Elsie into trouble with
+their mother, and that Duncan would not have done
+for anything in the world. If Elsie had been a
+queen, then Duncan would have been one of her
+most willing subjects, and done her bidding whatever
+it might cost.</p>
+
+<p>So there stood Duncan, fidgeting to get on, yet
+bound to the spot where Elsie stayed by a bond
+stronger than links of iron. It was in vain that he
+fidgeted from one bare foot to the other, or vented
+his impatience by flinging his Scottish bonnet high
+in the air and catching it again. Elsie was immovable,
+for Elsie was in one of her very contrariest
+moods to-day, and I can hardly describe to
+you how very contrary she could be.</p>
+
+<p>At last, very slowly and deliberately, she got off
+the stone, and began slowly to stretch herself. "Do
+make haste!" cried Duncan, almost tired out.</p>
+
+<p>"I can't be hurried," Elsie replied, with a grand
+air, stooping down to pick up the milk-can, which
+she had deposited at the side of the stone. "It's
+much too hot and I'm much too tired, and I don't
+see why I should be expected to fetch the milk at
+all. You and Robbie ought to do it. You're boys,
+and I'm a girl. It's a shame, and I mean to tell
+mother so."</p>
+
+<p>Duncan gazed at her in amazement. He knew
+Elsie was very daring, but did she really mean to
+tell their mother that?</p>
+
+<p>"Me and Robbie?" he gasped. "Robbie never
+goes nowhere with us, Elsie, don't you know?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, I know, child," Elsie replied, with a lofty
+toss of her head. "It's just what I do know.
+Robbie stops at home while you and me do all the
+errands and everything else too, and it isn't fair."</p>
+
+<p>"But you wouldn't like Robbie to come with us:
+you know you wouldn't," Duncan exclaimed, in
+perplexity.</p>
+
+<p>"With <i>us!</i> No, indeed," Elsie cried, with a little
+contemptuous laugh. "I don't want any spoilt
+little namby-pamby cry-babies along with me; but
+that's no reason why I, a girl, should fetch milk
+for Robbie to drink while he stays at home. Can't
+you see that, stupid-head?"</p>
+
+<p>Duncan said "Yes," but he didn't, all the same.
+He and Elsie went together, and it never had occurred
+to him that it ought to be different. He
+didn't care for Robbie: Elsie didn't, and so he
+didn't. Elsie said he was a spoilt baby, therefore
+Duncan knew he must be one; and certainly
+he couldn't scamper over the moor, and climb the
+trees, and fly here, there, and everywhere, like he
+and Elsie could.</p>
+
+<p>Elsie had begun to move slowly along, carrying
+the basin, in which was butter wrapped in wet
+cloths and a cool cabbage-leaf. Duncan had the
+milk-can, and would have been almost home by
+now, had he not been obliged to keep on waiting
+for Elsie to come up with him, his eager footsteps
+continually carrying him far on ahead of her sauntering
+pace.</p>
+
+<p>"I'm just not going over that hill," she said,
+deliberately, when at length they reached the
+purple hillock on the other side of which stood
+the cottage. "Come on, Duncan; I'm going round."</p>
+
+<p>"But it's ever so much longer, and we're so
+late," grumbled Duncan.</p>
+
+<p>"Who cares?" cried Elsie, stolidly. "I'm a girl
+and I'm not going to climb up the hill in this
+heat."</p>
+
+<p>Duncan stared again. He had never heard
+Elsie complain of the hill before. Usually they
+scampered up it, and rolled down the steepest side&mdash;not,
+truly, when there was milk to carry, but at other
+times. And now Elsie was walking along in a
+languid, mincing fashion, as if she had no more
+fun in her than Robbie himself, and had never
+scampered bare-foot over the moor six days out of
+every week, no matter what the weather might be.</p>
+
+<p>"There's Robbie at the garden gate beckoning
+us. I expect mother's very angry," cried Duncan,
+despairingly.</p>
+
+<p>"Who cares? let him beckon," Elsie replied, with
+the most provoking indifference. "Run on by yourself
+if you're afraid."</p>
+
+<p>Most unkind taunt of all. Did not Elsie well
+know that Duncan was bound to her by the chains
+of a most unswerving, unquestioning loyalty? and
+that though he was, so to speak, ready to jump
+out of his skin with impatient anxiety, to forsake
+Elsie would never enter his simple little head.
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_003" id="Page_003">[Pg 3]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>When Robbie saw that they did not hurry, he came
+running towards them, calling out, "Elsie, Duncan,
+do make haste! Mother's so cross. You are late."</p>
+
+<p>"Are we? And are you in a hurry, Robbie? because
+if you are you'd better fetch the milk yourself
+another time. Duncan and I are not your servants,"
+Elsie replied, loftily.</p>
+
+<p>Robbie stared, as well he might. "I only know
+mother's very cross," he reiterated dubiously, as if
+not quite knowing what to say; "and I don't think
+you know how late it is."</p>
+
+<p>"Look here," cried Elsie, standing stock still:
+"suppose I tip this milk over on to the heather,
+what'ud you say to that?" and she lifted up the lid,
+and tilted the can, until the foaming white milk
+was just ready to pour over the side.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh! Elsie, Elsie, what are you doing?" cried
+Duncan, in a panic; while Robbie exclaimed,
+"Wouldn't mother make you go back and fetch some
+more, Elsie, with the pennies out of your box?"</p>
+
+<p>Perhaps Elsie thought it might be so. Any way,
+she put the can straight, and moved on again, but as
+she did so she said to Robbie, "You'd like to tell
+mother what I said, wouldn't you, duckie? So you
+can if you like; I don't care what you tell mother."</p>
+
+<p>"No, I don't want to tell," Robbie said, almost
+angrily, with a pink face and a moist look in the
+eyes.</p>
+
+<p>As the three children walked along you could
+hardly help noticing what a difference there was
+between the two elder and Robbie. Elsie and
+Duncan were big-limbed, ruddy-cheeked children,
+with high cheek-bones, fair-skinned, but well
+freckled and tanned by the sun. Their younger
+brother was like them, and yet so different. His
+skin was fair, but of milky whiteness, showing too
+clearly the blue veins underneath it. The ruddy
+colour in their faces was in his represented by the
+palest tinge of pink. His bare arms were soft and
+white and thin. Their abundant straw-coloured
+hair had in his case become palest gold, of silky
+texture, falling in curling locks almost on to his
+shoulders. He was, in short, a smaller, weaker,
+more delicate edition of these two elder ones. They
+looked the very embodiment of health and strength,
+he fragile, timid, and delicate. No wonder he never
+scampered across the heath or rolled down the hillsides.
+The mists were too chilly for him, the sun
+too hot; and so it came about that Elsie and
+Duncan went together, and Robbie was left behind,
+for Elsie was selfish, and hadn't it in her nature to
+wait about for the little one, and suit her steps or
+her play to his, and Duncan did whatever she did.
+Perhaps their mother did not care to trust the
+little fellow with Elsie, knowing too well that she
+was thoughtless, and unable in her own robust
+strength to understand the fatigue and listlessness
+of her little brother. Elsie told him he would run
+well enough without shoes and stockings, but their
+mother had most particularly charged him that he
+was never to take them off without special permission,
+for he was too delicate to run the risk of
+damping his feet. Elsie and Duncan thought it
+great nonsense, and both pitied and despised
+Robbie for being such a miserable molly-coddle.</p>
+
+<p>"Now here's mother herself coming after us,"
+cried Duncan, anxiously scanning Elsie's face to
+see how she would act now.</p>
+
+<p>But Elsie was still unflurried. Duncan almost
+held his breath, for there were signs of a
+storm. Mrs. MacDougall's face was red, her
+mouth ominously screwed up; she waved her
+hand angrily towards them&mdash;an action which Elsie
+pretended not to see.</p>
+
+<p>"Where have you been all this time, madam?"
+she burst forth, when they reached her. "I will
+teach you to hasten your footsteps. Did I not
+send Robbie to the gate to beckon you to be quick?
+You suppose you may do as you like, but you are
+mistaken, you lazy, ill-behaved wench. The new
+frock I had bought you shall be given to Nannie
+Cameron, and you shall wear your old one to the
+kirk. How will that suit your vanity? And you
+may be off to bed now directly, without any supper.
+There are twigs enough for a birch rod, my lady,
+if bed does not bring you to a better frame of
+mind. Run in now, and don't let me see your face
+before six o'clock to-morrow morning."</p>
+
+<p>What could Elsie be thinking of? She did not
+run. Robbie looked at her in piteous distress;
+Duncan was beside himself. He cast a beseeching
+glance at Elsie, a momentary one of resentful
+anger at his mother, an impatient one at Robbie,
+the unfortunate messenger of their mother's anger.</p>
+
+<p>Then a look of great determination settled over
+their mother's face. "Do you dare me?" she
+cried. "Did I ever threaten and not perform?
+Will you compel me to whip you? Then if you
+would not have it so, hasten your footsteps at
+once."</p>
+
+<p>Duncan caught hold of Elsie's hand and tried
+to pull her, but those sturdy, legs had the very
+spirit of obstinacy in them. "Be quiet," she said;
+"I want to be whipped."</p>
+
+<p>"Mother means it," Duncan cried. "She has
+never done it before, but she will now, Elsie."</p>
+
+<p>Elsie had often dared her mother, but never
+so flagrantly as this; and Mrs. MacDougall was
+not a woman to be dared with impunity. Elsie was
+going a little too far; every one saw that except
+herself.</p>
+
+<p>"Stay here," Mrs. MacDougall said sternly to
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_004" id="Page_004">[Pg 4]</a></span>
+the two boys when they entered the cottage
+kitchen. Then she took Elsie by the shoulder, and
+marched her up the few stairs. Robbie and Duncan
+stood stock still, looking blankly at each other.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 450px;">
+<img src="images/i012.jpg" width="450" height="449" alt="Illustration: He came running towards them" title="He came running towards them" />
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">he came running towards them</span> (<a href="#Page_003"><i>p.</i> 3</a>).</p>
+</div>
+
+<p>Presently there came from the room overhead a
+low sobbing sound, and a minute or two afterwards
+Mrs. MacDougall appeared, stern and frowning.</p>
+
+<p>It was an unhappy supper they sat down to.
+Robbie was very wretched, and as for Duncan,
+each mouthful threatened to choke him. Mrs.
+MacDougall wore a troubled face. After it was
+ended Duncan crept away to his sister's room.</p>
+
+<p>"I knew mother would," he said, sympathisingly,
+"and I know she'll do it again, if you do it. You
+wouldn't, would you, Elsie? Mother never whipped
+you before, never in all our lives, Elsie, but you
+didn't care. What was the matter with you?"</p>
+
+<p>"You little stupid!" Elsie replied patronisingly;
+"I won't fetch the milk at all, not if mother whips
+me every day. I don't care. You don't know what
+I know, and you don't know what I'm going to do,
+but I know myself; and you little cowardy custard, you
+don't know what secret I could tell you if I liked."</p>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<h3>CHAPTER II.&mdash;WHAT ELSIE FOUND.</h3>
+
+<p><span class="dropcap008"><span class="dropcap">D</span></span><br /><span class="smcap">uncan</span>
+crept away to his own little bedchamber
+with an uneasy feeling of trouble.
+It was next to Elsie's, separated from it
+only by a little square bit of landing, and,
+like hers, was a tiny apartment under the roof,
+with a ceiling of the bare rafters which supported
+the tiles. In each was a small wooden bedstead,
+a deal stand, with basin and jug of coarse white
+earthenware, and a small deal box, which served
+both to keep clothes in and as a chair.</p>
+
+<p>Everything was scrupulously clean, even to the
+dimity vallance that hung across the low window.
+In autumn and winter the bleak wind whistled
+through the chimneys and rattled the casements in
+a way that would have prevented a town-bred child
+from sleeping, and up in those bare rooms there
+was cold enough to pinch you black and blue; but
+Elsie and Duncan had never thought much of
+that, for they had been accustomed to it from babyhood,
+and only threw on their thick homespun
+garments in greater haste.</p>
+
+<p>Just now the weather was unusually hot, and the
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_005" id="Page_005">[Pg 5]</a></span>
+little lofts had gone to the other extreme, and
+were more like ovens than anything else. Duncan
+had scarcely taken off his jacket when he heard
+Elsie calling. He ran to see what she wanted. "I
+s'pose you won't go telling any tales about what I
+said just now," she exclaimed shortly.</p>
+
+<p>"Of course I shan't," Duncan replied, indignantly;
+"but what was it you said? There
+wasn't anything to tell tales about except that you
+said you weren't going to fetch the milk."</p>
+
+<p>Elsie's mind was so full of her own affairs that it
+was quite a shock to her to find that Duncan had
+taken so little heed of her words. "It's a good
+thing I'm not such a silly baby as you are," she
+said, contemptuously&mdash;a way in which she so often
+spoke to Duncan that he quite believed Elsie to be
+the cleverest, most daring, and bravest creature in
+existence.</p>
+
+<p>"This place is like a furnace," she cried, irritably
+throwing the sheet which covered her down
+on to the floor. "Why should I be poked up here
+and Robbie sleep downstairs with mother and
+grandmother, eh, Duncan?"</p>
+
+<p>"I s'pose it's because he always does," Duncan
+replied dubiously.</p>
+
+<p>"Stupid-head!" cried Elsie. "And why does
+he always?"</p>
+
+<p>Duncan thought a minute. "P'raps it's because
+he's the youngest, and was the baby when you and
+me was bigger," he answered presently.</p>
+
+<p>Elsie turned over with an angry grunt. "It
+isn't anything of the sort," she cried; "and you
+might have known I didn't want you to answer
+me."</p>
+
+<p>"I thought you asked me," Duncan said, in
+much perplexity.</p>
+
+<p>"You ought to have said you didn't know, and
+then you'd have told the truth," Elsie said shortly.
+"Hush! there's some one coming up. Crawl
+under the bed, in case they come in."</p>
+
+<p>A slow dragging footstep came up the steep
+stairs, and presently a voice called softly, "Dooncan?"</p>
+
+<p>Duncan began to crawl out from under the
+bedstead, answering as he did so, "Yes, grandmother,
+here I am."</p>
+
+<p>Elsie dangled her foot over the side of the bed,
+and gave Duncan a pretty sharp kick as he
+emerged.</p>
+
+<p>"What's that for?" he stopped to ask.</p>
+
+<p>"Only because you're such a ridiculously silly
+little softie, that nobody could put a grain of sense
+into your head," Elsie replied, angrily. "Supposing
+it had been mother. A nice row you'd have got us
+into. Why couldn't you keep quiet, and she'd
+have thought we were both in bed and asleep."</p>
+
+<p>"But I knew it was grandmother's voice," said
+Duncan.</p>
+
+<p>"Dooncan," called the voice again, "I want
+you."</p>
+
+<p>Duncan opened the door this time. His grandmother
+did not seem to notice that he was in a
+forbidden place, but asked, with an anxious quaver
+in her voice, "Did mother beat Elsie, Duncan?"</p>
+
+<p>"I think so," Duncan replied indignantly.</p>
+
+<p>"Eh, well, Duncan," she said, consolingly,
+"mother's often threatened and never done it
+before, and Elsie's a wilful child, with a spirit and
+temper that must needs be broken. But what was
+the matter now?"</p>
+
+<p>"It was about fetching the milk," Duncan
+replied. "Elsie don't like it, and she wouldn't be
+quick."</p>
+
+<p>"Eh, well; but it's the place of the young to fetch
+and carry," said the old woman, in a much more
+cheerful tone than she had used before. "But
+Duncan, my laddie, have you picked up a wee bit
+of paper with writing on it, what grandmother has
+dropped?"</p>
+
+<p>"No, granny, I haven't never picked up a piece,"
+Duncan replied.</p>
+
+<p>"Nor seen it lying about neither, dearie? Come
+now, think if you picked it up and threw it in the
+fire. I won't be angry if you tell the truth."</p>
+
+<p>"I never saw it at all," said Duncan again.</p>
+
+<p>"Ah, well! I thought perhaps that it was about
+that mother was angry with Elsie, but it wasn't,
+after all; you're sure of that, Duncan?"</p>
+
+<p>"Oh no; it was about the milk," Duncan returned,
+readily.</p>
+
+<p>"And Elsie's asleep now. Well, well, youth
+must be chastised sometimes," crooned the old
+woman, softly. "You needn't talk about the paper
+I've lost, Duncan. It's safe enough in the fire, no
+doubt; but if you see a scrap of paper lying anywhere,
+bring it to grandmother, and she'll give you
+a penny for sharp eyes."</p>
+
+<p>Then the old dame went cautiously downstairs,
+feeling the way with her thick stick, and Duncan
+once more went off to bed.</p>
+
+<p>He woke very early the next morning, wondering
+whether Elsie would keep her vaunted threat of
+refusing to fetch the milk, and if so, what would
+happen: for if Elsie were obstinate, their mother
+was firm as a rock in doing a duty, and Duncan
+well knew she would not be overborne by any one.
+So it was with a vague uneasiness that he put on
+his clothes and went downstairs. To his surprise
+and relief, Elsie was already in the kitchen and was
+busily, though with a sulky-enough expression,
+rinsing out the can. Elsie's valour, like that of
+many an older person, was greater in words than
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_006" id="Page_006">[Pg 6]</a></span>
+action, and there is no doubt that the previous
+night's punishment had had its effect.</p>
+
+<p>But that Duncan should think so was the
+last thing that Elsie would wish. Directly they
+were outside the door, she said in a careless tone,
+"It's nice and cool this morning across the moor:
+much better out here than in that little loft."</p>
+
+<p>"And won't you come this afternoon?" asked
+simple, straightforward Duncan.</p>
+
+<p>"I don't know," Elsie answered sharply. "It
+depends upon whether I feel inclined. Duncan,
+what was that granny was asking about a piece of
+paper?"</p>
+
+<p>"She only asked me if I'd picked a piece up
+with writing on it, and said she'd give me a penny
+if I found it."</p>
+
+<p>"I dare say she would," laughed Elsie; "but you
+won't ever get the penny, Duncan, so don't expect
+it. She didn't ask if I'd picked it up?"</p>
+
+<p>"No, she didn't; but have you found it, Elsie?
+because I'll take it to her, and give you the penny,"
+Duncan remarked.</p>
+
+<p>"A penny indeed!" laughed Elsie contemptuously.
+"I wonder whether you really could keep a
+secret, Duncan?"</p>
+
+<p>Duncan was rather hurt at the implied doubt.
+"I never told tales of you, Elsie, never," he said,
+earnestly.</p>
+
+<p>"Look here," Elsie exclaimed, "I was weeding
+my bit of garden just under the kitchen window
+yesterday, and granny was sitting at the window,
+yet never saw me. She was reading some old
+letters, peering at them ever so hard through her
+spectacles, and talking to herself all the time. I
+expect she'd taken them out of mother's drawer, for
+she kept on looking round to see if any one was
+coming, and the best of it was I was watching all
+the time, and she never knew it. I saw her put
+one piece of paper down on the window-sill; she
+was saying very funny things to herself. 'Meg
+shouldn't have done it; she wouldn't take my advice.
+Ah! she'll rue it some day, I well believe,' and all
+on like that. Of course Meg means mother, and I
+was just wondering what it was she was talking
+about, when the wind blew quite a puff, and blew
+the piece of paper right on to my garden. I was just
+going to peep at it, and see what it was mother
+shouldn't have done. Then granny gets up, and goes
+peering all round to see where the paper's gone. She
+pulled all the cushions out of the chair, and turned
+up the matting, and looked over her letters ever so
+many times, and never noticed that it had blown out
+of the window. Presently I put my head through the
+window, and cried out, 'What's the matter, granny?'
+'It's only I've dropped a little bit of paper, my
+dear,' she says to me. 'Just come and see if your
+young eyes can find it.' I went in and looked all
+round. Of course I didn't find it, and I was
+almost dying of laughing all the time."</p>
+
+<p>"And have you got it now, Elsie?" Duncan asked,
+with wide eyes.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, I have," Elsie replied shortly; "and it's
+much more interesting than I thought it would be.
+It's about you and me."</p>
+
+<p>"You and me?" echoed Duncan, who was of a
+matter-of-fact mind, and was always content with
+things just as he found them.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, stupid," said Elsie, crossly; "I always said
+mother favoured Robbie, and so she does. Why
+he has new things much oftener than you, and
+you're older too. Do you and me have boots and
+stockings for week-a-days? then why should Robbie?
+Don't you wonder why mother pets him so?"</p>
+
+<p>"No," Duncan answered truthfully. "He's ever
+so much more babyish than me."</p>
+
+<p>"Well, I say it's a shame," continued Elsie.
+"Look at this old sun-bonnet. Do you think I ought
+to wear such a thing as that? Didn't I always say
+I'd love a long feather like the ladies at the manse?
+and why shouldn't I have one, and a silk pelisse,
+and gloves upon my hands, and sweet little shoes
+for walking in?"</p>
+
+<p>"Why, you'd be just a lady," Duncan said.</p>
+
+<p>Elsie laughed a pleased soft laugh. "A lady,
+just a bonny lady," she said over to herself; "and
+wouldn't you love to be a little laird, Duncan?"</p>
+
+<p>"I don't know what it's like, Elsie," Duncan said
+thoughtfully.</p>
+
+<p>"It isn't like fetching milk and sleeping in a loft,"
+Elsie said sharply. "It isn't like porridge for breakfast
+and porridge for supper. It would be like&mdash;&mdash;everything
+that's nice," she said, after a minute
+or two's pause, for she really did not know anything
+about it, and was suddenly pulled up in her description
+by that fact.</p>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<h4>CHAPTER III.&mdash;THE LETTER.</h4>
+
+<p><span class="dropcap018"><span class="dropcap">T</span></span><br /><span class="smcap">he</span> boy walked along, silently thinking over
+what Elsie had been saying, in a muddly,
+confused sort of way. Robbie, and granny's
+letter, and Elsie's beating, lairds and ladies,
+and something secret and mysterious that Elsie
+knew, were mingled hazily in his mind, in such
+chaotic fashion that he had nothing to say, not
+knowing how to put his ideas into the form of a
+question.</p>
+
+<p>It was not until they were on their road home
+again that he suddenly asked, "Whose letter is it,
+Elsie?"</p>
+
+<p>"What do you mean?" Elsie returned, with
+more than usual quickness. "I say it's mine and
+yours. Mother'd say 'twas hers, most likely; perhaps
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_007" id="Page_007">[Pg 7]</a></span>
+granny might say 'twas hers; I say it's ours
+as much as ever it's theirs, and the person what
+wrote it is our father; so there, Duncan."</p>
+
+<p>"Mine too!" Duncan echoed, in greater bewilderment
+than before. "Then, if it's mine too, Elsie&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>"Well, what?"</p>
+
+<p>"I ought to read it, an' see what's in it."</p>
+
+<p>Elsie laughed. "Of course you ought," she
+replied encouragingly. "That's just what I said to
+myself when I caught sight of it; and when I'd read
+it, an' saw that it was all about you and me, an' told
+a secret too, what granny an' mother have always
+kept away from us, d'you think I was goin' to
+give it up? no, not if I know it. An' to think they
+fancy it's lost&mdash;leastways, granny does&mdash;an' mother
+don't know anything about it at all. What fun it
+is! D'you know, Duncan, I don't so very much
+like mother."</p>
+
+<p>Duncan looked at her in alarm. Scottish
+children of all classes are brought up in very
+strict notions of filial duty and affection, and
+these were no exceptions to the rule. Duncan
+looked all round anxiously, as though he feared a
+bird might carry the dreadful treason to their
+mother's ears.</p>
+
+<p>Elsie looked as if she were enjoying the sensation
+she had made. "I've got a good reason," she said,
+nodding her head knowingly. "You'll see it when
+you've read the letter. I always thought I wasn't
+so very fond of her, and now I see why it was. It
+wouldn't have been right if I had; an' when she
+beat me, I can't tell you how I felt. I couldn't
+like any one who beat me!" Elsie continued,
+grinding her teeth together with rage at the
+memory, "even if it was my own mother."</p>
+
+<p>"You seemed as if you wanted to make mother
+do it," said Duncan, who was often much distracted
+between his allegiance to rebellious Elsie and the
+strict sense of duty and obedience in which he
+had always been trained.</p>
+
+<p>"P'raps I did," Elsie replied. "But I don't
+care; and mother shan't have the chance again.
+<ins class="correction" title="Transcriber's note: original has quotation marks here: &quot;I don't">I don't</ins> think our father'd let her if he knew it."</p>
+
+<p>"Our father?" faltered Duncan. "Why, our
+father's dead."</p>
+
+<p>"Is he?" asked Elsie, enigmatically. "Robbie's
+father is."</p>
+
+<p>"And isn't that ours?" Duncan asked contemptuously.</p>
+
+<p>"That's just it," Elsie replied, with some excitement.
+"That's just what the letter's about. Now,
+if you sit down here I'll read it to you."</p>
+
+<p>"We shall be late again," Duncan said, nervously.
+"Don't let's stop now, Elsie, and make mother
+cross. Could we do it after school?"</p>
+
+<p>"P'raps I'd better tear it up, or give it back to
+granny," Elsie said, with a taunting air. "It don't
+matter to you."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, don't!" pleaded Duncan, divided again
+between the sense of duty, his own curiosity, and a
+fear of offending Elsie. "Do keep it till after
+school."</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, I will," Elsie replied. "And mind you
+bring home an atlas with you, for, now I think of
+it, I must have a map of England and Scotland."</p>
+
+<p>"But we mustn't bring home books," Duncan
+urged.</p>
+
+<p>"Never mind; you must do it by mistake. We
+must have a map, I tell you; and if I've had the
+trouble of getting the letter, you can take the
+trouble to get the map. Mind you do, now, or else
+I shan't tell you anything about it. You can take
+it back in the afternoon. 'Tisn't stealing."</p>
+
+<p>No, nor disobedience, nor deceit, nor telling a
+lie, eh, Elsie? Evidently Elsie did not stop to
+think of that any more than she had stopped to
+consider whether she had any business to read that
+old letter of her mother's when it fluttered out of
+the window.</p>
+
+<p>They reached the cottage in good time. Robbie
+and their grandmother had only just come downstairs.
+Mrs. MacDougall seemed to be in an
+unusually pleasant temper this morning. "I'm
+glad you've hastened, my child," she said to Elsie.
+"Sit down to the table, and get slicing that
+cucumber I've just cut. It'll be more refreshing
+with some bread-and-butter and a cup o' milk than
+the porridge, and a change too."</p>
+
+<p>Duncan glanced at Elsie with a half shame-faced
+expression, as much as to say, "Mother is kind,
+you see, when you're good. She's sorry you had to
+be beaten last night." But Elsie only replied by a
+look of defiance, as though to say, "That doesn't
+make up at all."</p>
+
+<p>"Let's see: what's to-day?" Mrs. MacDougall
+continued, pleasantly, as she poured out the milk
+into the children's cups. "Can it be the thirty-first?"</p>
+
+<p>"No, no, Meg; surely not," quavered the old
+grandmother, who, for reasons of her own, wished
+to appear ignorant. Was it not to refresh her
+failing memory about what happened just about
+this time of year, a long while ago, that she had
+gone to her daughter's desk, and got out those old
+faded letters? Mrs. MacDougall would not have
+minded her reading them, but she would mind having
+them lost, for she was very methodical; and besides,
+many of these letters were important ones, written
+by hands long since folded in death.</p>
+
+<p>"And to-morrow's Robbie's birthday," Mrs.
+MacDougall continued, laying her rough, strong
+hand very gently on the child's fair curls. "Very
+well do I remember this time seven years ago."
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_008" id="Page_008">[Pg 8]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"Yes," sighed the old grandmother. "Poor
+little dears! and Nannie a bonny lass too."</p>
+
+<p>Mrs. MacDougall glanced at her mother with
+something like a frown. "I never think of Robbie's
+birthday without thinking about poor Aunt Nannie,"
+she said to the children.</p>
+
+<p>They knew well enough why, for they had heard
+the tale often enough. Their Aunt Nannie had
+been their mother's beautiful young sister, and the
+news of her death had come to them when Robbie
+was a baby of a week old. They had never even
+seen her, for Duncan was but a year old, and
+Elsie not three, when she died, and she had been
+living in England with her English husband at
+the time.</p>
+
+<p>"Robbie reminds me so of her," Mrs. MacDougall
+said softly. "She was fair. He takes after her
+wonderfully, doesn't he, mother?"</p>
+
+<p>"Very much indeed," the old dame replied.</p>
+
+<p>"Ah well! Robbie must have some fresh cakes
+to-morrow for his birthday and a plate of plums,
+and you can have your tea under the big alder
+an' Elsie shall pour it out."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, thank you, mother, how nice!" the little
+boys exclaimed. Elsie's ungracious silence passed
+unnoticed by all but Duncan.</p>
+
+<p>"P'raps I shan't be here to pour it out," she
+said, in a careless tone, when they were outside the
+door. "Mind you don't forget the atlas, Duncan."</p>
+
+<p>Then they started off to school. It was a longish
+walk across the moor and along a dusty road
+to the nearest village. Robbie, although seven
+years old, was exempted from going on account of
+the distance and his delicacy. Elsie bore in mind
+that Duncan had gone before he was that age, but
+Robbie was such a petted baby. He was not
+nearly so strong as Duncan had been at his age.</p>
+
+<p>Duncan's was a very placid, slow sort of mind.
+He went through his tasks without any excitement
+or distraction, although occasionally a vague
+curiosity as to what Elsie could want the atlas for,
+and what the letter said about them, did wander
+through his brain. When school was ended he
+slipped out unobserved with a small atlas, which
+he had had difficulty to secure, under his jacket.</p>
+
+<p>Elsie was waiting for him at the edge of the moor.
+They sat down on some stones, and Elsie pulled
+the letter from inside the neck of her dress.</p>
+
+<p>"I shan't say anything; I shall read it to you,"
+she began; "and if you can't make anything of it I
+s'pose I must explain it afterwards. It's from our
+father to Mrs. MacDougall."</p>
+
+<p>"What, to mother?" Duncan asked.</p>
+
+<p>"H'm, you'll see presently," Elsie said impatiently.
+"Worst of it is, there's a piece torn off all along,
+which makes it difficult to read. It begins, 'Dear
+Mrs. MacDougall.' Oh, I forgot. It's put at the
+top, 'Kensington, London.' That's the capital of
+England, you know, and it means that the person
+what wrote it lived there."</p>
+
+<p>"But father didn't, did he?" began Duncan.</p>
+
+<p>"Hold your tongue till I've read it," Elsie replied.
+"I can't stop to explain beforehand. This is it:&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>"'<span class="smcap">Dear Mrs. MacDouga</span><br />
+<br />
+I have to be<br />
+teller of very bad new<br />
+sister, my poor wife die<br />
+morning. It will not be a<br />
+shock to you than it wa<br />
+me. I had no thought<br />
+it was likely to happen<br />
+a few hours previous<br />
+sent her love to you<br />
+her mother.</p>
+
+<p>The two little things ar<br />
+but I have been<br />
+what I can do with th<br />
+I have not seen them'"</p>
+
+<p>(here the page turns over and the missing words
+are from the commencement of the line)&mdash;</p>
+
+<p class="right">"'night and I don't feel<br />
+to see them yet. The sound<br />
+ir voices is too much for<br />
+hat can I, a helpless<br />
+wer do for them. They<br />
+be better off among their<br />
+kinsfolk than left<br />
+mercy of strangers. I often<br />
+I made a mistake in<br />
+nging poor Nannie to this<br />
+cat crowded city away from<br />
+ive moors.<br />
+The children I am told<br />
+eak and delicate. There<br />
+be a chance for them'"</p>
+
+<p>(here the fresh page begins)&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>"'in their mother's native<br />
+The woman who has charge<br />
+trustworthy. She shall brin<br />
+to you, if you will take<br />
+they live, bring them up with<br />
+your own, and as your own.<br />
+the girl turns out anything<br />
+her mother, she will be we<br />
+enough. I shall not interfe<br />
+the children. All I want to<br />
+is that they are well care<br />
+In a year or two I may<br />
+able to interest myself<br />
+them. For the pres'"</p>
+
+<p>(fresh page)&mdash;</p>
+
+<p class="right">"'likely I shall wander<br />
+t, Reply at once<br />
+Yours truly,<br />
+<br />
+<span class="smcap">R. Grosvenor</span>.'"</p>
+
+<p>When Elsie had finished reading she sat looking
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_009" id="Page_009">[Pg 9]</a></span>
+at Duncan. "It doesn't seem very plain," he
+ventured to say, presently; "and there wasn't
+anything about you or me in it. You said there
+was."</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 406px;">
+<img src="images/i023.jpg" width="406" height="500" alt="Illustration: Mrs. MacDougall glanced at her mother" title="Mrs. MacDougall glanced at her mother" />
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">mrs. macdougall glanced at her mother</span> (<a href="#Page_008"><i>p.</i> 8</a>).</p>
+</div>
+
+<p>"Stupid little thing! isn't there some of it torn
+off? and when you put the words in it's easy
+enough to read. I've put them in to myself. First
+of all, it's about Aunt Nannie dying, isn't it?"</p>
+
+<p>"I s'pose it is," Duncan agreed; "and it's writ
+by Uncle Richard, isn't it?"</p>
+
+<p>"If you call him Uncle Richard. I say it's our
+father what wrote it&mdash;yours and mine, Duncan."</p>
+
+<p>Duncan stared at her in puzzled silence. "But
+Aunt Nannie was our Aunt Grosvenor, wasn't
+she?" he asked.</p>
+
+<p>"If you call her Aunt Grosvenor. I say she
+was our mother. I'm sure she was," said Elsie.</p>
+
+<p>"Our mother!" Duncan said, under his breath.
+"What do you mean, Elsie?"</p>
+
+<p>"The letter says something about two little
+babies," Elsie began.</p>
+
+<p>"Does it?" Duncan asked. "I didn't hear it."</p>
+
+<p>"Well, it says, the 'little things,' and that's the
+same; and it's all about sending them to Aunt
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_010" id="Page_010">[Pg 10]</a></span>
+Nannie's native place. Well, this is Aunt Nannie's
+native place; and who were the two little things,
+eh?"</p>
+
+<p>"I'm sure I dunno," Duncan said slowly.</p>
+
+<p>"Well, they weren't Robbie, were they? Then,
+who were they? Why, you an' me, of course.
+It says 'the girl' somewhere, an' of course that's
+me. So now, isn't the letter about us? an' that's
+why granny was so afraid of losing it. Do you
+see now, little silly? It's plain enough."</p>
+
+<p>"But why did they?" murmured Duncan.</p>
+
+<p>"That's the funny part of it. They ought to
+have told us. Why didn't she?"</p>
+
+<p>"Who?"</p>
+
+<p>"Why, Robbie's mother, of course. She isn't
+our mother, an' I'm not going to call her mother;
+I shall call her 'she.' You can call her what you
+like. Why does she pretend to be our mother when
+she isn't? It's different with granny, 'cos she's
+our granny right enough. Didn't I hear her say
+'Meg 'ud rue it?' It's a shame to have made a
+secret of it."</p>
+
+<p>Duncan had been turning it over in his poor
+little mind. He formed ideas very slowly, but
+there was often more sense in them when formed
+than in the quick conclusions of cleverer children.</p>
+
+<p>"But if Uncle Grosvenor is our father, Elsie, why
+don't we live with him? He never's been to see
+us, never. He'd be sure to know Aunt Nannie
+was our mother, and not&mdash;you know&mdash;'she.'"</p>
+
+<p>"I believe," said Elsie, in a mysterious voice,
+"that 'R. Grosvenor' thinks we're dead."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, Elsie! but we aren't at all," gasped Duncan.</p>
+
+<p>"No, I shouldn't, think so. Doesn't the letter
+say they are weak and delicate (what a beautiful
+letter it is, Duncan. I'm sure R. Grosvenor is a
+grand gentleman), and 'bring them up with your
+own and as your own for a year or two?' That
+was till we got strong; and she's kept us always.
+Of course R. Grosvenor (I'm not going to say
+uncle), doesn't know that we're quite well now. I'm
+sure he thinks we're dead. Who does 'your own'
+mean but Robbie. Oh, how dull you are, Duncan!
+Can't you see now why she pets that boy so, and
+makes such a fuss over him? He's her own, and
+we're not; she loves him and doesn't love us.
+Did she ever beat Robbie?"</p>
+
+<p>"Robbie isn't naughty," Duncan protested; "at
+least, only a very little sometimes."</p>
+
+<p>Elsie uttered an impatient exclamation. "Does
+Robbie have to fetch milk, and go to school, and
+pick up wood? No; he's treated different. Now
+you know why I don't like her."</p>
+
+<p>Duncan gave vent to a sigh of perplexity. There
+rose up in his mind a sort of uncomfortable feeling
+that everything was going topsy-turvy. Somehow
+or another he seemed to see Robbie's mother
+sitting by the side of Elsie's bed when she had the
+fever last winter, and bustling about to get nice
+things for her, hushing the others with a strange
+look in her eyes that made them quiet at once,
+for they could see she was troubled. Or he seemed
+to smell the grateful smell of the hot cakes waiting,
+crisp and tempting, before the big cheerful fire, to
+greet them on their return from afternoon school
+on a dreary winter day. She had been kind, though
+she was so strict, especially to Elsie, and Duncan
+was feeling something very much like sorrow to
+think that, after all, she was not their mother.</p>
+
+<p>"What are you going to do, Elsie?" he asked
+presently.</p>
+
+<p>"I've just been wondering when you were going
+to ask me that. Of course it can't stop like this.
+Haven't you heard granny say how rich Uncle
+Grosvenor was, and what a grand place it was
+where he lived? Well, then, he's a grand laird, an'
+if we lived with him you'd be a little laird, and me
+a lady. Does he think we have to fetch milk and
+butter, and go after the hens, an' all that? But I'm
+goin' to let him know all about it."</p>
+
+<p>"How, Elsie?"</p>
+
+<p>"Well," Elsie replied, "I've been thinking of that,
+an' it's just a real difficult matter; for I'd never
+get time to write all the long explanation, with that
+<i>she</i> always prying after me. She'd find it out, an'
+stop the letter, even if I could find the paper;
+an' I dunno' as I can spell all the long words it 'ud
+take to explain it. An' more too, I couldn't wait
+an' wait for the answer. We ought to go an' see
+Uncle&mdash;R. Grosvenor. I've almost made up my
+mind, Duncan, that I'll go to England an' find
+him."</p>
+
+<p>"You couldn't do it," Duncan said.</p>
+
+<p>"Couldn't I?" Elsie said scornfully, "It isn't so
+very far. England's another country, but it joins
+on. You only step out o' one into the other, for I
+looked most particular; an' there wasn't even
+mountains to get over. There's only what folk
+call the border, an' I'm sure that isn't much.
+P'raps it's a line, or a road, or a ditch, or something
+like it. You go straight out of Scotland&mdash;as
+straight as ever you can go. I've looked on
+the map. Give it me now. If you go from Dunster
+you've only to keep in a straight line till you
+get into England, an' any one'll tell you the way
+to London."</p>
+
+<p>"I'm sure it's a dreadful long way," Duncan
+said disconsolately. "I should be frightened
+while you was gone, till you came back."</p>
+
+<p>"Come back," said Elsie. "I shan't never do
+that, I hope. When I find my father he'll take
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_011" id="Page_011">[Pg 11]</a></span>
+care o' me. Now then, will you come with me,
+Duncan?"</p>
+
+<p>"I don't think I'd go, Elsie. We might get lost,"
+Duncan urged. "I wish you could write a letter
+instead."</p>
+
+<p>"I've made up my mind to go if I do anything
+at all," Elsie said, in a tone of decision. "You
+needn't come unless you like."</p>
+
+<p>Duncan looked perplexed again. This was
+indeed an awkward predicament. The thought of
+running away to England didn't seem nice, somehow,
+but if Elsie went and he stayed, how frightened
+he'd be all the time about her; and when
+they questioned him, how would he be able to
+keep her secret, especially if Robbie's mother had
+that troubled look in her eyes? and how lonely it
+would be going backwards and forwards across
+the moor all alone without Elsie.</p>
+
+<p>"I wish you wouldn't go, Elsie," he said to her
+presently.</p>
+
+<p>"Most likely I shall," Elsie replied. "Mind you
+tell no tales. We must be quick home now. Come
+along; I shall have to think of ever so many things
+before we go, so you'll have plenty o' time to know
+whether you'll come or stay behind. Oh, I know
+I shall be a real lady, Duncan, an' have bonny
+clothes. Of course I shouldn't like fetching milk
+an' things when I'm a little lady born. Isn't it a
+shame, Duncan?"</p>
+
+<p>"I dunno; <i>I</i> don't mind," Duncan then said.</p>
+
+<p>"Give me the atlas," Elsie said; "I must get away
+an' have a goodish look at it when we get in, for
+you must be quite sure and take it back this afternoon."</p>
+
+<p>But Elsie was not to "get away," for Mrs.
+MacDougall was waiting at the gate with a
+basket by her side.</p>
+
+<p>"You've been loiterin' again," she cried briskly.
+"I've been waitin' this half-hour for you to take
+these beans down to the shop. Here's a bit o'
+bread you can eat along the road, an' you'll have
+just to make haste."</p>
+
+<p>Elsie cast a defiant glance at the basket as she
+took it slowly up. She knew too well its destination.
+The neatly tied-up bundles of young well-grown
+beans lying on the fresh cabbage-leaves would be
+one of the attractions of the village shop. A day
+or two ago all the plums that were ripe had gone
+the same way, to the children's disgust. Mrs.
+MacDougall was a clever gardener, and had a ready
+sale for her small stock of produce. To-day Elsie
+and Duncan would get no dinner beyond the bit of
+bread. That was the result of their loitering.
+They had lost the valuable time through their talk
+over the letter.</p>
+
+<p>But Elsie quite lost sight of the fact that she
+alone was responsible for losing it, and was very
+angry about it.</p>
+
+<p>"I have quite decided," she said to Duncan.
+"This is what I'll do; to England I will go!"</p>
+
+<p class="center">(<i>To be continued.</i>)</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+
+<div class="block width650">
+<h2><a name="Little_Miss_Propriety" id="Little_Miss_Propriety"></a>LITTLE MISS PROPRIETY.</h2>
+
+<div class="figleft1" style="width: 400px;">
+<img src="images/i030.jpg" width="400" height="376" alt="Illustration: Little Miss Propriety" title="Little Miss Propriety" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="nom"><span class="smcap">ainty</span> little maiden,<br />
+<span class="two">Sitting there in state,<br /></span>
+While the music's calling,<br />
+<span class="two">And the dancers wait.<br /></span>
+<br />
+"A courtly little beau<br />
+<span class="two">For your hand is waiting:<br /></span>
+What is it, my dear,<br />
+<span class="two">That you are debating?<br /></span>
+<br />
+"Do the pretty slippers<br />
+<span class="two">Pinch your tiny feet?<br /></span>
+Tell me quickly, dearie,<br />
+<span class="two">Why you keep your seat."<br /></span>
+<br />
+Little maiden answers,<br />
+<span class="two">Anger in her face,<br /></span>
+"We's not bin intodoost:<br />
+<span class="two">It's twite a disgwase!"</span></p>
+<p class="smcap right">Mary Lang.</p>
+</div>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_012" id="Page_012">[Pg 12]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
+<a name="Fighting_With_A_Shadow" id="Fighting_With_A_Shadow"></a>
+<img src="images/i031.jpg" width="600" height="402" alt="Illustration: She saw a cat's face looking up at her" title="She saw a cat's face looking up at her" />
+<p class="center smcap">"she saw a cat's face looking up at her."</p>
+</div>
+
+<h2>FIGHTING WITH A SHADOW.</h2>
+
+<p><span class="dropcap032"><span class="dropcap">"It</span></span> is much pleasanter to be by oneself, then
+there is no one to quarrel with," said
+Pussy.</p>
+
+<p>And she stretched herself out on the
+soft, mossy turf, and half closed her eyes, purring
+gently. She was a young cat, and got into much
+trouble at home, for she was constantly quarrelling
+with her brothers and sisters. She said it was
+their fault, and they said it was hers. And Mrs.
+Grimalkin, the old cat, said that there were faults
+on both sides.</p>
+
+<p>"I'm <i>not</i> a bad temper," said Pussy; "and I
+never quarrel with people unless they quarrel with
+me." So saying, she opened her eyes wider, and
+looked round. She liked the warm sunshine, and
+the scent of the flowers, and the soft velvet turf.</p>
+
+<p>How pleasant it was!</p>
+
+<p>"I should like to live here always," she said.
+"Then Tib, Frisk, and Kitty would not be able to
+tease me as they do. It is very annoying to be
+tormented all the time, and if one says a word
+in one's own defence, one gets blamed for being
+quarrelsome. The idea of my quarrelling with
+any one: it is perfectly absurd."</p>
+
+<p>And Pussy purred and looked round complacently.</p>
+
+<p>Presently she crept down to the water's edge,
+and peeped over into the smooth glassy stream;
+and as she did so she saw a cat's face looking up
+at her. She stretched out her paw to give it a pat,
+and the other cat did the same. Then she drew
+away, and raised her back as high as she could.
+So did the other cat, only it seemed to Pussy as if
+she were upside down.</p>
+
+<p>"So provoking," said Pussy; "just as I fancied
+I was all alone here, to find that there is a cat
+under the water coming up to trouble me. Probably
+she has a large family down there, and they will
+come swarming up and be as disagreeable as my
+own sisters and brothers. And how exceedingly
+mean of her not to give notice that she was coming.
+I should have heard the faintest mew, for everything
+is so quiet here. It is evident that her
+intentions are hostile, or she would not steal up
+like a thief. But I will certainly not stand such
+behaviour."</p>
+
+<p>And again she put out her paw.</p>
+
+<p>So did the other cat.</p>
+
+<p>"Where do you come from?" asked Pussy. But
+she received no answer.</p>
+
+<p>"Speak!" said she, impatiently waving her tail.
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_013" id="Page_013">[Pg 13]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>The other cat waved in return, but no answer
+came. Then Pussy began to get very angry. So
+did the other cat.</p>
+
+<p>And they grew fiercer and fiercer, making strange
+faces at each other, until at length Pussy became so
+much enraged that she prepared to spring upon her
+enemy, and would the next moment have plunged
+into the water, had not some one suddenly seized
+the tip of her tail.</p>
+
+<p>She turned to avenge herself upon the new offender,
+when lo! who should it be but her own mother, Mrs.
+Grimalkin, who happened to be out on a foraging
+expedition, and chanced to pass that way.</p>
+
+<p>"You foolish young creature," said she; "if I had
+not been here you would have been drowned. Don't
+you see that it is but your own image in the water:
+there isn't another cat there; it is only your own
+shadow. But cats as quarrelsome as you are, when
+they can find no one else to fight with, will fight
+even with a shadow."</p>
+
+<p class="right">J. G.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+
+<h2><a name="Pretty_Work_for_Little_Fingers" id="Pretty_Work_for_Little_Fingers"></a>PRETTY WORK FOR LITTLE FINGERS</h2>
+
+<h4>EMBROIDERED GLASS-CLOTH.</h4>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 265px;">
+<img src="images/i035b.jpg" width="265" height="265" alt="Fig. 1 - Pattern Square" title="Fig. 1 - Pattern Square" />
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">fig. 1 - pattern square</span></p>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class="dropcap035a"><span class="dropcap">T</span></span><span class="smcap">his</span> is very pretty and easy work, just the
+thing for any little folk who are anxious to
+help a fancy sale for some good cause, or
+to make a nice
+useful present to a friend,
+but who have not time
+or skill to undertake
+anything long and difficult.
+It is very quickly
+done, and can be used
+for toilet-covers and
+mats (these should be
+edged with narrow torchon
+lace), night-dress
+cases, aprons, comb-bags,
+and a number of useful articles; it is much
+admired, and always sells well at a bazaar.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 550px;">
+<img src="images/i035c.jpg" width="550" height="202" alt="Fig. 2 - Border" title="Fig. 2 - Border" />
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">fig. 2 - border</span></p>
+</div>
+
+<p>All you
+have to do is to get some common glass-cloth,
+tolerably fine, with cross-bars of red or blue, and
+some red or navy blue knitting-cotton, which you
+can buy either by the pound or the ball. Two
+ounces will do a quantity of work, and cost about
+the same as a ball.</p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 275px;">
+<img src="images/i036a.jpg" width="275" height="277" alt="Fig. 3 - Worked with Cotton" title="Worked with Cotton" />
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">fig. 3 - worked with cotton</span></p>
+</div>
+
+<p>With this, which may be
+either the same colour as that of the material or
+the contrasting one, the pattern is worked upon the
+squares formed by the cross-bars, as in Fig. 1, and
+in this way a number of pretty devices can be
+formed. Toilet-covers and large aprons should
+have a border as in Fig. 2; for mats a single border
+will suffice. Bags, &amp;c, may be worked in checquers,
+every alternate square, or in large cross-bars,
+by carrying on Fig. 2 over the whole surface, but
+when you choose a large pattern, always count the
+squares before you cut off your piece, or you may
+find the pattern break
+off in the middle.</p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 275px;">
+<img src="images/i036b.jpg" width="275" height="277" alt="Fig. 4 - Worked with Wool" title="Worked with Wool" />
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">fig. 4 - worked with wool</span></p>
+</div>
+
+<p>I
+have seen a very effective-looking
+bag, all the
+squares of which were
+worked over with dark
+blue cotton, the bars
+being blue, and two
+tiny red stitches worked
+as in Fig. 3, wherever a
+simple cross was formed
+by the cotton intersecting
+the stripe of the material.</p>
+
+<p>Use a darning or crewel needle, and a very long
+thread, or you will have to be continually taking
+fresh. This work is sometimes done with crewel
+wool, and in rather a different way, see Fig. 4; but
+it is not so neat and pretty, in my opinion, as that
+done with cotton, and is more extravagant, since the
+wool must be used double and every stitch repeated.</p>
+
+<p>I once saw a large apron with bib and pocket
+bordered with squares
+worked in this style with
+bright dark ultramarine
+crewels, and with ribbon
+strings of the same
+colour; it had a handsome
+effect. I shall only
+say in conclusion that I
+have no doubt the clever
+brains and nimble fingers
+of some of my young
+readers will soon be able
+to improve upon these simple elementary designs,
+and to produce some new and more elaborate ones
+which will give them all the more pleasure for being
+of their own creating.</p>
+
+<p class="right"><span class="smcap">Somerset.</span></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_014" id="Page_014">[Pg 14]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
+<a name="Stories_Told_In_Westminster_Abbey" id="Stories_Told_In_Westminster_Abbey"></a>
+<img src="images/i037a.jpg" width="600" height="510" alt="Illustration: Cloister Westminster Abbey" title="Cloister Westminster Abbey" />
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">cloister westminster abbey</span></p>
+</div>
+
+<h2>STORIES TOLD IN WESTMINSTER<br />
+ABBEY.</h2>
+
+<h4><i>By</i> <span class="smcap">Edwin Hodder</span> ("<span class="smcap">Old Merry</span>").</h4>
+
+<h4>I.&mdash;HOW THE ABBEY WAS BUILT.</h4>
+
+<p><span class="dropcap037b"><span class="dropcap">O</span></span><br /><span class="smcap">ne</span> day some children came to me,
+and said, "Oh, do please take us out
+somewhere on our half-holiday, and
+show us some of the great sights of
+London." Remembering how it had
+once been my privilege to be one of a party invited
+to go over Westminster Abbey, under the guidance
+of the late Dean Stanley, and how, from his graphic
+descriptions, the Abbey had ever since had an additional
+wealth of interest to me, I proposed to these
+young people that they should meet me some Saturday
+afternoon, and I would take them over the
+Abbey, and tell them all I could remember or read
+up about its history. They were delighted with the
+proposal, and so to the Abbey we went.</p>
+
+<p>I should like to take all the readers of
+<span class="smcap">Little Folks</span> in the same way, but I remember
+the story of the British Princess, named St.
+Ursula, who undertook to "personally conduct"
+eleven thousand young maidens to Rome, and
+how she came to grief on the return journey,
+as any one may see who goes to Cologne, where
+all their bones are preserved in a church; and as I
+should have a great many more followers than she,
+I think it will be better if I try in the next six
+numbers to tell you what I told the young people
+who went with me on that Saturday afternoon and
+on other afternoons, and as nearly as I can in the
+same words.</p>
+
+<p>Now, girls and boys, before we enter the portals
+of Westminster Abbey, I want you first to come
+with me and walk round about it, so as to see it
+well from the outside; and first of all, we will post
+ourselves near to the great hall built by William
+Rufus as a portion of his intended palace. It was
+upon this spot that Edward the Confessor dwelt,
+and for fifteen years watched the erection of the
+Abbey. But you must not imagine that the beautiful
+building that rises so grandly before us as we
+stand here to-day is the same that the Confessor
+reared, for of his famous church only one or two
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_015" id="Page_015">[Pg 15]</a></span>
+columns and low-browed arches are now in existence.
+Of the edifice we now behold, the central
+portions were built by Henry III., the nave was
+added under the Edwards and Henry V., the
+gorgeous eastern chapel was raised by Henry VII.,
+and bears his name, and the western towers rose
+when George III. was king.</p>
+
+<p>But I shall have more to say to you presently
+about these various additions. Let us cross over
+now to St. Margaret's Churchyard, and as we stroll
+round the Abbey, I will tell you how it came to be
+built at all. To get at the very beginning, we shall
+have to go back to a time long before Edward the
+Confessor sat watching his workmen&mdash;to the days
+when London was a Roman city, and when the site
+of modern Westminster was a marshy tract of
+ground, crossed by various streams and channels.
+At that time the river Thames and one of these
+channels enclosed an island about a quarter of a
+mile long and somewhat less in breadth. It was a
+marshy wilderness, and had the character of being
+"a terrible place," and amongst its swamps and
+thickets the huge red deer, with his immense
+antlers, and the wild ox found a refuge. When it
+received a name, it became known as Thorn-Ey,
+that is, Isle of Thorns; in later days people called
+it Thorney Island. Tradition says that in the
+midst of the wilderness there was erected, in the
+year 154 <span class="smcap">A.D.</span>, a Temple of Apollo. We are next
+told that King Lucius, who was said to have been
+the founder of a great many English churches,
+turned the temple into a Christian sanctuary.
+Then we hear that in 616 <span class="smcap">A.D.</span>, Sebert, King of
+Essex, founded an Abbey here, and dedicated it to
+St. Peter, "in order to balance the compliment he
+had made to St. Paul on Ludgate Hill." All this
+is very doubtful, but from the earliest times in
+history there has been shown a grave of Sebert
+as that of the founder of the Abbey.</p>
+
+<p>Twelve monks of the Benedictine order were
+placed here by Dunstan, and suffered a great deal
+from the Danes, who in these times did much
+mischief in England. The last of the Saxon
+kings who kept up the long struggle with these
+pagans was Edward, who by his exile to escape
+from their tyranny won the title of Confessor. He
+was a very strange man, who seemed never
+thoroughly happy except when he was sitting in
+church or when he was hunting in the woods. He
+had milk-white hair and beard, rosy cheeks, "thin
+white hands, and long transparent fingers." He
+was sometimes gentle, sometimes furious; sometimes
+very grave, going about with eyes fixed on
+the ground, sometimes bursting out into wild fits
+of laughter.</p>
+
+<p>Edward returned from his exile accompanied
+by Norman courtiers and Norman priests, and full
+of Norman ideas. He appears to have been very
+much delighted with his visits to the great continental
+cathedrals, so different from the simple
+structures of the Saxons. During his troubles he
+had vowed to make a pilgrimage to Rome; but the
+Pope gave him leave to build an Abbey to St.
+Peter instead. Edward accordingly resolved to
+restore the monastery on the Isle of Thorns, on a
+very different scale from anything that had been
+before attempted in England.</p>
+
+<p>According to a legend told in after years, there
+was near Worcester a holy hermit "of great age,
+living on fruits and roots," who dwelt "far from
+men in a wilderness on the slope of a wood, in a
+cave deep down in the grey rock." To this holy
+man St. Peter appeared one night, and bade him
+tell the king that he was released from his pilgrimage,
+and that at Thorney, near the city, he must
+build a Benedictine Abbey, which should be "the
+gate of heaven, the ladder of prayer, whence those
+who serve St. Peter there shall be by him admitted
+into Paradise." The hermit wrote out his dream
+on parchment, and sent it to the king, who compared
+it with the message to the same purpose just
+received from Rome, and at once set to work on
+the project.</p>
+
+<p>Another story was told to show that Thorney was
+specially under the patronage of St. Peter. It was
+said that on the evening before Mellitus, first
+Bishop of London, was about to consecrate the
+monastery built here by King Sebert, a fisherman
+named Edric was engaged by a venerable stranger
+to ferry him across to the island. The stranger
+entered the church, and assisted by a host of angels,
+who descended with sweet odours and flaming
+candles, dedicated the church with all the usual
+ceremonies. Then returning to the awe-struck
+fisherman, the mysterious stranger declared himself
+to be St. Peter, Keeper of the Keys of Heaven,
+and that he had consecrated his own Church of
+St. Peter, Westminster. When the king and
+Bishop Mellitus arrived next day, Edric told his
+story, and pointed out the marks of the twelve
+crosses on the church, the walls within and without
+moistened with holy water, the letters of the Greek
+alphabet written twice over distinctly on the sand,
+the traces of the oil, and even the droppings of
+the angelic candles. The bishop could not
+presume to add any further ceremonial, but retired.</p>
+
+<p>Edward restored the old royal palace close by,
+and dwelt there fifteen years, superintending the
+erection of the Abbey. Dean Stanley says he
+spent upon it one-tenth of the property of the
+kingdom. His end was approaching when he
+dedicated the Abbey, on Innocents Day, 1065, and
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_016" id="Page_016">[Pg 16]</a></span>
+on the last day of the year he died. I shall tell
+you about his funeral later on.</p>
+
+<p>The edifice stood pretty much as Edward the
+Confessor left it till the reign of Henry III., who
+showed his love for the Abbey first by adding to it,
+and then by demolishing it almost entirely, and
+raising in its place the building that has been called
+"the most lovely and lovable thing in Christendom."
+In this rebuilding St. Peter was almost lost sight
+of, and the Shrine and Chapel of Edward the Confessor
+became, as it were, the central idea of the
+whole. Very lavishly did King Henry spend his
+money over the restored Abbey: the cost was at
+least half a million, as we should reckon it. His
+work includes the apse and choir, the two transepts,
+one arch of the nave, and the chapter-house;
+Under the Edwards the nave unfolded
+itself farther west, and the Abbot's House and
+Jerusalem Chamber were built. Richard II. was
+very fond of the Abbey, and rebuilt, at great expense,
+the famous north portal, often spoken of
+as "The Beautiful Gate," or "Solomon's Porch."
+By Henry V. the nave was prolonged nearly to its
+present length. It was just completed in time for
+the grand procession to sweep along it when the
+<i>Te Deum</i> was sung for the victory at Agincourt.
+The architect by whom the work was carried out
+was Dick Whittington, Lord Mayor of London.</p>
+
+<p>The next important addition to the Abbey took
+place in the reign of Henry VII., when the large
+eastern chapel which bears that monarch's name
+was built. The great wars of York and Lancaster
+were now over, but amongst the chief
+actors in those tragic events there was one who,
+by his saintly goodness and sufferings, had left a
+revered name upon the lips of Englishmen.
+Images of Henry VI. were seen in great churches
+throughout the country, and stories of his good works
+and miracles were everywhere told. Henry VII.
+promised to build at Westminster a magnificent
+chapel, in memory of Henry VI. The Pope
+promised "canonisation" (as the making of a new
+saint is called), and the king obtained from the Westminster
+Convent &pound;500 (equal to &pound;5,000 nowadays)
+for the transference thither of the holy remains.
+But they were never brought from Windsor.
+Henry dreaded the immense expense, and completed
+the chapel as a grand sepulchre for himself
+and his new dynasty.</p>
+
+<p>There is one feature of the Abbey, as seen from
+the outside, of which I have not spoken&mdash;the western
+towers. These were built as far as the roof by
+Abbot Islip, who witnessed the erection of
+Henry VII.'s Chapel. Two hundred and thirty
+years afterwards Sir Christopher Wren restored
+Islip's work, and designed the upper portions.
+The edifice is not yet complete, as the square
+central tower requires a lofty spire to complete it.</p>
+
+<p>And so, young people, in the course of centuries,
+from out "the terrible place" in the wilderness-island
+has risen the famous Abbey of Westminster,
+the full title of which is the "Collegiate Church, or
+Abbey, of St. Peter." We have now got over the
+dry part of our subject, so we will enter the Abbey,
+and as we tread its holy shades together I shall
+have more interesting things to tell you about
+some of the famous men and women and stormy
+events that have made it for ever memorable.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+
+<div class="block width350">
+<h2><a name="Madges_Dove" id="Madges_Dove"></a>MADGE'S DOVE</h2>
+
+<div class="figleft1" style="width: 66px; height: 100px;">
+<img src="images/i043.jpg" width="66" height="100" alt="N" title="N" />
+</div>
+<p><br /><span class="smcap">ow,</span> Madge," cried Hal, and bent his bow,<br />
+<span class="two">"Just watch this famous shot;<br /></span>
+See that old willow by the brook&mdash;<br />
+<span class="two">I'll hit the middle knot."<br /></span>
+Swift flew the arrow through the air,<br />
+<span class="two">Madge watched it eager-eyed;<br /></span>
+But, oh! for Harry's gallant vaunt,<br />
+<span class="two">The wayward dart flew wide.<br /></span>
+<br />
+Flew wide, and struck his cousin's dove<br />
+<span class="two">As, wheeling round and round,<br /></span>
+It hovered near&mdash;the wounded bird<br />
+<span class="two">Fell fluttering to the ground.<br /></span>
+And in a moment o'er her pet<br />
+<span class="two">Dear Madge is bending low.<br /></span>
+Oh, how she blames the faithless dart,<br />
+<span class="two">The cruel, cruel bow!<br /></span>
+<br />
+The dove, soft folded in her hands,<br />
+<span class="two">She presses to her breast;<br /></span>
+The bird that brought the olive spray<br />
+<span class="two">Was never more caressed.<br /></span>
+Her tears upon its plumage fall,<br />
+<span class="two">They fall like soft warm rain&mdash;<br /></span>
+Sure if the bird were dead such love<br />
+<span class="two">Would give it life again.<br /></span>
+<br />
+Poor Hal stands by, and tries to speak<br />
+<span class="two">His sorrow and regret;<br /></span>
+Madge scarcely hears a word he says<br />
+<span class="two">For pity of her pet.<br /></span>
+But time, the gentle healer, cures<br />
+<span class="two">The wounds of doves and men&mdash;<br /></span>
+The days restore to faithful Madge<br />
+<span class="two">Her bonnie bird again.<br /></span>
+</p><p class="right smcap">Robert Richardson.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_017" id="Page_017">[Pg 17]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 359px;">
+<img src="images/i044.jpg" width="359" height="485" alt="The Wounded Dove" title="The Wounded Dove" />
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">the wounded dove</span> (<a href="#Madges_Dove"><i>See p.</i> 16.</a>)</p>
+</div>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_018" id="Page_018">[Pg 18]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="Our_Sunday_Afternoons" id="Our_Sunday_Afternoons"></a>OUR SUNDAY AFTERNOONS.</h2>
+
+<h4>SOLOMON'S DREAM AT GIBEON.</h4>
+
+<p><span class="dropcap046"><span class="dropcap">I</span></span><br /><span class="smcap">t</span> had been a great day at Gibeon. A
+thousand animals had been slaughtered,
+and laid upon the altar of burnt-offering;
+and, as the successive sacrifices were
+consumed, the flames had ascended, and
+the smoke, in curling clouds, had gone up towards
+heaven in token of acceptance.</p>
+
+<p>A new king had come to the throne, a grand,
+and great, and mighty king, Solomon, the most
+comely of the sons of David. The fierce fightings
+of David, the man of war, were over. The
+glittering crown of Israel had been placed upon
+the head of Solomon the Peaceable; and the
+people hoped great things, and celebrated his
+accession with loud and hearty rejoicings. The
+dominion of Israel extended, as had been promised
+to Abraham, from the Euphrates to the river of
+Egypt. David and his mighty men had fought
+and conquered. And now the people of Israel
+were entering into rest, and into the enjoyment of
+that which his sword had won for them.</p>
+
+<p>So Solomon, in his gratitude, offered up his
+thousand burnt-offerings; and the people, with
+heart and soul, joined him in praise to God, and
+their joyous psalms of thanksgiving went up with
+the ascending smoke.</p>
+
+<p>Gibeon, which was a priestly city, lay in the
+tribe of Benjamin, about six miles and a half
+from Jerusalem; and there, in the reign of David,
+the Tabernacle, which had been at Shiloh, had
+somehow come to be pitched.</p>
+
+<p>So Gibeon had become an important place; and
+thither Solomon went to offer up his sacrifice.</p>
+
+<p>The flames that had consumed the last animal
+had died away, and the cloud of smoke had
+ceased to go up. The sun that had lighted up the
+world had sunk below the horizon, amid clouds of
+gold and purple, seemingly well pleased to have
+witnessed, on this sin-stained earth, so grand and
+noble a scene as that of a young and happy, handsome
+and rich king, recognising God's providence,
+and offering up so worthy a sacrifice of praise and
+thanksgiving to Him who had placed him upon
+the throne.</p>
+
+<p>The shades of night had fallen upon all, and the
+joyous king himself had retired to rest. With a
+clear conscience and a light heart, he had lain
+down, and, after the fatigues of the eventful day,
+had fallen into a peaceful sleep.</p>
+
+<p>For all his subjects loved and honoured <ins class="correction" title="Transcriber's Note: original reads 'Solohim'">Solomon</ins>,
+and gloried in having him for their king.</p>
+
+<p>Well might his heart be light and his sleep be
+sweet. Well might his face be radiant with joy,
+even as he lay unconscious upon his bed. But
+soon an expression of still greater joy overspread
+his countenance. A still brighter light came into
+his face, and his heart leaped within him; for,
+in a dream of the night, God drew near this
+chosen and well-beloved son of David, to heap
+upon him still greater favours.</p>
+
+<p>Pleased with the love and gratitude and devotion,
+to which the young king had given expression by
+his costly sacrifice, God, who loves a thankful
+heart, and pours into it still more of His goodness,
+visited the sleeping Solomon in the stillness of the
+night.</p>
+
+<p>"Ask what I shall give thee," He said; and as
+the voice fell upon Solomon's ear&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"The heart of the sleeper beat high in his breast,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Joy quickened his pulse;"<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>for that was the voice that he then most loved, and
+most desired to hear.</p>
+
+<p>And what an exceedingly gracious offer it made!
+To get whatever he should desire! Had ever
+grandest king been so favoured? But what should
+he ask for&mdash;this youthful king, to whom life was
+just opening out as a pleasant paradise, offering him
+all that seemed worth the coveting? Was there
+anything yet wanting to him? How many things
+he might have requested!</p>
+
+<p>His father is said to have died, at the age of
+seventy years, feeble and broken down. Would he,
+in so short a time, be tired of living? Would he,
+so soon, be ready to leave the glory and honour to
+which he had been called? Should he ask for
+length of days? Should he request that, till he had
+reached an age exceeding that of Methuselah, the
+cold hand of death might not be laid upon him,
+and the greedy and all-devouring tomb might not
+claim him as its victim? Should he ask that he
+might plant his feet upon the neck of all his
+enemies, not one daring to raise up a finger against
+him? Or should he desire that the vast riches,
+that had been heaped up by his father during his
+long and victorious wars, and that had been left
+to him, might be still further increased, and that
+he might be the richest and grandest king on the
+face of the earth? Or should he ask that he
+might become so famous, that so long as the world
+should endure, his name might be a household
+word, not only amongst his own people, but in
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_019" id="Page_019">[Pg 19]</a></span>
+distant lands, from east to west, and from north to
+south, wherever the foot of man might tread?</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
+<img src="images/i048.jpg" width="600" height="370" alt="Illustration: View Near Gibeon" title="View Near Gibeon" />
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">view near gibeon</span></p>
+</div>
+
+<p>Oh, no! All these things, which many would
+have desired, were to him but empty things of
+earth, trifles that must pass away, vain bubbles
+that must burst and disappear, leaving behind them
+no true and lasting benefit. His thoughts did not
+dwell upon them, but upon higher, and better, and
+nobler things.</p>
+
+<p>He, the last born of David's sons, had been
+chosen before all his brethren, to sit upon the
+glorious throne of his father. Those over whom he
+had been called to rule were the chosen people of God.
+They had been taken out of all the nations of the world
+to be His own peculiar people, and to witness,
+amidst the idolatrous
+nations around
+them, to
+the living and
+true God. The
+heart of God was
+set upon them.
+His love was
+freely poured out
+upon them, and
+He had bound
+them to Himself,
+closely as a man
+bound around him
+his valued girdle.
+They were the
+descendants of
+faithful Abraham,
+of Isaac, and Jacob. They had become great, and
+mighty, and powerful, spreading themselves out
+like the cedars of Lebanon, and flourishing like
+the stately palms. All the surrounding nations
+looked upon them as the favoured of Heaven, and
+feared them.</p>
+
+<p>And he was called to rule them&mdash;he, so young
+and so inexperienced! It was his mission to rule
+them with justice, to train them in the paths of
+righteousness, and to bring them still nearer to Him
+who had chosen them.</p>
+
+<p>And how should he accomplish it? How small
+and insignificant he felt, and how utterly worthless!
+How he seemed to dwindle into nothing beside
+the great work that he was called to do! And yet
+how anxious he was to do it well! How he longed
+to be like his father David, a true shepherd to his
+people! How his heart yearned over his subjects;
+and how greatly he desired to govern them aright,
+and to be the channel through which the blessings
+of the great King of Heaven might be poured down
+upon them!</p>
+
+<p>Yes, that was the one thing he desired&mdash;worthily
+to perform the great work which had been given
+him to do. And young and inexperienced as he
+was, he could not do it of himself, and he must
+ask for the needful wisdom.</p>
+
+<p>A shade of regret for a moment darkened the
+face of the sleeper as he thought of his own inefficiency.
+But it soon passed away. There was
+wisdom for the asking; and his bright red lips
+moved in humble prayer.</p>
+
+<p>"O Lord," he murmured in deep reverence,
+"Thou hast showed great mercy unto David my
+father, and hast made me to reign in his stead.
+And Thy servant is in the midst of Thy people,
+which thou hast chosen&mdash;a great people that cannot
+be counted for multitude. I am but a little
+child. I know
+not how to go
+out, or to come
+in. Give me now
+wisdom and knowledge,
+for who can
+judge this Thy
+people that is so
+great?"</p>
+
+<p>How pleasing
+to God were the
+deep humility expressed
+in this
+prayer, the discernment
+of the
+great work that he
+was called to do;
+the earnest desire
+to be fitted to do it nobly and well, and the
+utter forgetfulness of all earthly glory and fame!</p>
+
+<p>There was no word of reproach, no saying that
+as the son of David he ought to be well qualified
+for governing. Only the gracious answer came,
+that, because all this was in the heart of the young
+king, because he had made the worthy fulfilment of
+his mission the grand aim of his life, wisdom and
+knowledge were granted to him. And because he
+had desired these rather than long life, or riches, or
+honour, or the lives of his enemies, there should
+also be given to him riches, and wealth, and
+honour, such as no king had ever enjoyed before
+him or should ever know after him. And if he
+served God faithfully, as his father David had
+done, length of days, also, should be added unto
+him.</p>
+
+<p>The young king awoke, "and, behold it was a
+dream." But it was not one of those fanciful
+dreams, that come and go, and mean nothing. It
+was a dream from God, a great reality, as he was
+soon to prove.</p>
+
+<p>From that time Solomon became noted for his
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_020" id="Page_020">[Pg 20]</a></span>
+wisdom and knowledge. On the most difficult
+points he was able to give a just judgment, that
+astonished all who heard it. "And the people
+feared him; for they saw that the wisdom of God
+was in him."</p>
+
+<p>His wisdom excelled that of all the wise men of the
+east, and the understanding of even the wise men of
+Egypt sank into the shade when compared with his.</p>
+
+<p>He gave his people three thousand proverbs.
+He wrote a thousand and five songs; one of them
+which is called the "Song of Songs," or the "Song
+of Solomon," and which has a place in the Bible,
+having a depth of beautiful meaning, which only
+the very wise can understand. He knew all about
+the trees, from the kingly cedar that reared its
+proud head on the famous heights of Lebanon, to
+the humble hyssop that sprang out of the wall. He
+could tell the nature of each, describe its flowers and
+its fruit, and point out of what it was symbolic. The
+beasts of the earth, the fowls of the air, the fishes
+of the sea, and even the creeping things were all
+to him as an open book. He could tell for what
+each was created, and what lesson each was intended
+to convey. He could answer the most
+difficult questions that any one could put to him;
+and his fame rapidly spread through all the
+countries of the then known world.</p>
+
+<p>He became so rich, too, that silver and gold were
+as common as the stones that he saw lying in the
+streets, as he rode through Jerusalem in his open
+chariot, clothed in white, threads of glittering gold
+mixed with his jet black hair.</p>
+
+<p>He erected the glorious temple, which for
+grandeur and magnificence stood unrivalled; and
+time would fail to tell of the splendour of his throne,
+of his palace, and of the palace which he built for
+his favourite wife.</p>
+
+<p>In almost all countries, his name has been
+familiar; and, to this day, the wild Arabs will tell
+wondrous stories about him, as they gather at
+night round their blazing fires. His grandeur and
+wisdom have ever since been proverbial; and even
+Jesus, when He wished to compare the lilies of the
+field with something very magnificent, spoke of
+"Solomon in all his glory."</p>
+
+<p>The great king, however, did not get length of
+days, because he afterwards grievously fell. But,
+without darkening this story with the account of
+his subsequent sins, let us try rather to learn some
+of the useful lessons that it is intended to teach.
+Perhaps you have already found them out.</p>
+
+<p>Like Solomon, we have all in life a great work
+to do, and we all lack wisdom. But we have
+only, as St. James tells us, to "ask of God," who
+giveth to <i>all</i> men liberally, without reproaching
+them for their foolishness. And if we seek the
+wisdom that comes from above&mdash;the wisdom of
+Jesus Christ, we need have no fear; for, as the
+great Master Himself tells us, all other things will
+be added unto us.</p>
+
+<p class="right">H. D.</p>
+
+<h4>BIBLE EXERCISES FOR SUNDAY AFTERNOONS.</h4>
+
+<p>1. Which is the only miracle of our Lord that is related
+by all the four Evangelists?</p>
+
+<p>2. What city, after its destruction, was sown with salt,
+as a sign of the barrenness and desolation that its enemies
+wished to see come upon it?</p>
+
+<p>3. How many lepers are we told, were cleansed by
+our Lord?</p>
+
+<p>4. Whence did Solomon procure the pattern according
+to which he built the Temple?</p>
+
+<p>5. Where does the psalmist call God the health of the
+countenance?</p>
+
+<p>6. What is the only occasion on which we read of
+Jesus sleeping?</p>
+
+<p>7. Where is Mary, the mother of Jesus, last mentioned.</p>
+
+<p>8. Where do we read that, while, in the reign of
+David, the old Tabernacle remained at Gibeon, a new
+tent was pitched at Jerusalem for the ark of the
+Lord?</p>
+
+<p>9. In which place, after the pitching of the new
+Tabernacle, did the high priest officiate?</p>
+
+<p>10. Where do we find that Solomon, on his accession,
+recognised the sanctity of both places?</p>
+
+<p>11. Where is there a prophecy of Jonah concerning
+Israel, not recorded in the Bible, alluded to in the history
+of the kings?</p>
+
+<p>12. From what words of St. Paul do we gather that
+other Christians; besides Stephen, were put to death
+during the persecution at Jerusalem?</p>
+
+<h4>ANSWERS TO BIBLE EXERCISES (61-72. See Vol. XIX., p. 346).</h4>
+
+<p>61. In Lev. xix. 14, and Deut. xxvii. 18.</p>
+
+<p>62. In St. Matt. xxvi. 30, and St. Mark xiv.
+26.</p>
+
+<p>63. In Gen. xviii. 14; Jer. xxxii. 17, 27; Job xlii. 2;
+St. Matt. xix. 26; St. Mark x. 27, xiv. 36; St. Luke
+i. 37, xviii. 27.</p>
+
+<p>64. In St. Mark xii. 41-44; St. Luke xxi. 1-4; and
+2 Cor. viii. 12.</p>
+
+<p>65. Of the mother of Samson, Judges xiii. 2-24,
+xiv. 2-9; and Hannah, the mother of Samuel, 1 Sam.
+i., ii. 1-10, 18-21.</p>
+
+<p>66. In Judges xiv. 12-19; and Ezek. xvii. 1-10.</p>
+
+<p>67. Proverbs xii. 10.</p>
+
+<p>68. In St. Matt. vi. 25-34; and St. Luke xii. 22-30.</p>
+
+<p>69. In St. Matt, xxiii. 5.</p>
+
+<p>70. St. John xvii. 4.</p>
+
+<p>71. In Lev. xix. 13; and Deut. xxiv. 14, 15.</p>
+
+<p>72. In Deut. xxi. 22, 23.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_021" id="Page_021">[Pg 21]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
+<a name="Nessies_Adventure" id="Nessies_Adventure"></a>
+<img src="images/i055.jpg" width="600" height="330" alt="Illustration: They brought her home in triumph, a merry sight to see." title="They brought her home in triumph,
+a merry sight to see." />
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">they brought her home in triumph, a merry sight to see.</span></p>
+</div>
+
+<h2>NESSIE'S ADVENTURE.</h2>
+
+<div class="figleft1" style="width: 47px; height: 85px;">
+<img src="images/055.jpg" width="47" height="85" alt="N" title="N" />
+</div>
+<p><span class="smcap">essie</span> was lost&mdash;her brothers<br />
+<span class="two">Had sought her high and low:<br /></span>
+Where in the world was Baby?<br />
+<span class="two">Nobody seemed to know.<br /></span>
+<br />
+"Mother," at last said Harry<br />
+<span class="two">"Now don't you be afraid;<br /></span>
+We'll make up a grand search party,<br />
+<span class="two">And find our little maid."<br /></span>
+<br />
+Harry led forth his followers,<br />
+<span class="two">Down by the willowed pond,<br /></span>
+Past the old grey turnstile,<br />
+<span class="two">And into the woods beyond.<br /></span>
+<br />
+They searched by stream and meadow,<br />
+<span class="two">They searched 'neath hedge and tree;<br /></span>
+"Where," said the puzzled children,<br />
+<span class="two">"Where can the truant be?"<br /></span>
+<br />
+At last, at last they found her,<br />
+<span class="two">In a meadow far away,<br /></span>
+Under a sheltering haystack,<br />
+<span class="two">Asleep 'mid the fragrant hay.<br /></span>
+<br />
+They brought her home in triumph,<br />
+<span class="two">A merry sight to see,<br /></span>
+With flags and banners flying,<br />
+<span class="two">And songs of victory.<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+
+<h2><a name="Too_Young_For_School" id="Too_Young_For_School"></a>TOO YOUNG FOR SCHOOL.</h2>
+
+<h4><i>By the Author of "Harry Maxwell; or, Schoolboy Honour."</i></h4>
+
+<p><span class="dropcap056"><span class="dropcap">"H</span></span><span class="smcap">ere</span>, I say, old fellow! what's the matter?
+you look as sulky as a brown bear. And
+where's your cap gone? I say now,
+<i>do</i> wake up! You'll catch it if old
+Jacky catches you."</p>
+
+<p>"Let me be. You would look sulky if you had
+a little chap of a brother sent to school, miles too
+young to come at all, and had got to look after
+him and keep him out of scrapes, and show him
+how to get on with his lessons, and keep the fellows
+from bullying him."</p>
+
+<p>"Why in the world did he come, Graham?"</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, don't bother, Johnny, old man," and as he
+spoke, Hubert Graham drew his arm away from
+the parapet over which he was leaning with book
+in hand, and turning round a frank, honest-looking
+face towards the boy who was questioning
+him, passed his hand over his eyes, and added,
+"What can have come to Uncle Charlie to make
+him send Chris off like this, I can't think. Middle
+of term too!"</p>
+
+<p>"Well, how is it?&mdash;explain to me&mdash;but&mdash;I say, old
+fellow, where's your cap? you'll be in no end of a
+row if you lose it, you know."</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">leaning with book in hand</span> (<a href="#Too_Young_For_School"><i>p</i>. 21</a>).</p>
+
+<div class="wrap_area">
+<img src="images/i057.jpg" width="353" height="373" alt="Leaning with book in hand" title="leaning with book in hand" />
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+
+<p>Up went Hubert Graham's hand to his head, as he
+answered in a bewildered way, "Cap! Haven't I
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_022" id="Page_022"></a></span>
+got&mdash;" and
+then hastily
+turning, and
+looking over the
+parapet, he exclaimed,
+"Oh! I
+say, Seton, just
+look there!" and
+he burst out into
+a hearty laugh as
+he added "One
+of those barge
+boys has just
+fished it up out
+of the water, and
+he's holding it up
+in triumph to me.
+I must have been
+dreaming. It's out
+of bounds," he
+went on, with a
+face of dismay.</p>
+
+<p>"I wonder if the fellow will bring it up to me."</p>
+
+<p>"Not he," said Seton.</p>
+
+<p>Dr. Thornley's boys were not allowed to go,
+without special leave, any nearer the town on the
+outskirts of which the school was situated than the
+bridge over which Hubert had been leaning. The
+approach of a master solved the difficulty. Hubert
+Graham went up to him. "If you please,
+sir, I was leaning over the parapet, and my cap
+fell into the river. A bargee has picked it up.
+May I run and get it?"</p>
+
+<p>The master looked over, and laughed. "Perhaps
+he won't give it up. You may go and try."</p>
+
+<p>When Hubert Graham returned to the bridge
+in triumph so far as the possession of a very wet
+cap was concerned, but rather low in his mind at
+having had to pay the exacting bargee a shilling
+out of his somewhat scanty store of pocket-money,
+he found John Seton lingering about for him.</p>
+
+<p>"I say," he said, "I want to know about your
+uncle, and the little one. He's a jolly little man
+though; I expect he'll make his way."</p>
+
+<p>"But there's a terrible set in the lower school for
+him to make his way with,
+and he a mere baby."</p>
+
+</div>
+
+<p>"Well! he's seven&mdash;and
+that seems like a baby to
+us, to be sure," said magnificent
+fourteen years, speaking
+in the person of John Seton;
+"and you're right. They <i>are</i> a
+set; I wish I was the prefect in his
+dormitory, but I'm not. Tell me how he
+came here in such a hurry?"</p>
+
+<p>"Well, you needn't talk about it to the other
+fellows. Father and mother are in India. Father's
+regiment was ordered abroad four years ago, and
+mother went with him. There were three of us,
+and we were sent to Uncle Charlie to take care
+of. I was eight years old then, Nellie was five,
+and Chris three years old. Uncle was jolly and
+kind, and sent me here when I was ten. Just
+before the summer holidays were over Uncle
+Charlie married, and I'm sure our new aunt does
+not care for us to be there. But I never thought
+they'd send Chris to school. I wonder what they'll
+do with Nellie?"</p>
+
+<p>"Can't you write to your father?"</p>
+
+<p>"I will directly, but it's so long before I can
+hear."</p>
+
+<p class="center mono">*&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;*<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;*&nbsp;&nbsp;</p>
+
+<p>A poor little fellow taken from the nursery. A
+brave, bright little man enough, but oh! so young,
+so pitifully young to be sent to a school where
+there were fifty or sixty boys in what was called
+the lower school only! Poor little Christopher!
+If his mother could have seen him! He came&mdash;bright&mdash;happy&mdash;full
+of life, determined to like it; but
+before two days were over his little soul was full of
+misery. The boys of ten and eleven years became
+his dread and torment. On the second day he saw
+nothing of Hubert till the evening, and then he said,
+"Hubert, why couldn't I go to our grandfather?"</p>
+
+<p>"Nobody even thought of such a thing, Chris.
+I don't expect our grandfather would like us."</p>
+
+<p>"How do you know?" said the child.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh! don't bother," returned his brother.
+"Only by what I've heard nurse say. She was
+talking one day to Jane, and she said, 'The
+children would have gone to General Graham's,
+only, you know, he was angry with master for
+marrying, and so master never asked him to have
+them.' I asked nurse what she meant, and she
+was vexed that I'd heard it, and said it was nothing
+I could understand."</p>
+
+<p>"But I am so miserable here."</p>
+
+<p>"Try to like it. Seton says you can go into his
+study to-night, and do your exercises. The fellows
+in the school don't leave you alone, do they, Chris?"
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_023" id="Page_023">[Pg 23]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"No," said poor little Chris; "they don't." And
+sitting in Seton's little study that night the child
+found comfort for the first time.</p>
+
+<p>And for a few days things seemed better. But
+it was not to last. Those boys in the lower school,
+who had tormented him before, were worse than
+ever, now that they thought he was being made
+a favourite of by one of the senior boys, and the
+poor little fellow had no peace. He complained
+bitterly to his brother, but it was no good. Hubert
+said it would only make the boys ten times worse
+if he interfered. "And never mind, old fellow," he
+said; "it's half-holiday to-morrow, and you'll get
+some jolly games."</p>
+
+<p>"Jolly games," thought poor little Christopher;
+"I know better. They won't be very jolly to <i>me</i>."</p>
+
+<p>And then Christopher made up his mind, and in
+his brave little heart determined to tell no one, but
+to run away, if he only could, to his grandfather.
+He knew the way to the station from the school,
+and he knew that trains went direct to a station
+called Kingsdown, where Uncle Charlie always
+went when he visited grandfather. "After all, he
+can't be worse than the boys," he said to himself.
+"And Hubert can't help me."</p>
+
+<p>But Hubert did care. His smothered indignation
+and anxiety knew no bounds, and the very
+night that Chris made up his mind to run away,
+long after the other boys in his dormitory were
+asleep, Hubert lay awake thinking how he could
+help his little brother. He fancied he heard a
+noise in one of the dormitories. It seemed, he
+thought, to come from the
+direction of the one in
+which Christopher was.
+He raised himself on his
+elbow to listen, and muttered
+to himself, "They
+shall only wait till to-morrow,
+and then those
+two fellows, Howard and
+Peters, shall have a piece
+of my mind. They're the
+ringleaders. It shall be
+the worse for them if
+they've been frightening
+him to-night."</p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 450px;">
+<img src="images/i060.jpg" width="450" height="335" alt="Illustration: Sitting in Seton's little study" title="Sitting in Seton's little study" />
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">sitting in seton's little study</span></p>
+</div>
+
+<p>And he lay there listening
+till all seemed quiet,
+and then saying to himself,
+"The poor little chap
+is at peace now, I expect,"
+he turned round,
+and dropped off to sleep.</p>
+
+<p>But he had not been listening
+quite long enough.</p>
+
+<p>Little Christopher waited till all the boys in his
+room were sound asleep, pinching himself to keep
+himself awake; then out of bed he crept, felt for
+his clothes, which were close at hand, huddled
+them on, put his feet into his felt slippers, as he
+dared not put on any boots, and got out in the
+passage. His bed was near the door, which was
+fortunate, for he thought, if he had had to pass
+many of the boys' beds, his courage would have
+failed him. Down the stairs he stole&mdash;oh! how
+they creaked&mdash;and unfastening the shutters of one
+of the school-room windows, got out of it into the
+garden. But ah! he hadn't calculated on the big
+dog, whose kennel was hard by, and who was out
+in a moment.</p>
+
+<p>"Dear, darling Ponto," cried the poor little
+fellow; "don't bark, my dear." And up he went,
+and stroked and patted the great mastiff, who,
+already knowing the little fellow, put his paws on
+his shoulders, and licked his face with great
+appreciation. For Christopher was tenderly kind
+to animals, and he was rewarded for this now in
+his day of deep distress. Ponto did not bark.</p>
+
+<p>Christopher whispered to him. "Ponto, I'm
+very unhappy. I'm running away. I wish I could
+take you with me. I only love you here; excepting
+Hubert, and he can't help me;" and away he
+stole.</p>
+
+<p>As he got into the high road the early dawn of
+morning gave him a little light.</p>
+
+<p>All was consternation in the school later, in the
+morning. A boy missing! Dr. Thornley summoned
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_024" id="Page_024">[Pg 24]</a></span>
+the whole school before him.
+Could any boy give him any information?</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
+<img src="images/i061.jpg" width="500" height="430" alt="Illustration: Hubert lay awake" title="Hubert lay awake" />
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">hubert lay awake</span> (<a href="#Page_023"><i>p</i>. 23)</a>.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p>Hubert came forward. "He said he should run
+away yesterday, sir; but I had no notion the
+poor boy would or could, or I'd never have left
+him last night."</p>
+
+<p>"Why?&mdash;for what reason?" said Dr. Thornley,
+his face growing sterner and graver.</p>
+
+<p>John Seton came forward. "I'm afraid, sir,
+there's very bad bullying in the lower school."</p>
+
+<p>"So bad as this, that a boy should run away!"
+said the doctor; "and you a prefect!"</p>
+
+<p>The colour mounted high in John
+Seton's fine young face.</p>
+
+<p>"I've not had anything to do with
+the discipline the three weeks since
+Graham minor has been here, sir;
+but some of us meant to speak. It
+could not go on."</p>
+
+<p>"May I go after him, sir?" said
+Hubert, his voice quivering with
+anxiety.</p>
+
+<p>"I have sent to search for him in all
+directions," said the doctor. "A poor
+little child like that might meet with
+many mishaps. I am surprised,"
+and his voice shook, "that none of
+you bigger boys let me know of any
+of this base, low, ungentlemanly conduct."</p>
+
+<p>The expression on the countenances
+of some of the boys of the
+lower school, as these
+words fell from the doctor's
+lips, may be imagined.</p>
+
+<p>Dr. Thornley was the
+kindest-hearted of men, but
+there were certain offences
+that moved him greatly;
+and when moved to wrath,
+the boys knew he could
+be terrible.</p>
+
+<p>"I must find this all
+out; and if the boys who
+have been bullying little
+Graham have not the
+bravery to come forward,
+and confess it of their own
+free will, I must take
+measures to discover who
+they were. But I warn
+them," added the doctor, "that if I find
+them out before they have come forward
+and freely confessed their base conduct,
+their time at this school will be short.
+To-day is a half-holiday. All the lower school
+will keep within bounds to-day."</p>
+
+<p>At that instant "Old Jacky," as the boys called
+him, the school porter, brought the doctor a
+telegram. His face wore a look of great relief as
+he read it. And he turned to poor Hubert.</p>
+
+<p>"Your brother is safe." Then to the school he
+said, "I have just had this telegram, which I will
+read, 'General Sir Henry Graham, Sefton Court,
+to Dr. Thornley, Middleborough. Christopher
+Graham safe with me. Shall make full inquiries.'"</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 450px;">
+<img src="images/i062.jpg" width="450" height="335" alt="Illustration: Fast asleep, with his head on the dog" title="Fast asleep, with his head on the dog" />
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">fast asleep, with his head on the dog</span> (<a href="#Page_025"><i>p.</i> 25</a>).</p>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_025" id="Page_025">[Pg 25]</a></span>
+At Sefton Court the same morning all was lazy
+and quiet. The blinds drawn down the entrance
+door side of the house to keep out the sun, but
+doors and windows thrown wide open. An old
+gentleman sitting in his library, reading his paper.
+Something made the old gentleman restless. He
+fidgeted. Something was wrong with his glasses.
+Then to himself he said, "I wish Henry was here.
+Shall write by next mail. Why shouldn't his wife
+come home, and bring the children here? I don't
+half like it now that Charlie's married. Perhaps
+she won't like the children. Got a craze on
+education too. They overdo it. Dear me! I
+wonder where that fellow Thomas is?"</p>
+
+<p>And up got the old gentleman, and walked to
+the door. He had no sooner opened it than he
+gave a great start. "Hullo! What on earth is
+this?" What was it he saw?</p>
+
+<p>His own old dog, Bevis, whose favourite sleeping-place
+was the mat at his door, lying there as usual,
+but not asleep. Wide awake, as if on guard. And
+marvel of marvels! a dear little fair-haired boy
+fast, fast asleep, with his head on the dog, who was
+lying so as to make himself into as comfortable a
+pillow as possible.</p>
+
+<p>The old gentleman stared hard for a minute, then
+began to shout for Thomas, which woke the child,
+and he began to sob.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
+<img src="images/i063.jpg" width="500" height="394" alt="Illustration: They were all three assembled" title="They were all three assembled" />
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">they were all three assembled</span> (<a href="#Page_026"><i>p.</i> 26</a>).</p>
+</div>
+
+<p>"There, there!" said the old general. "Who
+are you? You oughtn't to have come in without
+leave." By this time poor little Christopher, for it
+was he, had collected his scattered faculties, and
+catching hold of one of General Graham's hands,
+cried, "You're grandfather. Do take care of me.
+I'm so unhappy at school; I think I'm too little.
+So I said I'd come off to you. You wouldn't be
+as bad as the boys!"</p>
+
+<p>"Who? who?" stammered the poor old general.</p>
+
+<p>"I'm little Christopher Graham. Uncle Charlie
+sent me to school, and I'm too little, I expect. I
+ran away. I know it was naughty, but forgive me,
+and don't send me back. I had five shillings in
+my box, and I ran away in the night, and came
+here by the train in the morning; and I asked
+where you lived, and I walked here from the
+station, and I saw the door wide open, and I
+thought as it was grandfather's house I might
+come in; and I was afraid of the dog, but he
+didn't hurt me, and I knelt down to pat him, and
+I suppose I was very tired, for I can't remember
+any more."</p>
+
+<p>But he needed to say no more, for he was in
+his grandfather's arms. And Thomas was close
+by, and brought some warm tea very quickly;
+and a kind-looking old lady came, who said to
+Christopher she was his great Aunt Susan, and
+that he must be undressed and have a warm bath,
+and go to bed to get a sound sleep before they let
+him tell them anything else.</p>
+
+<p>The very next evening Aunt Susan called
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_026" id="Page_026">[Pg 26]</a></span>
+Christopher into the library. There was his very
+own Nellie sitting on grandfather's knee, and
+Hubert standing by!</p>
+
+<p>Dr. Thornley had given Hubert one day's
+holiday to go and see Christopher. Later in the
+evening they were all three assembled in a
+pleasant cosy room, looking over funny old picture-books,
+which kind Aunt Susan turned out of her
+treasures.</p>
+
+<p>"'All's well that ends well,'" said Hubert; "but
+you mustn't run away from school when you're
+bigger, old boy. You're only forgiven because
+you're a baby, you know."</p>
+
+<p>And his grandfather said to him later on&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>"My boy, in the battle-field no soldier worthy
+to bear the name of 'Englishman' ever turned his
+back on the enemy. What you had to bear was
+hard; but you turned your back on your enemy
+when you ran away. And you bear an ancient
+name, and you come of a noble race. We must
+do our Duty, come what will."</p>
+
+<p>And Christopher never forgot these words.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+
+<h2><a name="The_Home_Of_The_Beads" id="The_Home_Of_The_Beads"></a>THE HOME OF THE BEADS.</h2>
+
+<p><span class="dropcap067b"><span class="dropcap">W</span></span><span class="smcap">ho</span> would
+believe it?</p>
+
+<p>You may
+well open your
+eyes, and shake
+your little heads
+incredulously,
+but nevertheless
+it is a positive
+fact, that
+Venice, the fair Queen of the Adriatic, sends forth
+every year no less than three thousand tons of glass
+beads, for the adornment of your sisters big and
+little in all the four quarters of the globe.</p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 280px;">
+<img src="images/i067a.jpg" width="280" height="164" alt="Illustration: Gondola" title="Gondola" />
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">gondola.</span></p>
+</div>
+
+<p>The largest buyers of these pretty dainty toys
+are the Roman peasant women. America follows
+closely in their footsteps, Great Britain's turn
+comes next, then Germany puts in a modest claim,
+while the worst customers of all are the Scandinavians,
+to whose deep, earnest, thoughtful nature
+the glittering baubles appear mere useless trifles.
+Among the Russian, Turkish, and Hungarian women,
+only the richest classes indulge in these ornaments;
+they are scarcely ever seen among the
+people, which may perhaps be explained by the fact
+that they would not at all suit the various
+national costumes.</p>
+
+<p>All those customers, however, who belong in
+reality to the civilised nations (for, as a rule, the
+higher the cultivation, the less are these shining
+ornaments appreciated), only demand the cheaper
+kinds of glass beads. The best and dearest, the so-called
+<i>perle di luce</i>, find their way to India and
+Africa, to the half-civilised and wholly savage
+races. And here, the long strings of gay glistening
+beads do not merely serve as finishing-touches to
+the costume, but form the principal ornament, and
+cover the neck, arms, hair, and slender ankles of
+many a Hindoo or Malay maiden, while among
+the Ethiopians they often represent the sole article
+of dress. By these people, the glass pearls are
+indeed looked upon as treasures, and the pretty
+string of Roman or Venetian beads which you, my
+little maiden, lay aside so carelessly, is among
+them the cause of as much heart-burning and
+anxious hopes and fears as the most costly
+diamond necklace would be among English
+people.</p>
+
+<p>Japan, too, is not a bad market for their sale;
+whereas China again will have none of them, and
+turns her back rudely on fair Venice and its industry.</p>
+
+<p>But come! Here lies a gondola ready to our
+hand&mdash;the boatman seems intuitively to have read
+our wishes, and as we glide over the blue rippling
+waters in which the stately palaces are mirrored
+clear and lifelike, we seem to see a second Venice
+reflected beneath us. Gradually we approach the
+island of Murano, on which is situated the largest
+of the seven great bead manufactories of Venice, and
+here Herr Weberbeck, a German, employs no less
+than 500 men and women. Altogether about 6,000
+people earn their livelihood (and a poor one it is),
+by this wonderfully pretty industry, while the value
+of the exports amounts yearly to the sum of
+&pound;300,000.</p>
+
+<p>The manufacture itself surprises us by the great
+simplicity which characterises it. The first stage
+is getting the liquid mass of glass about to be
+operated upon into a thorough state of toughness
+and pliability: one should be able to pull it like
+rosin or sealing-wax. The colouring of the mass
+is done while it is still in the furnace, by adding
+various chemicals, the principal of which are
+arsenic, saltpetre, antimony, and lead.</p>
+
+<p>The next process is drawing out the long glass
+pipes. This is most interesting. Let us, therefore,
+watch the man yonder, one of the glass-blowers, as,
+by means of an iron rod, he carefully lifts a ball of
+liquid glass, about the size of a small melon, from
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_027" id="Page_027">[Pg 27]</a></span>
+the open furnace, and with another simple instrument
+makes an indentation in the outer circle,
+nearly the size of that one sees at the bottom of a
+wine-bottle. His colleague, meanwhile, has done
+exactly the same to another ball of glass, and as
+they both press their balls together, the two outer
+circles merge into one, and the air inside the hollow
+spaces is completely shut off. Now the workmen
+draw back the iron rods, which are still attached
+to the hot mass, and a glass thread is seen connecting
+them to the centre ball. Then, keeping the
+strictest military time, the glass-blowers march off
+in opposite directions, to about the distance of a
+hundred yards, and the glowing glass thread spins
+itself off from both balls, until it is exhausted, or
+until the cold air hardens it. The imprisoned air
+has likewise, however, been spun out, and thus a
+hollow pipe, instead of a solid rod, has been formed,
+and so prepared the hole for the future beads.</p>
+
+<p>The glass threads vary in thickness, from that of
+a pencil to that of a very thin knitting-needle.
+Those intended for beads of mixed colours are
+drawn out just in the same way, the only difference
+being that in that case the glass ball, as soon as
+it is taken from the furnace, is dipped in various
+coloured masses of liquid glass, which then form
+layers, one over the other, like the layers of an
+onion.</p>
+
+<p>Sometimes, very tiny lumps of coloured glass are
+stuck on the glass balls, which then form parti-coloured
+stripes on the glass threads. The separating
+and sorting of the threads or pipes, which are
+now broken up into lengths of about three feet, is a
+widely-spread home-industry in Venice, and if we go
+down to the lower parts of the Lagoon city, where
+the people dwell, we shall see numbers of women
+and children seated before large baskets, out of
+which glass pipes protrude like the quills of a
+gigantic porcupine. With fingers spread wide
+apart, they carefully weigh and feel the contents
+of the baskets, till they have sorted all the pipes,
+according to their sizes. The different bundles are
+then carried back to the factory, where they are
+placed in a machine, not unlike a chaff-cutter, and
+cut up into small pieces. It is amusing to watch the
+coloured shower as it falls. Do not be afraid, but
+just place your hand beneath, to catch the glittering
+stream, and it will almost seem as if you had taken
+hold of a shower of hailstones.</p>
+
+<p>Any pointed or jagged bits having been cut off,
+the beads are now rolled in fine sand, which has
+been carefully heated in earthen jars, until just
+warm enough to soften the outside of the glass, so
+that a gentle friction would rub off the sharp edges.
+The sand gets into the holes in the beads, prevents
+them from closing up during this process, and ere
+we can believe it possible, they come forth round,
+perfect, and complete. The larger and smaller ones
+are now separated and sorted by simply shaking
+them in different-sized sieves, and any beads that
+require an extra amount of polish are thrown into
+small bags filled with marl, and vigorously tossed
+and shaken.</p>
+
+<p>Much more complicated is the manufacture of
+the <i>perle di luce</i>, or beads of light, which so delight
+the natives of India and Africa. The name is
+taken from the way in which they are prepared,
+namely, by means of a jet of intense flame, and
+great skill and dexterity is required on the part of
+the workman, who can display his talent and
+originality by ornamenting them with flowers and
+arabesques. The combined effects of light and
+colour are often very beautiful, and seem a fit adornment
+for all those eastern and southern nations
+over whom a halo of fable and romance is cast.</p>
+
+<p>In the interior of Africa, these <i>perle di luce</i> are
+frequently used as payment instead of coin, and
+the cunning Arab, in whose hands almost the whole
+of the trade lies, generally turns to his own profit
+the delight that the innocent negresses exhibit at
+his gay wares.</p>
+
+<p>But contrary to what one might expect, the
+black, woolly-headed children of Nature show a
+strange distaste for <i>glossy</i> beads; so much so
+indeed, that the Venetians find it necessary to
+deaden the natural brilliancy which all glass
+obtains when it becomes cold, by grinding it, and
+thus softening the otherwise shining surface.</p>
+
+<p>Notwithstanding all this, however, the bead industry
+of Venice is but a poorly-paid one; only
+the most skilful among the hands can manage to
+make a decent livelihood. Not very many of the
+women can earn more than about 4&frac12;d. a day, so
+that for them all the fast-days decreed by their
+Church are quite superfluous; <i>their</i> fasts last from
+Ash Wednesday to Ash Wednesday. Even polenta,
+that very frugal Italian national dish, is for them
+only a Sunday's treat; the rest of the week nature
+provides them with turnips and other roots, great
+piles of which, cooked on an open hearth, greet us
+in all the streets of Venice, where they are eagerly
+devoured by the hungry crowd. And yet these poor
+people work hard to give pleasure and delight to
+both great and little folk.</p>
+
+<p>Truly they exemplify the old proverb, "Some
+must sow, that others may reap."</p>
+
+<p class="right">M. H.</p>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<p>[<span class="smcap">Answer to "Our Imaginary Dissolving Views</span>"&mdash;VI.
+(<i>See Vol. XIX., p.</i> 351.) 1. Henrietta, Maria. 2.
+Vandyke's picture of Charles I. and his queen: the
+children were afterwards Charles II. and James II. 3.
+The Fronde. 4. Trial of Charles I. in Westminster Hall.]</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_028" id="Page_028">[Pg 28]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="A_Practical_Joke" id="A_Practical_Joke"></a>A PRACTICAL JOKE.</h2>
+
+<div class="figleft1" style="width: 66px; height: 65px;">
+<img src="images/i133b.jpg" width="66" height="65" alt="'T" title="'T" />
+</div>
+<p><span class="smcap">was</span> noon-tide on a summer day,<br />
+And in a hammock Bruin lay,<br />
+Studying the price of pork and veal,<br />
+And wondering how to get a meal,<br />
+And what his little ones would do<br />
+If all the papers said was true.<br />
+<br />
+The sun was very warm that day,<br />
+And having trudged a weary way<br />
+In search of food, 'twas no surprise<br />
+That Mr. Bruin shut his eyes<br />
+Now and again, and did not see<br />
+Two monkeys o'er him in the tree.<br />
+<br />
+"Hurrah!" they whispered, "here's a chance<br />
+Of making Mr. Bruin dance!<br />
+Oft has he put us in a fix:<br />
+We'll pay him out now for his tricks,<br />
+And let him know that, though we're small,<br />
+We're not so harmless after all!"<br />
+</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 427px;">
+<img src="images/i071.jpg" width="427" height="500" alt="Illustration: 'Twas noon-tide on a summer day, and in a hammock bruin lay." title="'Twas noon-tide on a summer day, and in a hammock bruin lay." />
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">'twas noon-tide on a summer day, and in a hammock bruin lay.</span></p>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_029" id="Page_029">[Pg 29]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 427px;">
+<img src="images/i072.jpg" width="427" height="506" alt="Illustration: Upon the ground, with aching bones, poor bruin mingled sighs and groans." title="Upon the ground, with aching bones, poor bruin mingled sighs and groans." />
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">upon the ground, with aching bones, poor bruin mingled sighs and groans</span></p>
+</div>
+<p>
+Then, knife in hand, one monkey passed<br />
+From branch to branch, until at last<br />
+He reached the bough wherefrom was hung<br />
+Old Bruin's hammock, firmly slung;<br />
+And made one sudden vigorous slash<br />
+Through all the ropes: then&mdash;crash, crash, crash!<br />
+<br />
+Upon the ground, with aching bones,<br />
+Poor Bruin mingled sighs and groans,<br />
+Compelled to linger there and hear<br />
+The monkeys' frequent taunt and jeer,<br />
+While "What's the price, of bear's grease, please?"<br />
+Went echoing through the forest trees.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="right">G. W.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_030" id="Page_030">[Pg 30]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="Little_Toilers_Of_The_Night" id="Little_Toilers_Of_The_Night"></a>LITTLE TOILERS OF THE NIGHT.</h2>
+
+<h4>I.&mdash;THE PRINTER'S READING-BOY.</h4>
+
+<p><span class="dropcap074"><span class="dropcap">I</span></span><span class="smcap">t</span> is a gusty Friday night just after
+Easter. A night full of wind
+which comes in sudden blasts and
+drives the sharp shining rain along
+the streets so that it seems to
+pierce through coats and umbrellas,
+and makes such a quick pattering sound
+upon the pavement that people who are indoors,
+and just going to bed, pull aside their window-curtains,
+look out at the flickering lights, and feel
+glad to be at home.</p>
+
+<p>Looking up from between the tall flat walls of the
+houses in a narrow court in Fleet Street, London, any
+one who has eyes can see the gleam of the moon,
+and the two or three stars that hang in the long strip
+of blue overhead. They can hear the rumble of the
+late cab, and the tramp of the policeman outside
+so plainly that these sounds are quite startling.
+For all day long Fleet Street is a busy place,
+with thousands of people going up and down, and
+hundreds of carts, cabs, waggons, cars, and carriages,
+hustling in the roadway, and people who
+have only seen and heard it in the day-time are
+surprised to find how silent and deserted it is at
+midnight.</p>
+
+<p>But in the narrow court, and in many other
+courts and passages close by, there are other sounds
+and other lights than the noise of the policeman's
+boots and the gleaming of the stars. Any one
+who is standing there may hear a curious buzzing,
+and now and then a dull thump, and looking about
+may see more than one big building with its windows
+all aglow, and the shadows of people moving
+across them. Now and then a door will open, and
+a lad, perhaps without a cap, and with his jacket
+tied round his neck by the sleeves, will rush out as
+though the place were on fire and he had been
+sent to fetch an engine.</p>
+
+<p>If you are standing near the door you will have
+to get out of the way of that lad, or he will be
+likely to run you down, or jam you against the
+wall, for he is in a hurry. He is not going to fetch
+an engine, for if you watch him he scampers down
+the next court, or perhaps across Fleet Street, and
+in less time than you can get your breath properly,
+is back with a tray piled with steaming
+mugs, and plates of thick bread-and-butter; and
+while you are wondering how he can have got them
+so quickly, and whether he will ever carry them up
+that steep flight of stairs behind the door of the big
+building, he gives a shout that seems to make
+twenty echoes, and then you lose sight of him.</p>
+
+<p>In those big buildings with the dark doors and
+the lighted windows the news of the week is being
+printed, that people may read it in the papers.
+There the printers are at work, and will be at work
+all night; the lad who has just gone in is a printer's
+lad, and because of some part of the work he has
+to do he is called a "reading-boy."</p>
+
+<p>Nearly every day this week numbers of letters and
+telegrams and written accounts of various things
+that have taken place in different parts of the
+world have been coming in to this building. When
+they come in the editor looks at them and sends them
+up to the chief compositor. The "compositors," up
+in the top rooms where the lights are shining, stand
+before large wooden trays or "cases," each of which
+is divided into a number of small squares, like
+boxes without lids. These boxes hold what are
+called the types. The types are little slips of metal,
+and on the end of each slip is stamped a letter.
+One of the boxes in the tray holds the a's, another
+the b's, another the c's, and the capital letters and
+the stops also have their proper places. When the
+compositor has the writing before him on his case,
+he takes a small metal box open at one end,
+and of the proper width, in his left hand, and with
+his right hand picks up one by one the metal letters
+that spell the words which are on the page. These
+he places in the box with the letter end upwards,
+putting a slip of metal without any letter upon it to
+make a space between each word. When he has
+filled his box he lifts all the letters carefully out
+without jumbling any of them up together, stands
+them in a tray, and keeps them from falling down
+by placing a flat rule of brass against the side
+of them. When he has set up so many of these
+metal letters that they are enough, when properly
+arranged in columns, to make a whole page of printing,
+they are all brought close together and then
+tightly fastened in a kind of frame, so that they
+are quite firm. They are next sent downstairs
+and placed on the <i>press</i>, or printing-machine.
+Large smooth rollers spread a thin coating of ink
+upon this metal page, and then the sheet of
+white paper is brought very firmly against it by a
+strong machine, which presses so evenly that the
+ink is stamped from the metal page of the types on
+to the paper. When that paper is removed it is a
+printed page, with the same words upon it that the
+compositor read upon the letter or written page
+sent in a little while ago. All night long these
+types with the letters upon them are being set up,
+all night long patient men pick up the metal letters
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_031" id="Page_031">[Pg 31]</a></span>
+and form them into pages; all night long the
+steam engine is going, and the letters from the
+inky metal pages are being stamped upon the clean
+white paper, which, when it is printed all over,
+will contain the week's history of the world, and
+will be read by thousands of people.</p>
+
+<p>There are many lads in this printing-office, and
+all night they are running up and down with letters
+and sheets of writing and printing, or are cleaning
+the inky surface of the metal pages, or helping to
+fix up the frames. But why are some of them
+called "reading-boys?"</p>
+
+<p>Of course when the metal letters are set up
+mistakes will occur now and then; so in the first
+impression printed from the type, before it is made
+up into the pages for printing already referred to
+and fastened into the metal frame, these mistakes
+must be put right. To do this one person takes
+the writing from which the type was set up, and
+another the impression from the type, and the man
+or boy who has the writing reads it aloud distinctly,
+while the other, who has the impression
+from the type, reads that to himself at the same
+time, and compares what he sees there with what
+he hears being read. If he comes to a word
+where there is a mistake he makes a mark against
+it, and sets it right. When the mistakes are all
+marked, the compositor sets them right by
+putting in the proper letters and words, instead
+of the wrong ones, and then another impression
+is printed to see whether all is right this time.
+These impressions that are read for mistakes are
+called "proofs," because they prove whether the
+work has been properly done. Sometimes, if the
+reading-boy is very clever, he can read the first
+writing, but the writing is very often so bad that
+even the men who set up the metal types can
+hardly read it. It is not pleasant work to sit all
+night in a close little hot room, with the gas
+flaring, and to hear the din, and feel the rolling
+of the great machinery, while you have to read
+all sorts of things that you don't care much for,
+and haven't time to think about; but that is what
+the "reading-boy" has often to do, though he
+sometimes has a good deal of running up and
+down stairs, and now and then rushes out to fetch
+tea, bread-and-butter, bacon, and other things for
+the men, or for himself and his companions. It
+is to get a second supply of these dainties that
+the boy whom we saw just now comes out again
+head-first, and with no jacket at all on this time.
+He carries the tray full of empty mugs, and before
+he can quite stop himself he comes suddenly
+against a burly, weather-beaten looking man, who
+is walking up the court, and seems to be lurching
+from side to side of the pavement. Before the lad
+can stop short, the edge of the tray comes against
+this man's elbow, and crash goes one of the mugs
+on the stones of the court.</p>
+
+<p>"Now, then, stoopid!" shouts the boy. "Why
+can't you keep on your right side?"</p>
+
+<p>"Is that the way you speaks to your uncle,
+Bennie?" says the big man, laughing. He is a
+short broad man, dressed in rough blue cloth, and
+with a shiny sou'-wester on his head. He looks
+like a pilot, but he is really a fisherman and a
+sailor, and he has come up all the way from Yarmouth
+on purpose to see Benny's mother, who is
+his own sister.</p>
+
+<p>"Well, uncle, who <i>could</i> ha' thought of seeing
+you here; haven't you been to mother's?"</p>
+
+<p>"No, my boy, I got to London by the late train,
+and so I thought I'd try and find you out, and we'll
+go home together. What a place this London is,
+to be sure, and what a stifly sort of alley this here
+is to be workin' in all night; it don't seem quite
+right for a lad of your age, Benny."</p>
+
+<p>"Come, don't you go running down our court,"
+says the boy. "I'm all right, uncle, specially since
+you was so kind as to pay for me to go to the
+classes. Why, bless you, I'm learning French and
+Latin now, and I'm put on to reading regular. I
+shouldn't wonder if I was to come to be a printer's
+reader, instead of a reading-boy, and earn ever so
+much a week by-and-by."</p>
+
+<p>"What do you get now, Benny?"</p>
+
+<p>"Eight shillings a week, uncle, and then you
+know I can help mother in the shop a bit; but I
+say, you don't mind waitin' a minute, while I go to
+the house over the way. There's only one or two
+places that keep open after twelve, because of our
+wanting tea, and ham, and rolls, and coffee, and all
+sorts o' things, to keep us going. It makes you
+precious faint to keep up night work without anything
+to eat, I can tell you, uncle."</p>
+
+<p>"Well, I'll come with you, Benny, and wait for
+you at the shop, where I can fill my pipe. But
+where's your jacket, and where's your cap?"</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, we don't have time to think about that.
+Something's wanted, and the bell rings, and somebody
+shouts down the speaking-tube, and off you
+go. It is precious cold sometimes, though, for the
+men at our place keep the room so hot. They
+can't bear a breath of air here, and for fear of a
+draught, and then getting their fingers cold so that
+they can't feel the type, they paste paper over
+every crack, and have all the windows fastened
+down, and make you pay a fine for leaving the
+door <ins class="correction" title="Transcriber's Note - the original reads: open.&quot; with a quotation mark">open</ins>. Why, uncle, you don't a bit know
+what it is. Talk about the hardships at sea, and
+being out night after night off what I've heard
+you call the Dogger Bank to catch codfish, they're
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_032" id="Page_032">[Pg 32]</a></span>
+nothing to being a boy in a printin' office where
+the machine's always going, and you've I don't
+know how many masters to order you about;
+but never you mind, I'm going to stick to it,
+and if they don't give me a rise to ten shillings
+next week, I'll leave and go into another place
+where they'll be proud of my talent, and admire me
+for my <ins class="correction" title="Transcriber's Note - the original reads: strength.&quot; with a quotation mark">strength</ins>. Though I think I would rather
+be aboard the <i>Saucy Nancy</i> with you, after all. I
+should 'like 'a life on the ocean wave, uncle,
+and I do get so tired of the night work sometimes."</p>
+
+<p>"Bless your heart, my boy; there's lads no bigger
+than you at the fishing stations that have as much
+night work as you do. Hard work in the cold
+and the wind and the wet, and often hungry work,
+and a good deal of danger too. There, get along,
+and fetch your coat, Benny. I'll wait here, and
+then we'll go home together to see mother, and as
+she tells me you're to have a holiday, Saturday to
+Monday night, you shall come home along o' me,
+and then we will just see what it's like to be a
+Fisher Boy."</p>
+
+<p class="right"><span class="smcap">Thomas Archer</span>.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+
+<h2><a name="Their_Road_To_Fortune" id="Their_Road_To_Fortune"></a>THEIR ROAD TO FORTUNE.</h2>
+
+<h4>THE STORY OF TWO BROTHERS.</h4>
+
+<h4><i>By the Author of "The Heir of Elmdale," &amp;c, &amp;c.</i></h4>
+
+<h4>CHAPTER I.&mdash;A VISITOR TO RIVERSDALE.</h4>
+
+<p><span class="dropcap079"><span class="dropcap">"H</span></span><span class="smcap">ow</span>
+I wish it was a boy. I don't like girls!"
+Bertie Rivers cried, tossing aside his
+book. "Do come out, Eddie, and let us
+watch for the carriage."</p>
+
+<p>Eddie laid aside his book a little reluctantly, and
+followed his brother through the open French window
+of the study. They were two bright, handsome
+lads, of twelve and thirteen: Edward the
+elder, but scarcely as tall as Bertie, and far slighter,
+with a grave reserved air, and rather thoughtful
+face; Bertie sturdy, gay, careless, and frank, with
+restless, observant blue eyes, and a somewhat unceremonious
+way of dealing with people and things.
+Eddie called him rough and boisterous, and gave
+way to him in everything, not at all because
+Bertie's will was the stronger, but that Eddie, unless
+very much interested, was too indolent to assert
+himself, and found it much easier to do just as he
+was asked on all occasions than argue or explain.</p>
+
+<p>There was a visitor expected at Riversdale that
+day, and they were very curious concerning her,
+though in different ways: Bertie openly, restlessly,
+questioningly; Eddie with a quiet, rather gloomy,
+expectation.</p>
+
+<p>"I wonder if she will like us?" Bertie said, as he
+climbed to the top of a gate, and looked anxiously
+down the white dusty road.</p>
+
+<p>"I wonder if we shall like <i>her</i>?" Eddie replied:
+"that's of more importance, I think."</p>
+
+<p>"I do wish she was a boy," Bertie repeated for
+about the hundredth time in the course of three
+days. "One never knows what to do with a girl
+cousin. Of course she won't care about cricket,
+though Lillie Mayson likes it, and she will be afraid
+of the dogs, and scream at old Jerry. I wonder we
+never even heard of her before, or of Uncle Frank
+either. I wonder&mdash;&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>"What's the use of wondering, Bert?" Eddie
+interrupted, a little impatiently. "Papa told us all
+he wished us to know, I dare say. Come along for
+a walk. What's the good of idling here all the morning?
+It won't bring the carriage a minute sooner
+to stand watching for it."</p>
+
+<p>"No, of course not; but I want to rush down
+the road to meet it, and we can't go for a walk till
+it comes. It would be a poor sort of welcome
+for Cousin Agnes;" and Bertie took another long
+look down the road, where nothing was visible
+save a cloud of fine white dust.</p>
+
+<p>Three mornings before Mr. Rivers had summoned
+both boys to his study, and very gravely
+informed them that their Uncle Frank was dead,
+and his only child, Agnes Rivers, was coming to
+reside at Riversdale.</p>
+
+<p>"She has no home, no friends, no money, no
+mother. Try and be kind to her, boys. Don't ignore
+her, Edward; don't tease her, Bertie; and ask her
+no questions about her parents or her past history,
+remember that!"</p>
+
+<p>The boys promised; they always obeyed their
+father implicitly: indeed, absolute unquestioning
+obedience was one thing Mr. Rivers exacted from
+every person he came in contact with.</p>
+
+<p>But Bertie was far from satisfied with the very
+meagre information he had received, and directly
+he got a favourable opportunity, he besieged Mrs.
+Mittens, the old housekeeper, with questions concerning
+the new relation who was coming to make
+her home with them, and of the Uncle Frank
+whose name he had never heard before. Eddie
+did not share his curiosity, or perhaps concluded
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_033" id="Page_033">[Pg 33]</a></span>
+that his father's command to ask no questions
+was a general one; Bertie insisted it only referred
+to Agnes herself, and repeated his father's exact
+words to the housekeeper.</p>
+
+<p>"I think, Master Bertie, your papa meant you
+to ask no questions of anybody; and I have very
+little to tell," she said, gravely. "But this much I
+think you may know. Your Uncle Frank was
+your papa's only brother: he displeased your
+grandpapa, and left home in consequence."</p>
+
+<p>"But what did he do?" Bertie cried eagerly.</p>
+
+<p>"Everything he should not have done; but his
+worst fault was disobedience, and a world of
+trouble it got him into. Remember that, Master
+Bertie: your grandpapa would be obeyed, and your
+papa is his own son in that respect. So take care,
+my dear, take care!" and the old lady shook her
+forefinger warningly. "But everything's forgot
+and forgave now," she added, more cheerfully;
+"and right glad I am Miss Agnes is coming here!"</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 443px;">
+<img src="images/i081.jpg" width="443" height="500" alt="Illustration: Mr. Rivers had summoned both boys to his study" title="Mr. Rivers had summoned both boys to his study" />
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">mr. rivers had summoned both boys to his study</span> (<a href="#Their_Road_To_Fortune"><i>p</i>. 32</a>).</p>
+</div>
+
+<p>Bertie turned away grumbling; he was not a whit
+wiser than he had been before, and he felt somehow
+that he had been reproved, and, more than that,
+warned. But he was not very seriously impressed,
+and he determined some day to find out the whole
+history of his Uncle Frank: know exactly what he
+did, and why he did it; and as he turned the
+matter over in his mind, as he sat perched on the
+gate, he came to the conclusion that his was a very
+strange family, and that there were a great many
+skeletons concealed in Riversdale.</p>
+
+<p>"Perhaps Aunt Amy will be sending us a boy
+or girl cousin some day or other," he said to
+Eddie suddenly. "I shouldn't be a bit surprised."</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_034" id="Page_034">[Pg 34]</a></span>
+Eddie started from a reverie, and looked questioningly
+at his brother. "Aunt Amy? what put her
+into your head, Bert?"</p>
+
+<p>"I don't know, I'm sure, unless it's Uncle Frank.
+Don't you think it's very funny to have a lot of
+relations you never see, hear from, or speak about&mdash;very
+exciting, too, to have cousins drop in on you
+when you least expect it. I hope, Ned, when you're
+master of Riversdale, you won't banish me, and
+forget my very existence till I'm dead. What did
+Aunt Amy do, I wonder?"</p>
+
+<p>"She married some one papa did not approve
+of&mdash;an artist, I think: that's all," Eddie said gravely.
+"I think Aunt Amy is very happy, and I'm sure she
+is very beautiful. She does not come to Riversdale,
+because papa is always ill, I suppose; and perhaps
+she likes London better, and she has not got any
+boys or girls."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh!" Bertie said, opening his eyes wide; "you
+seem to know all about them. Who told you?"</p>
+
+<p>"Papa. I asked him one day."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh! and Uncle Gregory: what did he do? He
+never comes here either;" and Bertie looked up the
+road again, as if he did not care very much to hear
+the probable reason of that relative's absence.</p>
+
+<p>"Uncle Gregory is a merchant, and has to attend
+to his business, I suppose," Eddie replied, rather
+loftily. "He came here often enough&mdash;too often, I
+believe&mdash;when our mother was alive, and then papa
+and he disagreed, and he has not come since."</p>
+
+<p>"Hum!" Bertie said, slipping down and stretching
+himself. "How did you find out, Eddie?"</p>
+
+<p>"Why, I didn't find out. Papa talks to me sometimes
+about our relatives; you talk as if it were a
+crime for people not to come here when they have
+their own houses and things to attend to. You
+might just as well ask why we always stay at home."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh! but that's different: Riversdale is such a
+jolly place. Why, I wouldn't live anywhere else for
+anything, would you, Eddie?"</p>
+
+<p>"I don't know; I think it would be wise to see
+other places before deciding. I should like to see
+a great city&mdash;London for instance."</p>
+
+<p>"I wonder if Agnes is coming from London?"
+Bertie cried; "if so, she can tell us all about it."</p>
+
+<p>"But I'd like to see for myself, to travel everywhere,
+visit all the famous places in the world&mdash;Italy,
+Greece, Egypt&mdash;see pictures, statues, beautiful
+churches."</p>
+
+<p>"I think I'd prefer to stay at home: those places
+are such a long way off. I dare say I should be tired
+before I got there; and I don't care for pictures
+much, except of dogs and horses. I'd just like to
+stay here always, hunt and shoot and fish when I
+grow up, and play cricket and football, and just
+enjoy myself all the time," Bertie said soberly.</p>
+
+<p>"That's because you're ignorant, Bertie, and
+have no taste or ambition," Eddie replied. "You
+know what Doctor Mayson says: 'Travel improves
+the mind, and enlarges the understanding.'"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, but that's only in a copy-book!" Bertie
+exclaimed triumphantly. "Besides, papa is the
+cleverest man in the world, and he's happy enough
+here. Oh! the carriage at last. Come and welcome
+our new cousin;" and in a moment Bertie
+had vaulted over the gate and shouted to the
+coachman to stop, while Eddie followed in a more
+orthodox fashion, and both boys stood bowing, with
+their caps in their hands, to a little girl dressed in
+black, with a small pale face, and a quantity of light
+hair pushed back from her forehead. She clung to
+Mrs. Mittens nervously with one hand, while she extended
+the other first to Bertie, then to Eddie and
+said, "Thank you, cousins," for their welcome in the
+sweetest, saddest voice in the world. Then the carriage
+drove on before Bertie had quite recovered his
+astonishment at the fact that the little girl seemed
+no more than a baby, yet wore blue glasses, and
+spoke with the voice of a grown-up person. He
+had meant to spring into the carriage, give her a
+hearty kiss and a noisy greeting, and go on to the
+house with her; but such familiarities were entirely
+out of the question with the grave little lady in
+black. Turning round, he looked questioningly at
+Eddie, who had returned to the grounds. "Well,"
+he cried, "what do you think?"</p>
+
+<p>"I think Cousin Agnes is an ugly, sickly little
+thing, not more than seven!" he cried scornfully.
+"The idea of a girl in blue spectacles! Come and
+have a walk." For once Bertie followed instead of
+leading, though he was strongly inclined to return
+to the house. He did not think his cousin was
+ugly, and he pitied her for being so pale and sad-looking;
+but somehow he felt disappointed too,
+and out of humour with himself, and Eddie, and
+every one else, and in an unusually silent mood he
+set off for a ramble in the woods. Both boys were
+disappointed in Agnes, but in a different way.</p>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<h4>CHAPTER II.&mdash;AGNES FINDS A FRIEND.</h4>
+
+<p><span class="dropcap085"><span class="dropcap">"I</span></span> <span class="smcap">hope</span>
+you will be very happy here, child,
+and make yourself at home. Take care of
+her, Mittens, and see that the boys don't
+tease her;" and Mr. Rivers kissed the
+trembling, nervous little girl on the forehead, and
+waved her out of the room. The interview had
+been brief, and conducted with absolute silence
+on the child's part. She was overpowered by the
+magnificence and awed by the solemnity of her
+new home.</p>
+
+<p>"Is that grand gentleman Uncle Hugh, ma'am?"
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_035" id="Page_035">[Pg 35]</a></span>
+she asked timidly, as she clung to the good-natured
+housekeeper's hand.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, my dear; and very kind and good you will
+find him if you always do just as he tells you.
+Now you must come to my room, and have a cup
+of tea before dinner. Your cousins never have any
+luncheon, and dine with me at three o'clock. Your
+Uncle Hugh always dines in his own apartments:
+indeed, he seldom leaves them, except for a turn on
+the terrace. The children go in every evening to see
+him for half an hour, and you will go with them.
+We have breakfast at nine, and tea at seven. Your
+cousins drive in to Wakeley every day to Doctor
+Mayson's school; they leave at half-past nine, and
+get back by three. Sometimes they ride their
+ponies, but oftener they drive in the little dog-cart;
+and I dare say a young person will come to give
+you lessons, but the master has not made any
+arrangement yet. You're to sleep in the room next
+to mine; and Prudence Briggs, the under housemaid,
+will wait upon you. But the first thing you
+must do, my dear Miss Agnes, is to get well, and
+strong, and rosy. You have been ill, surely."</p>
+
+<p>"No, ma'am, not worse than usual; but I have
+been up a good deal at night with father."</p>
+
+<p>"You up at night, child! Dear, dear! what
+could folk be thinking of to let you?"</p>
+
+<p>"There was no one else, ma'am, and father had
+to have his medicine regularly," Agnes replied
+gravely. "Even when Doctor Evans did send a
+nurse, she used to fall asleep at night, and forget
+poor father."</p>
+
+<p>Mrs. Mittens took off her spectacles, wiped
+them carefully, put them on again, and looked
+earnestly at the child seated opposite to her. But
+either her eyes or the glasses were dim again in a
+moment. That poor, fragile little creature up at
+night, ministering to the wants of a dying man! It
+seemed incredible, and yet the child's face and voice
+and words bore the living impress of truth.</p>
+
+<p>"How old are you, my dear?"</p>
+
+<p>"Twelve last birthday. I know I'm very little
+and weak, and my back aches dreadfully sometimes;
+but Doctor Evans said rest and care would do
+wonders for me. I never had much rest at home,
+and I was always very anxious about poor father;
+ever since my darling mamma died, four years ago,
+I had to take care of him."</p>
+
+<p>"Dear heart alive! Why did you never write to
+your uncle?" Mrs. Mittens cried, holding up both
+her hands.</p>
+
+<p>"I never knew I had an uncle till after father's
+death; then Doctor Evans told me, and sent me here.
+He was very, very kind, and so was my Aunt Amy.
+Was it not strange to have an aunt in London and
+never know it? But she came at once, and took
+me away to her house&mdash;ever so much a finer house
+than the one we lodged in, but not nearly so fine
+or beautiful as this; and she made my black
+frocks, and took me to dear father's funeral in a
+carriage. Aunt Amy was very kind, and kissed me
+very often, and said she wished she could keep me
+always, but Uncle Clair said it was best for me to
+come to Riversdale. Do you think it was best?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, my dear, of course. Certainly it was best
+for you to come," the old lady replied briskly.</p>
+
+<p>"And do you think my cousins will love me?"</p>
+
+<p>"I'm quite sure of it, Miss Agnes. They are the
+best and dearest boys in the world."</p>
+
+<p>"And Uncle Hugh?" Agnes added wistfully.</p>
+
+<p>"Well, my dear, your uncle is not quite like
+other people. He suffers a great deal with his nerves,
+and he has had a many sorrows, which he keeps
+all to himself; but he's the most just and most generous
+gentleman in the world, and I'm sure he will be
+very kind to you; only you must do just what he
+says, my dear. All the troubles in the world came
+of disobedience, I think, and have done so since the
+Garden of Eden. If poor Mr. Frank had only&mdash;&mdash;but
+there, what is the use of talking?" and Mrs.
+Mittens sighed.</p>
+
+<p>"Did you know my father, ma'am?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, indeed! I carried him about in my arms
+many a time."</p>
+
+<p>"Did you love him, please?"</p>
+
+<p>"Love him, Miss Agnes? <i>that</i> I did! Who
+could help loving his bright bonnie face? Why, we
+all loved him, dearie: he was the light and life of
+the house, but he would have his own way&mdash;he would
+have it, and I fear it led him through a tangled,
+thorny path."</p>
+
+<p>Agnes looked up at Mrs. Mittens.</p>
+
+<p>"Please, please tell me one thing more, ma'am,"
+she whispered nervously, yet eagerly. "Did my
+Uncle Hugh love my father?"</p>
+
+<p>"As the apple of his eye, my dearie: there's no
+mistake about that; he would have given his heart's
+best blood for him!"</p>
+
+<p>"Did he know my dear father was so sad and so
+sorry, so poor, so friendless, so&mdash;so unhappy?"</p>
+
+<p>"No, child, that he did not. Your father would
+have none of him; he was proud with the pride
+that goes before destruction. My master would
+have loved him, but Master Frank would not."</p>
+
+<p>"Then there has been some dreadful mistake
+somewhere, ma'am," Agnes said gently, but firmly.
+"My father was an angel and a martyr. He was
+not proud or unforgiving, and he suffered, oh, so
+much! But if you tell me my uncle knew nothing
+of it, I cannot blame him."</p>
+
+<p>"I tell you more, dearie," said the old housekeeper
+earnestly, holding both the child's hands,
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_036" id="Page_036">[Pg 36]</a></span>
+and looking into her pale, earnest face. "My
+master would have given half his fortune to have
+made your father happy, but the wrong was done
+before you were born; and it's righted at last,
+thank Heaven! righted at last. Now, my poor
+lamb, we will talk of all those things no more;
+your troubles are over, and all you have to do is to
+get well and strong and rosy, and be as happy as
+ever you can;
+and always remember,
+little
+one, you have a
+true friend in old
+Mittens. She
+loved your father,
+and she will always
+love you;
+and now you
+must lie down on
+that sofa, and rest
+for an hour. The
+boys are sure to
+be in for dinner,
+and I want you
+to be nice and
+bright."</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 387px;">
+<img src="images/i088.jpg" width="387" height="500" alt="Illustration: Agnes looked up at Mrs. Mittens" title="Agnes looked up at Mrs. Mittens" />
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">agnes looked up at mrs. mittens</span> (<a href="#Page_035"><i>p</i>. 35</a>).</p>
+</div>
+
+<p>So Agnes lay
+down very contentedly.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, how I
+shall enjoy this
+place!" she said
+to herself. "How
+I shall love it!&mdash;my
+own father's
+home, where he
+played as a child.
+Perhaps he lay
+on this sofa, just
+like me, and
+looked across the
+beautiful park,
+smelt the flowers,
+heard the birds
+sing. If he knew I was here now, how happy he
+would be!" So Agnes mused aloud, resting in the
+warm summer sunshine. Her thoughts flew back
+to the dreary London lodging where her whole
+short life had been passed; her heart swelled as she
+thought of the cares, troubles, anxieties, and bitter
+losses she had endured; and then her eyes overflowed
+with gratitude at finding such kind friends
+and such a beautiful home. At last, weary with
+her journey, she fell asleep.</p>
+
+<p>After a while the sound of voices roused her,
+and in a bewildered kind of way she looked round.</p>
+
+<p>"I say she's an ugly, miserable-looking little
+thing. I shouldn't think it worth my while to sketch
+her!" one voice said, contemptuously. "If she had
+been pretty, now, she would have made a splendid
+Sleeping Beauty!"</p>
+
+<p>"She looks pale and ill, poor mite, and tired too;
+but she's not ugly," another voice said decidedly.
+"She might not make a nice picture, but she looks
+pleasant enough
+curled up there.
+Come on away;
+don't let us wake
+her."</p>
+
+<p>"I am awake,"
+said Agnes, sitting
+up, her
+cheeks flushed,
+her eyes full of
+tears, but no one
+answered. The
+boys, who had
+been looking in
+at the window
+of the housekeeper's
+room,
+had turned into
+the shrubbery,
+and Agnes felt
+as if she had
+been guilty of a
+very mean, unworthy
+action in
+listening, even
+involuntarily, to
+a conversation
+not intended for
+her ears. Her
+cousins, too, she
+felt quite sure,
+would be exceedingly
+cross if
+they knew she
+had overheard
+them; and yet
+she said to herself&mdash;"I was only half awake.
+I did not want to listen, and I could not help
+it." It would not mend matters in the least to
+tell them that she had overheard their criticism,
+so she resolved to be silent, but when Mrs.
+Mittens came, a little later, to conduct her to
+the dining-room, she was very shy and nervous.
+As she took her place, she looked at the boys
+wistfully, wondering which of them thought her
+"ugly," and which thought her pleasant enough to
+look at curled up on the sofa. Secretly, she hoped
+that Eddie was her champion, but before the
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_037" id="Page_037">[Pg 37]</a></span>
+dinner was over it was easy enough to see that
+Bertie was going to be the shy little girl's friend,
+for Eddie scarcely condescended to look at her,
+much less speak to her, during the meal, while
+Bertie rattled on merrily, telling her of all their
+favourite amusements and walks, and promising to
+show her all his treasures and lend her his storybooks.
+Still, though Bertie was kind, and Eddie
+cold and silent, Agnes thought her elder cousin
+was far handsomer and cleverer than his brother.
+Perhaps he would be an artist, like Uncle Clair;
+and when he knew that she too could use her pencil
+a little, and loved pictures a great deal, he might be
+kinder to her.</p>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<h4>CHAPTER III.&mdash;AN UNEXPECTED GUEST.</h4>
+
+<p><span class="dropcap091"><span class="dropcap">T</span></span><span class="smcap">hree</span> months passed away, and Agnes
+Rivers was feeling quite at home in her
+uncle's house. She had lost much of
+her nervous shyness, but except with
+Mrs. Mittens she was very quiet and reserved.
+She was a little afraid of her uncle, as were the
+whole family; a little in awe of Eddie too, who
+was still somewhat stately and grand in his
+manner; and she always had an uncomfortable
+sort of feeling that Bertie was kind to her just
+because she was little and weak, and his cousin.</p>
+
+<p>But on the whole she was happy and contented.
+She ran about the park and gardens all the morning,
+did no lessons whatever, and amused herself
+sketching all the pretty bits of scenery, huge trees
+on the lawn, or Mrs. Mittens' dog and cat, called
+Punch and Judy, who lived the most useless,
+indolent, amiable life imaginable in the housekeeper's
+room. She could hit off likenesses, too,
+in quite a startling way, and Eddie said he would
+give her some lessons in painting if she wished.
+Agnes was enthusiastic in her thanks for what
+was, after all, but a trifling service, and while
+the lessons lasted Bertie was rather glum, as he
+had to ramble about alone, and amuse himself as
+best he could. But Eddie very soon grew tired of
+a pupil who after three lessons far excelled the
+teacher, and as a change, proposed teaching her
+German. Agnes consented, as she would have
+done to any plan or project of Eddie's. But that
+course of instruction also came to an untimely end;
+perhaps Agnes was a little dull, certainly Eddie
+was impatient. And then Bertie had his turn: he
+taught his cousin how to play chess, to spin tops,
+play cricket (theoretically), regretting every minute
+that she was not big and strong like Lillie Mayson,
+the doctor's daughter&mdash;the doctor who kept the
+grammar-school, not the one who came to see
+them when they were ill.</p>
+
+<p>Once or twice Mrs. Mittens suggested to the
+master that some one should come and teach Miss
+Agnes, saying that the child was left too much
+alone during the day, as the boys went to school
+every morning. But Mr. Rivers shook his head
+impatiently. "Leave the child alone; let her eat
+and sleep and run wild till she's stronger. She
+ought not to be dull in Riversdale."</p>
+
+<p>Nor was she. How could any one with a deep
+instinctive love of Nature be dull, or lonely, or sad
+with a beautiful park to wander in? who with an
+observant eye could walk through the shady lanes
+or ramble in the woods without seeing objects of
+interest and admiration at every step?</p>
+
+<p>"How good of God to not only give us flowers,
+but eyes to see their beauty and hearts to love
+them," the child said solemnly one day. "What
+would the world be if there were not any flowers?"</p>
+
+<p>Bertie, who chanced to overhear her soliloquy,
+remarked that he thought they could get on better
+without flowers than trees, vegetables, or even
+animals; "because, we cannot eat flowers, can we?"</p>
+
+<p>"But if you had read a little about the subject,
+Bertie," Agnes replied, "you would learn that we
+could have neither trees nor vegetables nor fruit
+if we had not flowers first. But it's those dear
+little wild things that seem to grow here just to
+make us happy that I love best. I prefer painting
+flowers to anything."</p>
+
+<p>"I don't; great artists never trouble about
+flowers," Eddie said, joining them. "When I grow
+up, I'll paint splendid figures and grand scenes,
+like the 'Raising of Lazarus,' or the 'Descent from
+the Cross': those are the kind of pictures great men
+love to paint and the world to look at."</p>
+
+<p>"But Uncle Clair says people can't paint like
+the old masters now, and that no one would buy
+their pictures if they did," Agnes replied.</p>
+
+<p>"I wish some of you would paint up this mask
+for me like a North American Indian," Bertie
+interrupted, pulling a hideous pasteboard face from
+his pocket. "Will you, Eddie? If I attempt to put
+on the war-paint, I shall make a mess of it." But
+Eddie indignantly refused to lend his talent to such
+base uses, and Agnes declared she would paint the
+face with pleasure, only she had not the least idea
+what an Indian was like. That was an unforeseen
+difficulty, but Bertie suggested their looking in the
+library for a book with pictures, and copying one.</p>
+
+<p>As they approached the house, they were all
+surprised to see Dr. Bird's carriage at the door.
+"Some one must be ill, surely&mdash;I hope it's not papa,"
+Eddie cried, hurrying on in advance, Bertie and
+Agnes following. "He seemed quite well this
+morning. Oh! there's Lawyer Hurst's gig&mdash;what
+can he want? Johnson," to a servant standing at
+the door, "whatever is the matter? Is papa ill?"</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_038" id="Page_038">[Pg 38]</a></span>
+"It's nothing, my dears&mdash;that is, nothing to be
+frightened about," Mrs. Mittens said, as the boys,
+both startled-looking, rushed into the dining-room.
+"Your papa had a turn this morning, and I thought
+it as well to send for Doctor Bird."</p>
+
+<p>"But why is Mr. Hurst here?" Eddie asked.</p>
+
+<p>"I don't know, dearie. I think he just called by
+accident, or about some ordinary business."</p>
+
+<p>"Has papa asked for us&mdash;for me?"</p>
+
+<p>"No, Master Edward. Now, don't look so
+scared; there's nothing the matter, only, as I said,
+he got a turn. I think it was something in the paper,
+for when I went in with his beef-tea, he had it in
+his hand, and looked quite sad and white. I hoped
+he was not feeling bad, and he said 'No, no,
+Mittens. Put that down and leave me'; then when I
+was at the door, he called out, 'Mittens, set the
+house in order. I'm going on a journey; see to it
+without delay!' That's every word, Master Edward;
+but knowing as the master has not been anywhere
+for so long, and seeing him look pale and troubled
+like, I just took the liberty of sending a line to
+Doctor Bird, asking him to look in quite in a
+friendly way. He came at once, and he's with the
+master now. I left the room as you came in, and
+the doctor said, 'Your master is no worse&mdash;rather
+better, I think.' So <i>now</i>, my dears, will you sit
+down to dinner?"</p>
+
+<p>Bertie's answer was practical compliance; Eddie
+stood for a few minutes at the window, wondering
+if it were the death of another estranged relative
+that had affected his father; then he, too, took his
+place, and ate his dinner in silence. Presently the
+doctor's carriage drove away, and both boys felt
+less anxious; but to Agnes there was something
+terrible in the unusual hush of the house: it seemed
+as if the servants moved about more noiselessly
+than at other times, and spoke in hushed whispers.
+Eddie went to the library, and Bertie went out
+immediately after dinner, and, left to herself, Agnes
+curled herself up in an easy chair in the dining-room
+with a book, and after reading for an hour,
+she fell asleep. It was dusk when she was roused
+by the sudden ringing of bells and the hurrying of
+feet across the passage leading to Mr. Rivers'
+apartments. For a few minutes she sat quite still,
+pale, frightened, scarcely daring to breathe; then
+she opened the door and peeped out timidly, but no
+one took the least notice of her. Mrs. Mittens
+crossed the hall hurriedly, looking very pale and
+anxious; there were strange voices too, somewhere.
+One, Agnes thought, seemed loud and angry. Then
+she hurried back to the dining-room and shut the
+door, pressing both her hands on her heart to stop
+its beating. Something dreadful was happening,
+she felt sure, but in that household she was quite
+alone and forgotten; no one thought of her at all.</p>
+
+<p>The quiet, glorious autumn night closed in;
+still Agnes sat silent and solitary, hoping the best,
+fearing the worst. It was quite eleven o'clock
+when the dining-room door was opened softly, and
+a fair troubled face peered in. It was Bertie. He
+alone had thought of her, even in his own great
+sorrow&mdash;and Bertie was impulsive and passionate,
+and felt things deeply. He remembered the poor
+lonely little girl, and asked Prudence Briggs if his
+cousin had gone to bed. The girl started guiltily;
+she had seen nothing of Miss Agnes all the evening;
+so Bertie began a hunt over the house for her,
+and found her at last in the dining-room alone.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, Agnes! what shall we do? Poor papa!"
+he cried, bursting into tears; and she clung to him,
+weeping too, but trying to comfort him, and then
+brokenly he told her all that had happened. At
+five o'clock Mr. Rivers became suddenly worse.
+The doctor had stayed with him, and only sent
+home his carriage, and when he saw the change he
+sent for the boys at once. Eddie was in the
+library, Bertie was out in the grounds. "But it
+was all the same," the lad added, brokenly; "he
+was quite unconscious when Eddie reached the
+room. I was there half an hour after, but he never
+spoke, and now it's all over! Oh, Agnes! what
+shall we do? I can't believe papa is dead!"</p>
+
+<p>"Telegraph for Aunt Amy and Uncle Clair,"
+she replied, with the promptness of a person used
+to act in an emergency; and then Bertie, who had
+never thought of that, rushed off to the library to
+suggest it to his brother, who seemed quite dazed
+by the sudden calamity, while Mrs. Mittens entered
+the dining-room also in search of Agnes.</p>
+
+<p>"It's all over, dearie; the master meant to go on
+a journey; instead, an unexpected guest came to
+him. I'm all dazed and scared like, and can hardly
+realise it yet; and would you believe it? four gentlemen
+came from London this evening to see your
+uncle, and not one of them would believe he was
+'gone' till they saw him lying there so still and
+restful, and one of them now acts just as if he was
+master of this house, so I suppose he must be
+Master Edward's guardian. But I do wish there
+was some one here to manage things!"</p>
+
+<p>"Send for Aunt Amy," Agnes suggested again;
+and the housekeeper seized the idea gladly.</p>
+
+<p>"That I will, dearie, and for Mr. Gregory too, first
+thing to-morrow morning. Surely, child, you have
+an old head on young shoulders! Now come and
+help me to comfort the poor darling boys. Ah!
+Miss Agnes, you are all orphans together now; and
+I how things are going to end is more than I know!"</p>
+
+<p class="center">(<i>To be continued.</i>)</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_039" id="Page_039">[Pg 39]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="Some_Famous_Railway_Trains_And_Their_Story" id="Some_Famous_Railway_Trains_And_Their_Story"></a>About Some Famous Railway Trains.</h2>
+
+<h4>SOME FAMOUS RAILWAY TRAINS AND THEIR STORY.</h4>
+
+<h4><i>By</i> <span class="smcap">Henry Frith</span>.</h4>
+
+<h4>I.&mdash;THE "FLYING DUTCHMAN."</h4>
+
+<p><span class="dropcap096"><span class="dropcap">W</span></span><br /><span class="smcap">here</span> to, sir?" said
+the cab-driver, touching
+his hat.</p>
+
+<p>"Great Western,
+please, Paddington,"
+we replied, and in a
+moment the trap of the
+hansom was shut, and
+we were bowling along
+Piccadilly.</p>
+
+<p>A civil porter received
+us at Paddington
+Station, and took
+our luggage for Swindon.
+We are going
+no farther to-day,
+because we want to
+see the "Flying Dutchman,"
+not only "flying,"
+but at rest. So first we secure a seat and
+then walk down the platform. We have some
+minutes to spare; the clock points to 11.38; we
+must start at 11.45 by the Great Western express,
+the "Dutchman," as it is familiarly called, after
+that mysterious sailor who came and went with
+such alarming celerity.</p>
+
+<p>Here we are then, the summer holidays before
+us; and perhaps many of the readers of <span class="smcap">Little
+Folks</span> will be travelling by the "Flying (railway)
+Dutchman," by the time these lines are before
+them. Come with me and look at our big "iron
+horse," which will pull us to Swindon at the
+average speed of fifty-three miles an hour, which
+means at times the fine rate of sixty miles an hour.</p>
+
+<p>Our "Dutchman's" engine on this occasion is
+named "Crimea," and a fine fellow he is. This
+engine has eight wheels; two immense "driving
+wheels" eight feet high, more than twenty-four feet
+round, so each time that wheel revolves we travel
+(say) twenty-five feet, and when we are in full
+swing we shall go about <i>thirty yards a second!</i>
+The 11.45 down train from Paddington, and the
+corresponding up train from Exeter, are the two
+"Flying Dutchmen." There are two other trains
+which run equally fast, up and down in the afternoon.
+These are the "Zulu" trains, for they were
+started as expresses at the time the Prince Imperial
+was killed in Zululand.</p>
+
+<p>The great engine waits at the end of the platform,
+and as we are good little people&mdash;like the
+fairies&mdash;we will jump up on the foot-plate of the
+"Crimea" locomotive, and no one will notice us.
+Give me your hand&mdash;there. Now you are standing
+on the foot-plate; the engine-tender, full of water
+and topped with coal, is behind you, the great high
+boiler with the furnace is in front. That long
+handle which comes from the middle of the boiler
+on a level with your little head is the regulator,
+which when pulled out lets the steam into the
+cylinders, and it then moves the pistons and rods,
+and they move the big eight-feet wheels. Perhaps,
+when we reach Swindon workshops, we shall go
+underneath an engine and see the machinery.</p>
+
+<p>"What is that other handle?" you say. That
+is "the lever." It is at the side next the engine-driver,
+you see, and he can pull it back so as to save
+his steam, and not use too much; he "expands"
+it and makes a little keep the train going after it
+has once got into its pace. There are the steam
+and water "gauges," to tell the "driver" and fireman
+when the steam is at proper pressure, and when the
+water is high enough in the boiler. The steam
+gauge is like a clock, or an Aneroid barometer,
+right before the driver. Those other handles near
+it are the whistle-handles. One whistle is small,
+and very shrill, to warn people on the line, and to
+tell people the train is coming. The other is a
+deep-toned booming whistle which tells of danger
+perhaps, and when blown means "Stop the train,
+there is obstruction in front."</p>
+
+<p>"Crimea" is now ready. The engine-driver
+pulls open the regulator, and we glide back and
+are attached to the train. We have air-breaks
+worked on the engine, vacuum-breaks which can
+pull us up quickly, and when all the connections
+are made the "Flying Dutchman" is ready; he
+is harnessed to his eight coaches full of people&mdash;the
+solemn and sorry; the glad and the cheerful;
+and boys and girls, going on all sorts of errands.</p>
+
+<p>"Right!" says the station-superintendent.</p>
+
+<p>The clock over the platform is exactly 11.45
+a.m. The fireman, who is looking on, says "Right,
+Tom," the guard whistles, then the driver touches
+the small whistle-handle in front; a shrill scream
+rouses the many sleeping echoes in the roof, where
+they had got to be out of the way perhaps, and the
+engine-driver opens the regulator valve&mdash;"Crimea"
+fizzes a little in front of the cylinders. Off we go!</p>
+
+<p>"Puff-puff," slowly at first, in a solemn and
+majestic manner. We cannot expect such big
+wheels to hurry themselves. Under the bridge,
+puffing a little more quickly, then we rattle through
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_040" id="Page_040">[Pg 40]</a></span>
+Westbourne Park and by Wormwood Scrubs.
+Puff-puffing much more quickly now, but not quite
+so loudly, as the driver has pulled the lever back
+and the steam goes up with less force through the
+chimney: working quietly. Away, away, on our
+iron steed through Ealing and Hanwell&mdash;across
+the viaduct over the River Brent, which runs to
+Brentford&mdash;past the pretty church and the dull
+lunatic asylum, and so on to Slough, which is
+passed in twenty-three minutes after quitting
+Paddington. Then we reach Taplow, and have
+just fifty-five miles to do within the hour. "Crimea"
+rushes across the Thames below Maidenhead, with
+a parting roar, but we shall meet the river again
+soon, and run alongside it, by picturesque Pangbourne,
+Goring, and Moulsford.</p>
+
+<p>Are we stopping? No, we are only just slackening
+for Reading. But we cannot wait. The
+"Flying Dutchman" has only done about thirty-six
+of his seventy-seven miles; he has been forty-two
+minutes already, and has got forty-five minutes left
+to reach Swindon. A long shriek, and Reading is
+behind us; then the river flashes out between the
+trees.</p>
+
+<p>Hurrah! Hurrah! Didcot with its Banbury
+cakes and tumble-down station is passed. Hurrah
+for the "Flying Dutchman," running easily and
+smoothly, sixty miles an hour, well within himself.
+He is not tired, he does not pant or whistle, he goes
+calmly, swiftly along.... Here is Swindon&mdash;what
+o'clock is it? Look! Twelve minutes past
+one! "Crimea" is punctual to the minute. Well
+done, "Dutchman!"</p>
+
+<p>Good-bye, "Crimea," we are going to see your
+friends in the shops; we are going to hear some
+anecdotes of your powers, and your friends' speedy
+runs or adventures. We are going to be introduced
+to "Lightning," "Inkerman," and the "Morning
+Star," the first engine made for the railway by
+George Stephenson.</p>
+
+<p>At the works we are courteously received and
+conducted to the various shops devoted to the
+manufacture of the engines and carriages&mdash;the
+wheels, whistles, rails, cranks, and cylinders, and
+everything else connected with the rolling-stock,
+which brings in money to the shareholders, and
+proves that if "a rolling stone gathers no moss,"
+rolling-stock does in plenty. Here we find young
+gentlemen who are pupils and apprentices at work
+learning mechanical engineering, and how to make
+the future "Flying Dutchmen" and "Zulus."</p>
+
+<p>We see the old "nine feet" Bristol and Exeter
+engines, and are told how one once went off the
+line with the "Dutchman" long ago; but it was
+a trifling accident. Our "Dutchman," though he
+flies, is pretty safe; and runs free from accident.
+We see an engine whose boiler burst the other
+day, but fortunately hurt no one much. This
+engine looks very much ashamed of itself in the
+shed, and has had to submit to a severe operation
+to put it right again, which, perhaps, will be a
+lesson to it in future.</p>
+
+<p>Then we go under the engines and see the
+machinery, which works so easily; and then we
+sit down, and ask the driver whether any adventures
+have happened with the "Flying Dutchman."</p>
+
+<p>"Nothing particular; but I can tell you a story
+about the railway which will amuse you. It
+happened several years ago&mdash;but I won't tell you
+where exactly, sir."</p>
+
+<p>"Let us hear the tale," we said.</p>
+
+<p>"It was in my father's time, before I was a
+driver, that it happened. An aunt of mine&mdash;a
+youngish woman then&mdash;was travelling by the
+G. W. R. ('Great Way Round' they used to
+call us), when a young man entered the carriage,
+where she was sitting alone, and asked where the
+train stopped first. This was (say) at Paddington.
+My aunt said 'Reading' was the first station, and
+the train immediately started.</p>
+
+<p>"'Excuse me, ma'am,' said the gentleman; 'but
+will you oblige me by cutting my hair a little.'</p>
+
+<p>"My aunt thought the man was mad, but being
+alarmed by his manner, consented.</p>
+
+<p>"Then the young man changed his coat, his
+collar, his waistcoat, and tie. He put on a pair of
+spectacles, and when my aunt dared to look at
+him he was for all the world like a clergyman&mdash;an
+elderly gentleman in spectacles!</p>
+
+<p>"'Now,' said he; 'you must promise to be
+quiet, and never contradict me. If you do you
+will rue it.' So my aunt&mdash;she was young then&mdash;promised,
+and before they reached Reading the
+train was stopped. A guard and a constable came
+up, and looked into every carriage.</p>
+
+<p>"'Have you the tickets, dear?' said the man to
+my aunt.</p>
+
+<p>"'All right, sir,' said the guard. 'We don't
+want to disturb you at all. We are looking for
+some one else.'</p>
+
+<p>"The train went on, but the 'old' clergyman, as
+he seemed, left the train at Reading. He had
+committed forgery, but by disguising himself, escaped.
+'Clever rogue,' was he not?"</p>
+
+<p>By the time we had heard this tale we were at
+Swindon Station again waiting for the "Zulu,"
+for we are bound for Bath and Bristol. Here it
+comes just as the other train came, very punctually.
+We take a farewell of our friend, and as we
+pass the shops on our way, we jot down in our
+note-book what we have seen, and some of our
+pleasant experiences of the "Flying Dutchman."</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_041" id="Page_041">[Pg 41]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="Mornings_At_The_Zoo" id="Mornings_At_The_Zoo"></a>Mornings at the Zoo.</h2>
+
+<h4>MORNINGS AT THE ZOO.</h4>
+
+<h4>VI.&mdash;THE STORK FAMILY.</h4>
+
+<p><span class="dropcap100"><span class="dropcap">W</span></span><span class="smcap">hatever</span>
+they may be in their native countries, the Storks at the Zoological Gardens, London,
+are lone and melancholy birds. They seem to take their pleasure sadly&mdash;as was once said of
+the English folk&mdash;but they look so much like very wise and profound philosophers that
+perhaps they view life gravely because they have themselves realised in their own experience
+how serious a matter it is. In the Gardens they appear to lead a hermit's existence. They are treated
+with severe neglect by the bulk of the visitors, though possibly they consider the respect of an
+occasional distinguished Royal Academician of greater value than the homage of an indifferent
+multitude.</p>
+
+<p>Yet in other lands than ours the Stork family is held in high honour. In many parts of the
+Continent they are encouraged to build their nests in chimneys, steeples, and trees
+near dwellings. Indeed, as an inducement to them to pitch their quarters on the
+houses, boxes are sometimes erected on the roofs, and happy is the household
+which thus secures the patronage of a stork. Some of the people among whom
+they sojourn during the warm summer days regard the presence of the bird
+as a kind of safeguard against fire. And as an illustration of their love for
+their young, a story is told of a stork which, rather than desert its helpless
+offspring during a conflagration in Delft, in Holland, remained heroically
+by their side and perished with them in the flames.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 424px;">
+<img src="images/i100.jpg" width="424" height="500" alt="Illustration" title="Illustration" />
+</div>
+
+<p>In Morocco and in Eastern countries also storks are looked upon
+as sacred birds. And with good reason, for they render very
+useful service both as scavengers and as slayers of snakes and
+other reptiles. In most of the towns a storks' hospital
+will be found. It consists of an enclosure to
+which are sent all birds that have been
+injured. They are kept in this infirmary&mdash;which
+is generally supported by
+voluntary contributions&mdash;until
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_042" id="Page_042">[Pg 42]</a></span>
+they have regained health and strength. To kill
+a stork is regarded as an offence. In Sweden also
+the stork is held as holy, there being a legend in
+that country to the effect that this bird flew around
+the cross of Christ, crying "Styrka!" "Styrka!"
+("Strengthen!" "Strengthen!") But, as Dr.
+Brewer points out, this tradition clashes with fact,
+inasmuch as stork's have no voice. For the valuable
+offices which they perform in the removal of
+garbage they are, in some countries, protected by
+law. At one time the White Stork was a pretty
+common bird in England, where it helped the
+farmers by clearing the soil of noxious insects. It
+disappeared, however, partly because it was subjected
+to a good deal of persecution, but mainly
+because an improved method of agriculture took
+away its occupation.</p>
+
+<p>In India the stork's cousin is called the Adjutant,
+and a very appropriate name it is. It is a familiar
+figure in most of the towns and villages where its
+scavenging is of the greatest use. But the adjutant
+is not endowed with so much wisdom as we should
+naturally expect such a serviceable bird to possess.
+The following notes about an adjutant's curious
+ways have been sent to the Editor of <span class="smcap">Little Folks</span>
+by a lady in Calcutta, and will be read with interest.</p>
+
+<p>"When the rainy season comes in Calcutta, the
+adjutants are soon seen resting on one leg on the
+house-tops, kneeling in all kinds of funny places,
+or stalking very grandly through the wet grass.
+Sometimes in the dim lamp-light they look as they
+stand about on the edge of the flat roofs like stiff,
+badly-arranged ornaments, and sometimes ten or
+twelve settle on some tree, when it seems as if
+their heavy bodies must weigh it down.</p>
+
+<p>"They do not often come in numbers into the
+gardens of houses or the outskirts of the town, but
+one was a very faithful visitor for a little while in
+the neighbourhood of a house which was not at all
+central. This house has a garden or compound, as
+Indians would say, which is connected by a gate
+with a large square containing a large tank. There
+are many of these tanks, in appearance like ponds
+or reservoirs at home, about Calcutta and the
+neighbourhood. The natives fetch water to drink
+from all, and in some they bathe and wash clothes.
+The tank now to be described is enclosed by a
+wall with gates to the main road and into the
+compounds of houses which come up to it. Round
+the tank is a broad gravel-walk, and on either side
+the walk grows long rank grass. Frogs abound in
+this grass, and crickets come out of holes in the
+ground, and make a terrible whistling at night.
+For some time no adjutants appeared in this tank
+square to feast on the rich supply of frogs; but at
+last one day an adjutant was seen walking down
+the grass. With self-important step and craning
+his long neck forward, he came slowly on, hurrying
+a little when some frightened frog foolishly made a
+hop out of his way. At last he reached a gate
+leading into one of the private compounds, and
+there he paused. What he saw inside no one can
+guess, as the grass is kept short; and except
+in one corner far, far away from the gate, there
+were not half the fine fat frogs that Mr. Adjutant
+might have found on his own side of the gate.
+Whatever he saw, certainly the bird longed to
+get through. He poked his head through the
+bars as far as he could on one side, took two steps
+to the other and tried that, back again to the
+first, and so on, till that foolish, foolish bird had
+walked twenty times to and fro. Then he went off
+in a huff, and stood on one leg near the tank till
+dark, when it is to be hoped he recovered his
+temper. About the same hour next day back came
+the adjutant to repeat his yesterday's performance,
+except that he walked slowly round the tank instead
+of standing on one leg when he found it a failure.
+Perhaps he was thinking the thing over. He did
+not think to much purpose, for day after day for
+more than a week back came the adjutant to walk
+like a soldier on duty up and down, up and down,
+poking his head through the bars each time. Sometimes
+he did it a score of times, sometimes only
+two or three. After ten days he disappeared.
+Where is he? Has he gone to find a blacksmith
+among the adjutants? or have his brother
+adjutants had him shut up till he has sense to know
+the best way for a bird with wings is, not to try to
+get through narrow bars, but to fly over the top?"</p>
+
+<p>Unlike its white cousin, the Black Stork rather
+avoids the society of man, frequenting solitary
+places and building its nest on the very top of the
+very tallest trees. It is really, however, not an
+unamiable bird, as was proved by Colonel Montagu
+in the case of one which he managed to
+catch by means of a slight wound in the wing, and
+which lived with him for upwards of a year. It
+used to follow its feeder about, and displayed a
+most inoffensive disposition. With other birds it
+was on terms, of peace, and goodwill, never threatening
+them with its big, strong bill. An excellent
+angler, its skill in capture was seen to greatest
+advantage when it had to encounter an unusually
+slippery eel.</p>
+
+<p>Canon Tristram observed black storks among
+the shallows of the Dead Sea, to which their prey
+was brought down by tributary streams. Surely
+no picture more suggestive of utter solitude could
+be imagined than this of the black storks, lovers
+of loneliness, fishing on the silent shores of the
+Dead Sea.</p>
+
+<p class="right"><span class="smcap">James A. Manson</span>.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_043" id="Page_043">[Pg 43]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="The_Childrens_Own_Garden_In_July" id="The_Childrens_Own_Garden_In_July"></a>The Children's Own Garden.</h2>
+
+<h4>THE CHILDREN'S OWN GARDEN IN JULY.</h4>
+
+<p><span class="dropcap104"><span class="dropcap">J</span></span><br /><span class="smcap">uly</span> being generally
+the hottest month
+of the year, plenty
+of water is an important
+thing in
+connection with
+Gardening, and as
+we have previously
+recommended, apply
+it right and
+left, to shrubs,
+grass, trees, flowers,
+and walks. It is
+most important for
+the leaves and
+stems of plants to
+be perfectly free
+from dust and dirt, as this is one of the very
+first steps to securing a strong, healthy, and
+vigorous growth. A writer once described the
+pleasure in dry weather of attaching a hose to a
+main and sending a stream of water over and on to
+the tops of the young trees and shrubs as well
+worth &pound;100 a year to any lover of Nature. A great
+drawback to town gardens, or gardens situated
+near crowded thoroughfares, is that the plants there
+grown are almost invariably smothered with dust:
+under such circumstances successful gardening
+becomes simply a matter of impossibility, as hardly
+any plants will thrive, or even live, under such
+conditions. A proper site is, therefore, a matter of
+primary importance.</p>
+
+<p class="center mono">*&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;*<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;*&nbsp;&nbsp;</p>
+
+<p>There is, however, plenty of work, other than
+watering, to be done this month. Seed of a great
+number of plants should now be saved and carefully
+placed in dry cool places until the time arrives for
+sowing them. Cuttings of a multitude of perennials
+ought now to be secured and immediately planted:
+those of such important plants as chrysanthemums,
+pansies, snapdragons, stocks, and wallflowers, in
+particular; divisions of auriculas and polyanthuses
+may now be made. If a cold frame be available,
+utilise the same by keeping cuttings of the very
+hardy sorts in it until they have thoroughly rooted,
+and transfer them to the open border. Less hardy
+plants will need a protection of some sort through
+the winter, and few things are more suitable for
+such a purpose than a frost-proof frame, where air
+can be plentifully given every time the state of the
+weather admits.</p>
+
+<p class="center mono">*&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;*<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;*&nbsp;&nbsp;</p>
+
+<p>Dahlias will be now coming into full glory, and
+as the first three or four flowers are usually worthless,
+cut them off before they fully expand. Hollyhocks
+may now be frequently supplied with liquid
+manure. Rose-trees will require looking after:
+give them plenty of rich food, and, when the
+"perpetual" flowering section has done blooming,
+cut back each shoot to about two or three buds
+from its base. Small pieces of grass will periodically
+need mowing, and this ought to be done with
+a proper mowing-machine, as a pair of shears
+invariably causes an irregular and jagged after-growth.
+All unsightly vegetation, such as dead
+leaves or flowers, dried up stems, &amp;c., must be
+promptly removed; weeds ought not to be allowed
+to grow a second pair of leaves&mdash;much less to
+flower&mdash;before being exterminated. Trailing and
+climbing plants, especially roses, will need careful
+attention, and keeping within bounds: straggly or
+weakly shoots must be at once cut away.</p>
+
+<p class="center mono">*&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;*<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;*&nbsp;&nbsp;</p>
+
+<p>The most important requirement just now in
+the kitchen-garden is water: during hot weather
+completely saturate the ground with it. July is not
+a very brisk month in the Children's Kitchen-garden;
+however, seeds of such useful salads as lettuce
+and radish may still be sown; and a few dwarf
+French beans can be put in if there is sufficient
+room. By sowing a small quantity of the early
+sorts of peas, it is just possible to obtain a fair crop,
+and particularly so if the autumn holds fine.</p>
+
+<p class="center mono">*&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;*<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;*&nbsp;&nbsp;</p>
+
+<p>It may not be amiss to make a few remarks as
+regards gathering fruit, flowers, and vegetables, as
+this is a much more important matter than is
+usually thought. In gathering such salads as cress
+or mustard, and fruit of every sort, an absolute
+rule is to exercise the utmost care; and such "telltales"
+as broken branches, mutilated stems, and
+salads&mdash;cress, for example&mdash;entirely up-rooted, will
+at once proclaim a slovenly method of gardening.
+This, above all things, must be avoided. Skilful
+gardeners, whether amateur or professional, will
+sever a flower with so much care that its parent
+plant will scarcely be seen to shake whilst undergoing
+the operation. In gathering peas, most
+people tug and pull at these as if anxious to see
+how much strength the pods <i>can</i> possibly bear.
+In this instance, as in others where the same carelessness
+is employed, the plants get severely disturbed,
+and a consequent short crop is put down
+to the score of bad seed. Neatness, order, and
+care are principles of great moment in Gardening.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_044" id="Page_044">[Pg 44]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="A_Summer_Hour" id="A_Summer_Hour"></a>A SUMMER HOUR.</h2>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 346px;">
+<img src="images/i106.jpg" width="346" height="500" alt="Illustration: 'Tis here the children love to come" title="'Tis here the children love to come" />
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">'tis here the children love to come</span> (<a href="#Page_045"><i>p.</i> 45</a>).</p>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="figleft1" style="width: 45px;">
+<img src="images/p0048.jpg" width="45" height="65" alt="A" title="A" />
+</div>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">wide</span> expanse of yellow sand,<br />
+<span class="two">A breeze so fresh and free,</span><br />
+Which, gently rippling, scarcely wakes<br />
+<span class="two">The calm and tranquil sea.</span><br />
+<br />
+Beneath the clear and shining wave<br />
+<span class="two">Bright shells and sea-weeds lie,</span><br />
+Reflecting all the golden light<br />
+<span class="two">Of the sweet summer sky.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_045" id="Page_045">[Pg 45]</a></span>
+And many a crystal pool is there,<br />
+<span class="two">Where hermits lurk below,</span><br />
+And restless shrimps in coat of mail<br />
+<span class="two">Flash swiftly to and fro.</span><br />
+<br />
+A noon-day hush is over all,<br />
+<span class="two">Unbroken by a sound;</span><br />
+Till ... sudden peals of baby mirth<br />
+<span class="two">Wake all the echoes round.</span><br />
+<br />
+'Tis here the children love to come,<br />
+<span class="two">On the bright sand to lie,</span><br />
+Or in the gleaming water hold<br />
+<span class="two">Their mimic revelry.</span><br />
+<br />
+Oh, happy hearts! those gladsome day<br />
+<span class="two">Upon the golden shore</span><br />
+Will linger on in memory still,<br />
+<span class="two">A joy for evermore.</span><br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="right smcap">D. B. McKean.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+
+<h3><a name="Little_Margarets_Kitchen" id="Little_Margarets_Kitchen"></a>LITTLE MARGARET'S KITCHEN, AND WHAT SHE DID IN IT.&mdash;VII.</h3>
+
+<h4><i>By <span class="smcap">Phillis Browne</span>, Author of "A Year's Cookery," "What Girls can Do," &amp;c.</i></h4>
+
+<p><span class="dropcap108"><span class="dropcap">"I</span></span><br /> <span class="smcap">should</span> like my little pupils to learn to roast
+meat to-day," said Mrs. Herbert, as she entered
+the kitchen where the children were
+waiting for her.</p>
+
+<p>"You will let it be beef, though, won't you?"
+said Margaret. "If we have to cook meat we
+might as well cook the best kind of meat there is."</p>
+
+<p>"You consider beef the best kind of meat then,
+do you?" said Mrs. Herbert.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, yes! I should think every one does.
+Father says there is nothing like the roast beef of
+old England."</p>
+
+<p>"English people generally like roast beef, I
+know," said Mrs. Herbert. "Indeed, they have
+been so accustomed to take pains with it, that now
+it is often said that English cooks roast well, if
+they do nothing else well."</p>
+
+<p>"It seems to me that there is nothing to do in
+roasting meat," said Margaret. "The fire does all
+the work; we put the meat down to the fire, and in
+a little time we take it up, and it is done."</p>
+
+<p>"But the right kind of fire for roasting is not always
+made up in any kitchen," said Mrs. Herbert.
+"The first thing which the cook who intends to
+roast has to see after is the fire; and she ought to
+make it ready quite an hour before she puts the
+meat down."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh dear, what a trouble!" said Margaret.</p>
+
+<p>"Please, ma'am, I know how to make up a fire
+for roasting," said Mary. "I have done it many a
+time for my aunt."</p>
+
+<p>"Then tell us what you know about it," said
+Mrs. Herbert.</p>
+
+<p>"The fire must be a good size, larger than the
+meat which is to be roasted before it. The cinders
+and dust must be cleared thoroughly away from
+the bottom of the range, the live hot coals must be
+pushed to the front, and the space at the back
+which is made empty must be filled up with
+knobbly pieces of coal packed closely together,
+though not so closely that the air cannot get
+through. The hearth must be swept up tidily, and
+the cinders, mixed with a little damped coal-dust,
+must be put at the back on the knobbly pieces of
+coal, and that is all."</p>
+
+<p>"Very good indeed, Mary," said Mrs. Herbert,
+"you evidently know all about this part of the
+business."</p>
+
+<p>"But I don't see the good," said Margaret. "Why
+do we not make up the fire when we are ready for
+it? It would last all the longer."</p>
+
+<p>"Because we want to have the fire clear and
+bright, not dull and smoky. It must be kept bright
+all the time too, and it must not be allowed to get
+hollow in places. Can you tell us, Mary, what you
+are to do if the fire needs to be mended before the
+joint is finished?"</p>
+
+<p>"The live coal must be drawn to the front, ma'am,
+gently, so as not to let any cinders go into the
+dripping-tin," said Mary. "But we ought not to let
+the fire need mending; we must watch it and keep
+putting cinders and pieces of coal on to keep it up."</p>
+
+<p>"You see now, Margaret, how important it is to
+have the right kind of fire," said Mrs. Herbert.
+"Have you heard that red meat which is to be
+roasted should hang for a while before being
+cooked?"</p>
+
+<p>"At any rate I have heard people say 'This meat
+is not tender; it has not been hung long enough.'"</p>
+
+<p>"Just so. It is very important that red meats
+which are to be roasted should be left to hang till
+tender. When we have a cool airy larder, we can
+hang meat for ourselves, when there is no such larder
+the butcher will hang it for us. The time which
+the meat must hang depends upon the weather.
+In dry cold weather it may hang a long time&mdash;two
+or three weeks&mdash;but in hot weather it must be
+quickly cooked, or it will not keep. In frosty
+weather, too, it should be put in a warm kitchen for
+some hours before being roasted, or it will not be
+tender."</p>
+
+<p>"What do you mean by red meats, ma'am?"
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_046" id="Page_046">[Pg 46]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"I mean, Mary, meats red in colour when cut,
+such as beef, mutton, and game. What are called
+white meats, such as veal, lamb, and pork, will not
+keep, and they therefore have to be cooked when
+fresh. Can either of you tell me what is the first
+thing to be done when you are going to roast
+meat?"</p>
+
+<p>The little girls thought for a minute, then Mary
+said, "When we were going to boil the leg of
+mutton we weighed it, that we might know how
+long we were to let it simmer."</p>
+
+<p>"Quite right, Mary. So you must do with this
+piece of beef. Weigh it and then allow for roasting
+a quarter of an hour for every pound, and a quarter
+of an hour over. If the joint is thick and solid we
+allow twenty minutes to the pound. In fact, we
+should always have a little consultation with ourselves
+before we begin to roast, and say to ourselves,
+'Is this meat solid and thick with little bone,
+or is it thin and small?'"</p>
+
+<p>"How long must we give the sirloin of beef?"</p>
+
+<p>"A quarter of an hour to the pound and a
+quarter of an hour over. Cook is now going to put
+down the dripping-tin and screen for us. I should
+like you to watch her and then try to remember
+what is necessary. Do you notice that she puts a
+large slice of dripping into the pan first thing?"</p>
+
+<p>"What is that for?" said Margaret. "I thought
+the dripping dropped from the fat."</p>
+
+<p>"So it will in a little time, but we want some hot
+fat to baste the meat with immediately. If we put
+a slice in the tin a few minutes before the meat is
+hung on the hook, the fat will melt and be ready for
+our purpose. Never wash the meat before roasting
+it. If you do, it will not brown properly, and
+the juices will be drawn out. Some cooks are very
+particular to wash meat, and they say that it is
+dirty not to do so, for we never know by whom
+meat has been handled. For my part I never feel
+uneasy about meat which has been bought of a
+good butcher. If I had any doubt on the subject
+I should wipe it well, but not wash it."</p>
+
+<p>"The dripping is quite melted now, mother.
+Shall we hang the meat on the hook, and wind up
+the jack?" said Margaret.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, dear; wind the jack before you put the
+meat up. In hanging the meat recollect to put the
+thickest part downwards, because the heat of the
+fire will be greatest at the bottom. Be careful, too,
+to pass the hook through a secure place where
+there is little juice, for the flesh will give way with
+cooking, and if you do not provide for this your
+joint may fall into the pan. Do you recollect that
+when we were boiling meat we first plunged the meat
+into boiling water to harden the albumen on the
+outside so as to make a case to keep in the juices."</p>
+
+<p>"We cannot do that now, though," said Mary.</p>
+
+<p>"We can do something of the same sort. If we
+put the meat close to the fire and baste it with hot
+fat for a few minutes at the beginning we shall
+harden the outside. Then we may draw it back
+and roast it more slowly till done. Above all
+things, however, we must be careful to baste it
+well. Stand at one side of the fire, take the
+fat up carefully with the basting-spoon, and pour
+it over the lean part of the meat. The basting-spoon
+will not become too hot if you put it in
+a plate by the side, not in the tin. If you baste
+the meat well, it will not shrink or become dry and
+hard, it will be juicy and savoury, and it will be a
+good rich brown colour."</p>
+
+<p>"How quickly the fat melts!" said Mary. "There
+is plenty of dripping in the pan now."</p>
+
+<p>"We will pour a little of the dripping away
+shortly, for we want to have it a good colour," said
+Mrs. Herbert. "If we let it remain too long before
+the fire it will be burnt and discoloured."</p>
+
+<p>Very patiently and for a long time the little girls
+basted the roasting joint, and at last they were
+rewarded by seeing it take a rich brown colour.</p>
+
+<p>"In another quarter of an hour the beef will be
+roasted enough, ma'am," at length said Mary, looking
+at the clock.</p>
+
+<p>"It smells as if it would taste all right, does it
+not?" said Margaret.</p>
+
+<p>"Now we must prepare for the gravy. Cook
+has put the dish for the meat and the plates where
+they will get hot, for little girls cannot see after
+everything. In this small saucepan is a little
+stock made by stewing two or three bones and
+scraps (with no fat whatever), a sprig of parsley,
+a few rings of onion, which have been fried till
+brown, an inch of celery, and five or six peppercorns
+in water. I do not know whether you
+noticed that this stock has been stewing by the
+side of the fire ever since we came into the kitchen;
+I have skimmed it every now and then, and covered
+it closely again."</p>
+
+<p>"I noticed it," said Margaret. "I thought it
+would turn out to be for something which we
+wanted."</p>
+
+<p>"It is for gravy. You see it is a rich deep brown
+colour, gained from the browned onion. We must
+strain this gravy, put a little salt with it, let it boil,
+then unhook the joint, pour a couple of table-spoonfuls
+of this gravy into the dish, put the rest into a
+gravy tureen, and serve at once. There will be
+plenty of gravy altogether, if we use that which is
+in the tureen and the dish as well. Besides, our
+joint has been well basted, and is not dry, so gravy
+will run from the meat into the dish."</p>
+
+<p>"Can't we make gravy from the dripping-tin?"
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_047" id="Page_047">[Pg 47]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"We should have had to do so if there had been
+no stock," said Mrs. Herbert. "In that case we
+should pour out the fat from the tin very gently and
+carefully till we come to the brown sediment at the
+bottom. We should mix with the sediment a
+breakfast-cupful of boiling water, and scrape, with
+the spoon, any little brown dried specks of gravy
+there might be. When we had obtained as much
+gravy as possible we should strain it into a saucepan
+and keep it hot till the meat was quite ready."</p>
+
+<p>"I am sure father will enjoy this roast beef," said
+Margaret.</p>
+
+<p>"I hope and think he will," said Mrs. Herbert.
+"Beef roasted in this way before the fire is most
+excellent. It is, however, not nearly so common
+as it once was, for with the stoves and kitcheners
+now in use, it is easier to bake, or, as it is called,
+to roast meat in the oven. I therefore wanted you
+to understand the best way of roasting meat, and
+you shall next learn how to roast it in the oven."</p>
+
+<p class="center">(<i>To be continued.</i>)</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+
+<h2><a name="How_Paulina_Won_Back_Peter" id="How_Paulina_Won_Back_Peter"></a>HOW PAULINA WON BACK PETER.</h2>
+
+<h4>A FAIRY STORY.</h4>
+
+<p><span class="dropcap114"><span class="dropcap">B</span></span><span class="smcap">ravo!</span> bravo! bravo!"</p>
+
+<p>It was a tiny voice that spoke, sweet and
+clear as a nightingale's; but it was not a
+nightingale. It was a large brown and scarlet
+butterfly, with a dash of purple in its wings.</p>
+
+<p>The mannikins paused in their gambols, and
+one made a bow, whilst another skipped up the
+scarlet runner that had suddenly shot up out of
+the ground, and twined in and out in fantastic
+knots, and brought himself to a level with the
+butterfly.</p>
+
+<p>"If you had but wings!" added the butterfly.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
+<img src="images/i113.jpg" width="600" height="438" alt="Illustration: Peter was sitting up in bed" title="Peter was sitting up in bed" />
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">peter was sitting up in bed</span></p>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Wings, ah yes! how we should like them!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then we'd fly so high, so high,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Turning somersaults, and fluttering<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Like&mdash;&mdash;a graceful butterfly."<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>"Now," continued
+the
+mannikin, "as
+you are an emperor,
+I really
+think that you
+might order
+some wings for
+us. What do
+you say?"</p>
+
+<p>"A Red Emperor,"
+observed
+the butterfly;
+"but after all there's not much in it. It is,
+you see, all in the name. And I haven't really any
+power whatever to give wings or anything else.
+For you must know that I am under orders myself."</p>
+
+<p>The mannikin looked at the Red Emperor in
+surprise.</p>
+
+<p>"And you an Emperor?" said he. "Hasn't
+this scarlet runner sprung up so that we might run
+up it to speak to you?"</p>
+
+<p>"That may or may not be," began the Emperor.
+"But&mdash;&mdash;"</p>
+
+<h4>II.</h4>
+
+<p>"But what?"</p>
+
+<p>No, the Red Emperor was not speaking now.
+Somehow the butterfly and the mannikins had got
+into the book that Paulina was reading to Peter.</p>
+
+<p>Peter was
+sitting up in
+bed; he had
+also a book in
+his hand, and
+he threw it
+down and
+sprang out of
+bed, crying
+out&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>"But what
+a splendid butterfly!"</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, your
+sprained ankle,
+Peter!" cried
+Paulina.</p>
+
+<p>But Peter
+was at the window,
+in fact,
+half out of it;
+and his left
+ankle, which
+was bound up with bandages, suddenly appeared
+to be quite as free from pain as his right ankle,
+which had nothing whatever the matter with it,
+and he leaned over the window-sill, murmuring&mdash;</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_048" id="Page_048">[Pg 48]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Dancing, prancing.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Flitting, glancing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Now retreating, now advancing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wait, and I will come to you,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Through the window, through, through, through."<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>"Oh, Peter! how can you?" said Paulina.</p>
+
+<p>But Peter was gone, and when Paulina looked
+out of the window, she could see neither him, nor
+the mannikins, nor the
+scarlet runner.</p>
+
+<p>Of course she could
+not, for they were not
+there. Where had they
+gone? oh where? oh
+where?</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 348px;">
+<img src="images/i116.jpg" width="348" height="500" alt="Illustration: Paulina had a stick ... in her hand" title="Paulina had a stick ... in her hand" />
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">paulina had a stick ... in her hand</span></p>
+</div>
+
+<h4>III.</h4>
+
+<p>"Never mind, Paulina;
+it is a warm summer
+day."</p>
+
+<p>Was it the great
+butterfly who spoke?
+No one else was near,
+and he was sunning
+himself among the elder
+blossoms.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Ho, ho, ho! away they go,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">High and low, swift and slow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Over and over, heels over head,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Peter and all the mannikins red."<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>Paulina now listened
+breathlessly.</p>
+
+<p>"That is to say, the
+mannikins have red
+jackets and caps, and
+they are rolling along
+so fast, with Peter in
+the midst of them, that
+you will find it quite impossible to overtake
+them."</p>
+
+<p>"Are you speaking to me?" said Paulina.</p>
+
+<p>"Of course I am. Can't you hear what I am
+saying? I am the Red Emperor."</p>
+
+<p>"Then please, good Mr. Red Emperor, fly away,
+and tell Peter to come home again."</p>
+
+<p>"I am an Emperor," replied the butterfly, "and
+I cannot be ordered by a little girl. You must
+get back Peter yourself."</p>
+
+<p>"But I can't see Peter. Where is he?"</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"He's out of sight, oh quite! oh quite!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And up in cloudland such a height!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He's in a state of much delight,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But you must get him home ere night."<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>"But I can't get to cloudland."</p>
+
+<p>"Of course not, you're much too heavy."</p>
+
+<p>Paulina began to cry.</p>
+
+<p>"If you make such a dreadful noise I shall fly
+away. Otherwise I shall stay, and tell you what
+to do in order to get Peter back."</p>
+
+<p>"I will do anything in the world," said Paulina;
+"whatever you tell me to do I will at once do."</p>
+
+<p>"There is but one
+thing to do&mdash;you must
+become an artist."</p>
+
+<p>"That is impossible,"
+sobbed Paulina. "What
+shall I do? What shall I
+do?"</p>
+
+<p>"Take off that prim
+little cap. Tie up your
+hair with black ribbon,
+and put on a blouse.
+Then you will be an
+artist."</p>
+
+<p>"But I've never
+learned to draw."</p>
+
+<p>"Pooh!" said the
+Red Emperor.</p>
+
+<h4>IV.</h4>
+
+<p>Paulina did not know
+where she was or how
+she came there, but she
+found herself before a
+wall on which hung a
+scroll with a face roughly
+sketched upon it. Paulina
+had a stick with a
+bit of chalk at the end
+of it in her hand, and
+she did not know
+whether she had drawn
+the face or not.</p>
+
+<p>"Perhaps I did," said
+she. "I think it is a likeness of the moon."</p>
+
+<p>"Pooh!" answered a voice.</p>
+
+<p>Paulina knew that it was not the Red Emperor,
+for he had flown away. She looked round, but
+there was no one to be seen. Still the voice went
+on speaking&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"It's the sun but just begun;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When it's done there will be fun.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Mannikins in red and blue,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Will bring something good for you."<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 265px;">
+<img src="images/i119.jpg" width="265" height="500" alt="Illustration: Paulina ... began to put on the colour" title="Paulina ... began to put on the colour" />
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">paulina ... began to put on the colour</span></p>
+</div>
+
+<p>"Who are you? where are you?" asked Paulina.
+"And do you know anything of Peter? He went
+with the mannikins."</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, up in the clouds with them. I saw him.
+The clouds were drifting hither and thither, and he
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_049" id="Page_049">[Pg 49]</a></span>
+could not keep steady upon them, so he tumbled
+down to the earth again."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh dear! Oh dear! What a fall he must have
+had!"</p>
+
+<p>Paulina heard a curious whistling, crackling
+laugh that seemed to
+go off in gusts: puff,
+puff! blow, blow, blow!
+phew, phew! And then
+it subsided into a
+gentle whistle.</p>
+
+<p>"It's nothing to
+laugh at," said Paulina.
+"He'll catch cold, and
+he must be very much
+hurt."</p>
+
+<p>"No he isn't; he
+has hurt some one else
+instead. I saw him
+standing over the boy
+that he had knocked
+down."</p>
+
+<p>"He was always
+fighting," murmured
+Paulina.</p>
+
+<p>"And he had on
+a full suit of blue
+clothes," said the voice,
+"and striped stockings
+and a white collar."</p>
+
+<p>"Blue! That's his
+best suit. How did he
+get it?"</p>
+
+<p>"I don't know everything,"
+replied the
+Wind, for it was the
+Wind who was speaking
+to Paulina; "but</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I boxed his ears, and ruffled his hair,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And left him standing astonished there."<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>"Oh!" ejaculated
+Paulina. "How can I
+get him home again?"</p>
+
+<p>The Wind whistled
+for a short time, and
+then answered&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>"By getting a palette,
+and brushes, and paint, and canvas, and
+becoming an artist. What is the use of wearing
+a blouse and long stockings, and having
+your hair tied with black ribbon, if you are not
+going to be an artist?"</p>
+
+<h4>V.</h4>
+
+<p>The Wind had gone away, the scroll with the
+sun's face drawn upon it had vanished, and
+Paulina was not where she had been a few moments
+before. She did not know where she was, and
+everything seemed to be going the wrong way;
+but she saw the Red Emperor resting upon a
+rosebush, so she felt
+that she was not without
+a friend.</p>
+
+<p>"I've been waiting
+for hours," said the
+Red Emperor testily,
+"and so has the easel,
+also the paints and
+palette; and the canvas
+is stretched and
+the sketch made. You
+have nothing to do but
+to mount up to your
+seat, and fill in with
+colours. Shade away,
+beginning at the left
+corner, and make
+haste."</p>
+
+<p>Paulina looked at
+the canvas, upon which
+was the outline of a
+figure reclining upon a
+rock. She was going
+to say she could not
+shade it, when the Red
+Emperor said sternly&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>"No nonsense!
+Mount to the seat and
+paint as fast as you
+can, for if the painting
+is not finished before
+the stars come out,
+Peter will never come
+home again."</p>
+
+<p>Paulina scrambled
+up; she took the
+palette in one hand,
+the brush in the
+other, and began to
+put on the colour as
+fast as she could.
+She did not take any
+pains, but dabbed
+away, beginning in the
+left-hand corner. She scarcely looked at what she
+was doing; but somehow or other it answered,
+and the picture progressed rapidly. Paulina herself
+was surprised, but she knew that she must lose
+no time, for the stars were only waiting for the
+twilight.</p>
+
+<p>"The evening star, oh! don't let it come," said a
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_050" id="Page_050">[Pg 50]</a></span>
+very tiny little voice, that sounded like Peter's, a
+long way off; and it went on saying&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Oh, Paulina! I have been a<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Naughty boy, I know.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Don't look up and don't look down, dear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">On with the painting go."<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 470px;">
+<img src="images/i122.jpg" width="470" height="500" alt="Illustration: Standing over the boy" title="Standing over the boy" />
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">standing over the boy</span> (<a href="#Page_049"><i>p.</i> 49</a>).</p>
+</div>
+
+<p>"I should be dizzy if I looked down: I'm so very
+high up," answered Paulina; "but I should like to
+know where you are, Peter."</p>
+
+<p>"Never mind where he is," said the Red Emperor,
+"so that he is somewhere; that is enough for you.
+He is not far off. You will descend as the picture
+draws near completion, and at the last stroke of
+your brush you will see him. Obey me, or Peter
+will vanish away, and you will never see him again."</p>
+
+<p>Again Peter's voice was heard&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, I'm near you, but I've grown very small;
+the Wind shook me about till I was only half the
+size I ought to be, just for knocking down a boy
+who came in my way. Go on, Paulina; paint
+away, make no delay, or I shall have to go away."</p>
+
+<p>And the Red Emperor also said, "Go on."</p>
+
+<h4>VI.</h4>
+
+<p>And Paulina went on with her work. Her
+palette was almost clean, so thoroughly had she
+used up all the colours upon it, and the painting
+only wanted a few more touches, which she added
+carefully. Then she drew a little backward to
+take a view of her picture. She closed her eyes
+for a moment, the better to consider the subject,
+and when she opened them, the picture, the easel,
+the palette, and brushes had disappeared, and she
+was standing in a garden where roses and lilies
+and red carnations were growing, and fountains
+were sending up cool white spray. The Red
+Emperor was there also.</p>
+
+<p>And beside Paulina there stood Peter himself.</p>
+
+<p>"I am my proper size again," said he. "It's been
+all a very wonderful journey, and I've seen wonderful
+sights."</p>
+
+<p>Paulina kissed him, saying&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Peter, let us happy be<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With one another;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Henceforth be content with me,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Little brother."<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>"Of course he must be content," said the Red
+Emperor severely.</p>
+
+<p>"Of course he must," echoed the Wind, "if not, I
+shall whirl him away to the top of a mountain."</p>
+
+<div class="block width600">
+<div class="figright" style="width: 300px;">
+<img src="images/i123.jpg" width="300" height="404" alt="Illustration: One of the mannikins tumbled" title="One of the mannikins tumbled" />
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">one of the mannikins tumbled.</span></p>
+</div>
+
+<p>"Of course he must," said two mannikins who
+suddenly appeared in sight, rolling and pushing
+along what seemed to Paulina to be the half of a
+large orange.</p>
+
+<p>Not that it was anything of the sort.</p>
+
+<p><span class="two">"It's a casket of gold<br /></span>
+<span class="two">From the caverns old,<br /></span>
+Where the dwarfs are working for ever.<br />
+<span class="two">All that it doth hold,<br /></span>
+<span class="two">If you should be told,<br /></span>
+<span class="two">Oh! would you believe it? no, never!"<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>And one of the mannikins tumbled over it, and
+turned somersaults, and rolled it up to Paulina.</p>
+
+<p>And then the Wind whispered very softly to her&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Little maid, I told you true,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Mannikins in red and blue<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Would bring something good for you<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If the painting well were done<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ere the setting of the sun."<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>"Yes, yes,"
+said Paulina;
+"it's all true;
+but the painting's
+gone, and
+it all seems like
+a dream; and
+I've got Peter
+back, and his
+ankle's well. But
+how did he get
+his blue suit?"</p>
+
+</div>
+
+<p>But that neither the Red Emperor nor the Wind
+told her; neither did Peter, for when she asked
+him the question he only said&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>"I don't know!"</p>
+
+<p class="right"><span class="smcap">Julia Goddard.</span></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_051" id="Page_051">[Pg 51]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="The_Editors_Pocketbook" id="The_Editors_Pocketbook"></a>The Editor's Pocket-book.</h2>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
+<img src="images/i124.jpg" width="600" height="280" alt="The Editor's Pocket-Book Jottings and Pencillings Here, There and Everywhere" title="The Editor's Pocket-Book Jottings and Pencillings Here, There and Everywhere" />
+</div>
+
+<h4>The Natural Bridge, Virginia.</h4>
+
+<p>The two greatest natural curiosities&mdash;if one may
+use the phrase in this connection&mdash;in North
+America are the Falls of Niagara and the Natural
+Bridge in Virginia. A picture of the latter will be
+seen in our new heading. It is an arch cut, so to
+speak, out of the rock, and stands upwards of two
+hundred feet above the ground below. How it
+originated has been a kind of puzzle, some urging
+that the rock was hollowed by an earthquake, others
+that the bridge is the result of the action of water.
+Unfortunately for these conjectures no ruins are to
+be seen beneath. The bridge has formed the scene
+of several hair-breadth escapes.</p>
+
+<h4>The Colossus of Rhodes.</h4>
+
+<p>The city of Rhodes is situated on the island of
+that name, which lies some twelve miles from the
+coast of Asia Minor. It was founded four hundred
+years before the birth of Christ, and, among other
+things, was noted for its Colossus&mdash;pictured in
+our heading&mdash;which was reckoned to be one of
+the Seven Wonders of the ancient world. The
+Colossus was a gigantic statue in brass of Helios, or
+the Sun, and stood at the entrance of one of the
+ports. It was 105 feet high. According to one
+belief&mdash;which, however, is now abandoned&mdash;the
+Colossus bestrode the harbour, one foot resting
+upon a pier at one side, the other upon a pier
+at the other, while the figure itself was so lofty that
+ships in full sail could pass underneath the outstretched
+legs. Sixty years after it was built it was
+thrown down by an earthquake.</p>
+
+<h4>Chinese Palanquins.</h4>
+
+<p>A favourite mode of travelling in China and
+other countries of the East is by palanquin, which
+is a kind of wooden box, about twice as long as it
+is high, with shutters and other appliances to make
+it comfortable. The palanquin is carried by
+porters&mdash;just as in the drawing given above. The
+vehicle is furnished inside with a mattress&mdash;on
+which the traveller reclines&mdash;and cushions, and
+is also fitted with shelves and drawers. Travelling
+is continued day and night. There are different
+kinds of palanquins, some resembling the sedan
+chairs that used to be fashionable in England.</p>
+
+<h4>The Flamingo.</h4>
+
+<p>This queer bird&mdash;also shown in the heading
+above&mdash;is found in the tropical and temperate
+regions of the globe, and frequents marshes and
+shallow lakes. In deep water flamingoes swim, but
+they prefer to wade, for then they can bend down
+their necks and rake the bottom with their peculiar-shaped
+bill in search of food. Flocks of these
+birds, with their red plumage, when seen from a
+distance, have been likened by observers to troops
+of soldiers.</p>
+
+<h4>"God's Providence House."</h4>
+
+<p>The house represented in the new heading, and
+bearing the above quaint name, is situated in Chester,
+a city famed for its picturesque old buildings. It
+is built of timber and brick, and upon the beam
+supporting the second floor is carved "God's
+Providence is mine Inheritance, 1652." It is
+supposed that Chester was visited with plague in
+that year, and that this house was the only one
+which escaped the pestilence. Hence arose the
+pious inscription of the grateful tenant.</p>
+
+<h4>An Ancient Monster.</h4>
+
+<p>Once upon a time, so long ago that I cannot tell
+when, strange creatures lived on land and sea.
+They have all died out now, but their bones are
+sometimes found in a fossil state, and by means of
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_052" id="Page_052">[Pg 52]</a></span>
+them scientific men have been able to construct, or
+piece together, as it were, these old-world monsters.
+You will see the picture of one of them in the
+new Pocket-book heading. It is called by the long
+name "Ichthyosaurus"&mdash;a Greek term meaning
+"fish-reptile." This animal was a huge creature
+something like a crocodile, with four paddles and a
+tail, and its native element was water. It had a
+large head with big eyes, and its jaws were well
+filled with terrible teeth. It possessed features in
+common with fishes as well as with reptiles, and
+hence its compound name.</p>
+
+<h4>Arabs of the Soudan.</h4>
+
+<p>Little folk who read their newspapers know
+something of the dauntless courage of the Soudanese
+Arabs. The Soudan is a desert of vast extent,
+partly bordering upon the boundaries of Upper
+Egypt. It is inhabited by wandering Arabs and
+some other peoples. They are, most of them, quite
+fearless, and even when opposed to British forces
+have shown a courage worthy of their foes. Armed&mdash;like
+the one drawn in our heading&mdash;with spear and
+shield&mdash;for but a few of them owned rifles and fired
+them unskilfully&mdash;they rushed again and again right
+up to the serried ranks of the British soldiers. These
+Arabs have several vices, but no one has denied them
+the highest degree of bravery.</p>
+
+<h4>A Lesson in Charity.</h4>
+
+<p>It is related of the late Mr. Peter Cooper, an
+American benefactor, that he was one day watching
+the pupils in the portrait class connected with the
+Women's Art School of Cooper Institute. About
+thirty pupils were engaged in drawing likenesses of
+the same model from various points of view&mdash;some
+in profile, some full face, some nearer and others
+farther from the light, and so forth. After studying
+the scene for a while Mr. Cooper said, "Such a
+sight as this should be a lesson in charity, when
+we perceive how the same person may be so
+different, according to the way he is looked at by
+various people."</p>
+
+<h4>The Busy Bee.</h4>
+
+<p>Few little folk have any idea of the labour that
+bees have to expend in the gathering of honey.
+Here is a calculation, which will show how industrious
+the "busy" bee really is. Let us suppose
+the insects confine their attentions to clover-fields.
+Each head of clover contains about sixty separate
+flower-tubes, in each of which is a portion of sugar
+not exceeding the five-hundredth part of a grain.
+Therefore, before one grain of sugar can be got,
+the bee must insert its proboscis into 500 clover-tubes.
+Now there are 7,000 grains in a pound, so
+that it follows that 3,500,000 clover-tubes must be
+sucked in order to obtain but one pound of honey.</p>
+
+<h4>The Dwarf Trees of China.</h4>
+
+<p>In China, that land of curiosities, may be seen
+oaks, chestnuts, pines, and cedars growing in flowerpots,
+and fifty years old, but not twelve inches high!
+They take the young plant, cut off its tap-root, and
+place it in a basin of good soil kept well watered.
+Should it grow too rapidly, they dig down and
+shorten in several roots. Year by year the leaves
+grow smaller, and in course of time the trees become
+little dwarfs, and are made pets of like canaries
+and dogs.</p>
+
+<h4>What is the "Lake School"?</h4>
+
+<p>In reading about poets and poetry, you will
+sometimes find an allusion to the "Lake School."
+This was the term applied by a writer in the
+<i>Edinburgh Review</i> to Wordsworth, Southey, and
+Coleridge, because they resided in the lake district
+of Cumberland and Westmoreland, and because&mdash;though
+their works differed in many respects from
+each other&mdash;they sought for inspiration in the
+simplicity of Nature rather than in the study of
+other poets, or of the prevailing fashion.</p>
+
+<h4><a name="The_Cuckoos_Fag" id="The_Cuckoos_Fag"></a>The Cuckoo's Fag.</h4>
+
+<p>Tom Brown, as readers will remember, was in
+deep trouble at Rugby about the fagging system
+in vogue during his "school-days." Many things
+have happened since then, and amongst others a
+marked improvement in fagging. The cruelty and
+insolence and selfishness of it have disappeared,
+and the system itself will one day die out. As
+regards boys, so far so good. Among some feathered
+folk, however, fagging flourishes in full
+vigour; and so long as there are cuckoos so long
+will there be fags. Many birds are imposed upon,
+one of the commonest victims being the hedge-sparrow.
+For days a sparrow has been watched
+while it fed a hungry complaining intruder. It
+used to fly on the cuckoo's back and then, standing
+on its head and leaning downwards, give it a
+caterpillar. The tit-bit having been greedily
+snatched and devoured, the cuckoo would peck
+fiercely at its tiny attendant&mdash;bidding it, as it were,
+fetch more food and not be long about it. Wordsworth
+tells us in a famous line that "the child is
+father of the man," and no apter illustration of this
+truth could be found than the cuckoo. Let us trace
+his early life history, and to begin with, peep
+into, say, a wagtail's nest. It contains a few eggs
+all seemingly alike. In due time they are hatched,
+and you at once notice that one of the baby birds
+is quite different from the rest. It is blind, naked,
+yellowish, and ugly, and ere long will prove itself a
+monster. How did it come to be born there?
+Well, you must know that it is a young cuckoo.
+Now, its mother has several bad habits.
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_053" id="Page_053">[Pg 53]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 367px;">
+<img src="images/i129.jpg" width="367" height="500" alt="Illustration: The cuckoo's fag." title="The cuckoo's fag." />
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">the cuckoo's fag.</span> (<i>See</i> <a href="#The_Cuckoos_Fag"><i>p.</i> 52.</a>)</p>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_054" id="Page_054">[Pg 54]</a></span>
+For instance, she does not make a nest, but lays her egg
+on the ground, and then places it in a nest where
+there are others like the one she has laid. She is
+cunning, you see, as well as lazy and cruel; for
+she has, like a thief in the night, introduced into
+an innocent home a real tyrant. The young
+cuckoo soon reveals its true character. It begins
+by edging the wee wagtails to the side of the nest
+and then turning them out one by one. Of course
+the little things thus thrown over fall to the ground
+and die, but even if some kind person were to
+restore them to their home, they would be again
+bundled out in the same brutal fashion. Having
+got rid of the children of the rightful owners of the
+nest the ruthless sneak speedily cries for food;
+and the parents of the ejected birds actually tend
+this glutton with the greatest diligence. The
+young cuckoo is ever gaping for food, and for
+weeks the poor foster-parents are kept hard at
+work to supply its hunger. Why do they do so?
+Probably because they regard it as one of their own
+offspring, though they may have a sort of instinctive
+notion that there's something wrong; and so
+the weary round of fagging goes on until the
+cuckoo takes itself off to start life on its own
+account. So greedy, lazy, and thoroughly selfish,
+however, is this bird that after it has outgrown its
+nest, and is quite able to provide for itself, it will
+still look to its industrious comrades for its meals.</p>
+
+<h4>The Greatest Whirlpool in the World.</h4>
+
+<p>Off the coast of Norway, close to the Lofoden
+Islands, the current runs so strong north and south
+for six hours and then in the opposite direction for
+a similar period, that the water is thrown into
+tremendous whirls. This is the far-famed Maelstr&ouml;m,
+or whirling-stream. The whirlpool is most
+active at high and low tide, and when the winds are
+contrary the disturbance of the sea is so great that
+few boats can live in it. In ordinary circumstances,
+however, ships can sail right across the
+Maelstr&ouml;m without much danger, and the tales
+about the vessels and whales which have been
+engulfed in the stream are more or less pure fables.</p>
+
+<h4>The Dog and the Telephone.</h4>
+
+<p>An intelligent dog was recently discovered wandering
+about the streets of an American city, by a
+gentleman who knew it. He at once asked its
+master by means of the telephone whether he had
+lost his dog. The reply came "Yes; have you
+seen it?" To which the further instruction was
+sent, "Suppose you call him through the telephone."
+Accordingly the dog was lifted up and
+the ear-piece placed at its ear. "Jack! Jack!"
+shouted its owner, whereupon Jack, recognising the
+voice, began at once to yelp most vigorously,
+and licked the telephone in a friendly way, evidently
+thinking that its master was inside the machine.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+
+<div class="block width650">
+
+<h2><a name="A_Queen_Of_The_Beach" id="A_Queen_Of_The_Beach"></a>A QUEEN OF THE BEACH.</h2>
+
+<p class="center">(<i>See Coloured <a href="#Frontispiece">Frontispiece</a>.</i>)</p>
+
+<div class="figleft1" style="width: 66px; height: 70px;">
+<img src="images/i132a.jpg" width="66" height="70" alt="W" title="W" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="nom">E played together on the sands,<br />
+<span class="two">We roamed the moors for heather,<br /></span>
+We climbed the cliffs with clasping hands<br />
+<span class="two">In the wild and windy weather;<br /></span>
+And sweet were my little queen's commands<br />
+<span class="two">As we merrily played together.<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 300px;">
+<img src="images/i132b.jpg" width="300" height="191" alt="Illustration" title="Illustration" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Her eyes were blue as the limpid sea<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">When the morning sun is on it,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Her locks were bright as the corn might be<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With the blaze of noon upon it,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And her scarlet cap was a charm to me,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But her laughing lips outshone it.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">So fearless was the little maid,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Not a danger could astound her,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With her bucket and her busy spade,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">On the sea-bound shore I found her,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of the winds and the waves all unafraid<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">While the sea-gulls floated round her.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And many a house of sand we reared,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The walls with shells adorning,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">While boats our happy playground neared,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And breakers gave us warning<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That though we neither paused nor feared,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">All would be gone next morning.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<span class="right">A. M.</span>
+</div>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_055" id="Page_055">[Pg 55]</a></span></p>
+
+<h3>Little Folks</h3>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 550px;">
+<a name="The_Little_Folks_Humane_Society" id="The_Little_Folks_Humane_Society"></a>
+<img src="images/i133a.jpg" width="550" height="53" alt="The Little Folks Humane Society" title="The Little Folks Humane Society" />
+</div>
+
+<h4>SPECIAL NOTICE.</h4>
+
+<p><span class="dropcap133b"><span class="dropcap">T</span></span><span class="smcap">he</span> Editor desires to inform his Readers that the names of Officers and Members of The <span class="smcap">Little Folks</span> Humane
+Society will be printed in the Magazine as usual during the next six months, but that after the present
+Volume is completed, and when Fifty Thousand Names have appeared, the publication of the Lists will be discontinued.
+As, however, the operations of the Society will still be carried on, and some accounts of its progress will from time to
+time be given in <span class="smcap">Little Folks</span>, the Editor hopes to receive, as hitherto, the "promises" of all Children who are willing
+to join; and, on receipt of these, their names will be inscribed on the Register of the Society, and Certificates of Officership
+and Membership also forwarded to them if stamped addressed envelopes be enclosed. <ins class="correction" title="Transcriber's Note: original has no open parenthesis">(The</ins> number of Officers and
+Members now on the Register is about 49,500). The Editor is aware that in certain instances intending Officers find
+that it takes many months to complete the list of fifty names, which it is necessary to collect in order to become an Officer,
+and he thinks it probable that the total of Fifty Thousand referred to above will be reached before some of his Readers
+have been able to obtain this number of "promises" from other children. To meet this difficulty, and in order
+that the efforts on behalf of the Society of such children may be rewarded just as they would have been had the publication
+of names in <span class="smcap">Little Folks</span> been longer continued, the small book and medal hitherto given to Officers will still be
+awarded; though in all cases it will be necessary, in sending up the fifty "promises," to enclose a Certificate from a
+Parent, Teacher, or other responsible person, stating that the list had been commenced previous to the appearance of
+this notice in <span class="smcap">Little Folks</span>. The book and medal will not in future be awarded to any readers other than those just
+referred to&mdash;that is, those whose lists of fifty names are in actual progress at the present time (July 1st, 1884).</p>
+
+<h3><i>TWENTY-NINTH LIST OF OFFICERS AND MEMBERS.</i></h3>
+
+<p><i>Officers' Names are printed in Small Capital Letters, and the Names of their Members are printed beneath. Where a short line, thus "&mdash;&mdash;,"
+is printed, the end of an Officer's List is indicated.</i></p>
+
+<div class='center'>
+<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary="name_list">
+<tr><td></td><td align='right'>AGE</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41266 Herbert Buxton</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41267 C. M. Balfour</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41268 J. L. Balfour</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41269 C. W. Balfour</td><td align='right'>18</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41270 R. H. Pimm</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41271 P. H. Marquand</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41272 Chas. H. Mitchell</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41273 Thomas Halsall</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41274 J. M. Marquand</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41275 Joseph Reeves</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41276 A. B. Marquand</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41277 W. Hodgkinson</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41278 Arthur Handley</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41279 F. T. Freeland</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41280 T. L. Allkins</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41281 H. Felthouse</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41282 F. Nugent</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41283 Edgar B. Hulland</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41284 Kate Hodgkinson</td><td align='right'>16</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41285 George C. Britton</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41286 Winnie Grayston</td><td align='right'>6</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41287 Eddie C. Britton</td><td align='right'>4</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41288 Mary Gillman</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41289 Mathor Gilman</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41290 Fanny Darlington</td><td align='right'>20</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41291 Elsie Sanders</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41292 Mary A. Boonham</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41293 Elizbth. A. Benson</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41294 H. L. Franklin</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41295 Eliz. A. Wright</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41296 L. F. Wileman</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41297 Mary S. Harris</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41298 Harry Smith</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41299 Wm. A. Franklin</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41300 K. A. Minton</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41301 A. Henderson</td><td align='right'>16</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41302 Mary Henderson</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41303 Cecil Henderson</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41304 Ethel Norton</td><td align='right'>6</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41305 Mabel Norton</td><td align='right'>5</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41306 Matilda Norton</td><td align='right'>4</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41307 Herbert Hare</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41308 Clara Norton</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41309 <span class="smcap">Edith E. Morrison</span>, Wakefield</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41310 Kate Milsom</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41311 Harriet Hardman</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41312 Fredk. C. Brown</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41313 Mary A. Dean</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41314 Sarah Hirst</td><td align='right'>20</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41315 Louisa Brunton</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41316 Eliza Blackburn</td><td align='right'>17</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41317 Cissy Scholes</td><td align='right'>17</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41318 Annie Goodridge</td><td align='right'>18</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41319 Polly Scholes</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41320 Flornc. A. Scholey</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41321 Charles Scholey</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41322 John Scholey</td><td align='right'>19</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41323 Charltt. Cartridge</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41324 Annie Allcock</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41325 Bertha Tingle</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41326 Dora Brown</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41327 Annie Poppleton</td><td align='right'>16</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41328 Lizzie Poppleton</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41329 H. Poppleton</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41330 William Garnett</td><td align='right'>17</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41331 Annie Garnett</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41332 Eliza Garnett</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41333 Thos. H. Garnett</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41334 Florence Garnett</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41335 Lizzie Priestley</td><td align='right'>17</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41336 Annie Jaques</td><td align='right'>17</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41337 Mary H. Copley</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41338 E. Worthington</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41339 Kate Bancroft</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41340 Maud Gosnay</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41341 Bennie Harris</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41342 Ada Richardson</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41343 Ada Mellor</td><td align='right'>19</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41344 Amy Sadler</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41345 Kate Sadler</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41346 Beatrice Sadler</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41347 Alice Sadler</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41348 Mary W. Hein</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41349 Lucy M. Hein</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41350 Ellen L. Hein</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41351 Victor Hartley</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41352 Eleanor Brown</td><td align='right'>20</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41353 Mabel Walton</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41354 Mary Bostock</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41355 Margaret Salkeld</td><td align='right'>16</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41356 E. M. Morrison</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41357 R. P. Morrison</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41358 Gertrude E. Prest</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41359 Archbld. W. Prest</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41360 <span class="smcap">Jas. W. Riley</span>, Derby</td><td align='right'>16</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41361 Wm. Wibberley</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41362 Joseph Wibberley</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41363 William Smee</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41364 William Yeomans</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41365 Harry Wibberley</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41366 Albert E. Riley</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41367 Arthur Copestick</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41368 John Lovel</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41369 John Warde</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41370 Henry Castledine</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41371 William Hatton</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41372 W. H. Haynes</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41373 William Matthews</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41374 William Smith</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41375 Christopher Shaw</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41376 Walter Green</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41377 William Garratt</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41378 Arthur Wibberley</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41379 Charles M. Smee</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41380 Arthur Smee</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41381 A. Carmicheal</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41382 Alfred Bunting</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41383 Harry Bunting</td><td align='right'>16</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41384 Frank Bunting</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41385 H. Wibberley</td><td align='right'>16</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41386 Clara Wibberley</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41387 Lizzie Wibberley</td><td align='right'>18</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41388 Walter Lester</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41389 Arthur Pearson</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41390 Mary Wadkinson</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41391 Albert Lester</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41392 Walter Pearson</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41393 Nelly Carmicheal</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41394 Annie Green</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41395 Lotty Green</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41396 Edith Wagstaff</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41397 Henry Mellor</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41398 Frank Oliver</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41399 Charles Yeomans</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41400 Maria Street</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41401 Thomas Bennett</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41402 Elizabeth Hunt</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41403 Annie Brailsford</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41404 Edwd. Armytage</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41405 John Wagstaff</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41406 William Tarrey</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41407 Bernard Riley</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41408 William Foster</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41409 James Dunmow</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41410 Joseph Moorcroft</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td>&mdash;&mdash;</td><td></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41411 G. M. Buchanan</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41412 Effie D. Ward</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41413 Eleanor L. Ward</td><td align='right'>19</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41414 Minnie Griffin</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41415 <span class="smcap">Maggie Gomme</span>, Peckham Rye</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41416 Nellie Salmon</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41417 Edwin Westall</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41418 Alice Watts</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41419 Mary Smith</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41420 Mabel Cane</td><td align='right'>16</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41421 Percy K. Lucke</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41422 Lucy Gomme</td><td align='right'>18</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41423 Annie Gomme</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41424 Edith Perks</td><td align='right'>5</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41425 Vivian W. Russell</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41426 Fredk. G. Perks</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41427 Frederick Cripps</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41428 M. O. Bigg-Wither</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41429 Louie Rogers</td><td align='right'>18</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41430 Amy King</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41431 M. F. Lankester</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41432 Daniel Bott</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41433 Edith Bott</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41434 Arthur Hughes</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41435 G. E. Hughes</td><td align='right'>4</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41436 Keturah Hughes</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41437 Mabel Hicks</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41438 Emily M. Noad</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41439 Annie Jewell</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41440 John St. A. Jewell</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41441 Richd. H. Vernon</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41442 Alice Shrimpton</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41443 Clara Shrimpton</td><td align='right'>16</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41444 Ethel Davis</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41445 Edgar S. Oakes</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41446 Mary Cheetham</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41447 Blanche Vernon</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41448 Amy Ormston</td><td align='right'>19</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41449 Kezia Saunders</td><td align='right'>17</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41450 Clara Clements</td><td align='right'>17</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41451 Rose F. Kempe</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41452 Violet Jewell</td><td align='right'>6</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41453 Alfred Harris</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41454 Madeliene Oakes</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41455 William Lane</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41456 Nellie Lane</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41457 Charlotte Westall</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41458 Henry Johnson</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41459 Robert R. Jewell</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41460 Margt. M. Fane</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41461 Elizabeth Westall</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41462 Annie Cheetham</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41463 Florrie Holford</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41464 Arthur P. Kempe</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41465 Queenie Keene</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41466 John L. Perman</td><td align='right'>16</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41467 Jessie Bott</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41468 Annie Westall</td><td align='right'>18</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41469 Frederick Clark</td><td align='right'>16</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41470 Reginald Vernon</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41471 Morris S. Kempe</td><td align='right'>17</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41472 Ada B. Clements</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41473 Jane Clements</td><td align='right'>19</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41474 Emily Clements</td><td align='right'>18</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41475 Fredk. B. Kempe</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41476 V. H. C. Russell</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41477 Mabel H. Tate</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41478 Florence K. Oakes</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41479 Florrie Rogers</td><td align='right'>17</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41480 Herbert Elshib</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41481 Mabel Vernon</td><td align='right'>16</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41482 R. J. Paterson</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41483 Nellie M. Beare</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41484 H. W. Fortesquieu</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41485 Beatrice Oakes</td><td align='right'>16</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41486 K. Fortesquieu</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41487 Castle Cane</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td>&mdash;&mdash;</td><td></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41488 Edgar T. Tuck</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41489 Lucy M. Burd</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41490 Miriam A. Graves</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41491 Edith M. Lamb</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41492 K. P. Gourley</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41493 Sarah A. Burr</td><td align='right'>18</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41494 W. E. Barker</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41495 H. M. Jones</td><td align='right'>16</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41496 Mary G. Crane</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41497 Leina C. Leake</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41498 Peter Hope</td><td align='right'>16</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41499 George Whillians</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41500 A. P. Whillians</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41501 John Michie</td><td align='right'>16</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41502 William Tinlin</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41503 Frances Turner</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41504 George Hall</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41505 Robert Tinlin</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41506 Maggie Tinlin</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41507 Maggie Laing</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41508 Lucy E. Fife</td><td align='right'>16</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41509 Eleanor May</td><td align='right'>17</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41510 Harriette Oliver</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41511 George Phillips</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41512 Gertrd. Deighton</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41513 Edith Barrett</td><td align='right'>18</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41514 Louie Man</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41515 Jessie Rogers</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41516 Ellen Jeffery</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41517 Edith E. Phillips</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41518 Edith E. Sole</td><td align='right'>5</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41519 Ruth Burch</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41520 Annie Gambrell</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41521 Rose J. Burch</td><td align='right'>6</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41522 Alice Burch</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41523 Liddia Burch</td><td align='right'>5</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41524 Charltte. Attwood</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41525 William Sole</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41526 Alfred Sole</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41527 Edward J. Sole</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41528 Thomas Griggs</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41529 Ellen Gambrill</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41530 Arthur Taylor</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41531 Kate Sole</td><td align='right'>3</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41532 Harry Hooker</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41533 Sarah J. Sole</td><td align='right'>6</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41534 Elizabeth Hooker</td><td align='right'>4</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41535 Ella R. Sole</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41536 <span class="smcap">Arthur Campbell</span>, Wigan</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41537 Margaret Newell</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41538 Amy H. Gerrard</td><td align='right'>17</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41539 Laura Hill</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41540 Minnie Woods</td><td align='right'>16</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41541 Flora M. Dewar</td><td align='right'>17</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41542 M. Henderson</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41543 Mary R. Dewar</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41544 Jennie Dewar</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41545 Mary Polding</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41546 Annie Hurst</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41547 Lizzie Holmes</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41548 M. A. Holmes</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41549 Annie Aspinall</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41550 M. A. F. Gerrard</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41551 Annie Holmes</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41552 W. L. Brown</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41553 F. J. Simm</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41554 I. D. P. Smith</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41555 Egbert Green</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41556 Robert Morris</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41557 Wm. H. Ashton</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41558 O. H. Platt</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41559 Jas. H. T. Evans</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41560 W H. Litherland</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41561 Brice Dean</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41562 T. H. Winstanley</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41563 John A. Dewar</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41564 Richard J. Owen</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41565 Herbert Hill</td><td align='right'>16</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41566 Pryce A. Owen</td><td align='right'>6</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41567 Sydney Hill</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41568 Kenyon Pierson</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41569 Alice Swift</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41570 Emma Ward</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41571 Jemima Povey</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41572 Eva Skepper</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41573 Ada Skepper</td><td align='right'>6</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41574 Annie Barton</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41575 Mary Bycroft</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41576 Henrietta Wray</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41577 John Porters</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41578 Geo. Richardson</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41579 Wm. Middleton</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41580 Mary Humberson</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41581 Charles Gunnis</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41582 Edith Smith</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41583 Fanny Hudson</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41584 Eliza Castledine</td><td align='right'>16</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41585 Edith Campbell</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41586 Fred Campbell</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td>&mdash;&mdash;</td><td></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41587 S. D. Collingwood</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41588 <span class="smcap">Annie B. Farmer</span>, Nottingham</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41589 Percy Smith</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41590 Emily Goodson</td><td align='right'>16</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41591 Gerty Stevenson</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41592 Sarah A. Goodson</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41593 B. E. Baggaley</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41594 Percy Creswell</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41595 George Creswell</td><td align='right'>20</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41596 Alick Pye</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41597 Addison Pearson</td><td align='right'>16</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41598 Louisa Wilson</td><td align='right'>17</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41599 Maggie Creswell</td><td align='right'>16</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41600 H. Hazzledine</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41601 Gertrude Moore</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41602 Percy Freeman</td><td align='right'>5</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41603 Emily Brittle</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41604 L. Waldegrave</td><td align='right'>16</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41605 William Hunt</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41606 Sydney Freeman</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41607 William Tillson</td><td align='right'>16</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41608 Hugh Smith</td><td align='right'>6</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41609 Grace Packer</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41610 Thos. A. Cooper</td><td align='right'>16</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41611 John Sheavyn</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41612 Essie Lawson</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41613 A. Creswell</td><td align='right'>17</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41614 Geo. H. B. Hay</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41615 L. L. Bright</td><td align='right'>19</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41616 William Pye</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41617 Rosa W. Jones</td><td align='right'>20</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41618 F. G. Bourne</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41619 Isabella R. Brady</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41620 Mary H. Brady</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41621 Edith Creswell</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41622 Alfred H. Brady</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41623 John A. Pearson</td><td align='right'>18</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41624 Stanley Bourne</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41625 Alice Felkin</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41626 Connie Smith</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41627 Albert Dobson</td><td align='right'>17</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41628 Lina M. Bourne</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41629 Ada M. Lea</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41630 Herbert Lea</td><td align='right'>6</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41631 Edith M. Sellars</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41632 Sarah L. Lea</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41633 Mary Willby</td><td align='right'>17</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41634 Bertha A. Goold</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41635 Morton B. Paton</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41636 Blanche Sellars</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41637 Alfred P. Williams</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41638 Lottie Lawson</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41639 Amy Lawson</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41640 Joseph Gregory</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41641 <span class="smcap">Georgina M. Callum</span>, Tadcaster</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41642 Frances E. Callum</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41643 Percy Thornton</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41644 B. M. Hullay</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41645 Annie M. Horn</td><td align='right'>17</td></tr>
+<tr><td></td><td><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_056" id="Page_056">[Pg 56]</a></span></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41646 Edith R. Horn</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41647 Nellie Carter</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41648 William Howell</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41649 Mary Howell</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41650 S. A. Howell</td><td align='right'>3</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41651 Annie Newlove</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41652 Lucy Newlove</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41653 I. Newlove</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41654 Minnie Otterburn</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41655 Gertrd. Otterburn</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41656 Esther Wright</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41657 Sabina Brook</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41658 John Townsley</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41659 Sarah J. Dodd</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41660 Mary A. Morson</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41661 Carrie Arch</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41662 Emmeline Arch</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41663 Nellie Halliday</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41664 Unis Coates</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41665 Alice Smith</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41666 Emily Muff</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41667 Harvie Hirst</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41668 G. Hirst</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41669 William Southey</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41670 R. Haliday</td><td align='right'>5</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41671 Emily Glover</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41672 Florrie Bramham</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41673 Fanny Nutter</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41674 Elizabeth Lam</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41675 Etty Atkinson</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41676 Alice Colie</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41677 M. A. Colie</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41678 Mary A. Poulter</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41679 M. A. Wilsh</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41680 Louisa Clark</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41681 Mary FitzPatrick</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41682 M. J. Clark</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41683 Albert Marrow</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41684 T. Clarkson</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41685 R. Brigges</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41686 F. Stevenson</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41687 Cundal Stevenson</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41688 P. N. Hirst</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41689 Lilian Harrison</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41690 S. Harrison</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41691 Herbert Cobb</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41692 Louis Green</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41693 Arthur Braine</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41694 Edith H. Cobb</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td>&mdash;&mdash;</td><td></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41695 Evaline H. Burkitt</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41696 Ida L. Burkitt</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41697 Laura C. Burkitt</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41698 C. A. L. Burkitt</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41699 Percy V. Haynes</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41700 H. L. Osborne</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41701 Claudine L. West</td><td align='right'>16</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41702 Ellie Trimble</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41703 Emily West</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41704 William West</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41705 Lucy Ardern</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41706 Jessie Trimble</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41707 George Upjohns</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41708 Maryann Harris</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41709 Frank Thornton</td><td align='right'>16</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41710 <span class="smcap">Albert Abbott</span>, Adlington (Lanc.)</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41711 H. Hargreaves</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41712 R. Halliwell</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41713 E. V. Flitcroft</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41714 Mary Loman</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41715 M. Hargreaves</td><td align='right'>4</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41716 M. A. Hargreaves</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41717 James Thorne</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41718 John H. Thorne</td><td align='right'>6</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41719 Ada Thorne</td><td align='right'>5</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41720 M. A. Atherton</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41721 Harold Birch</td><td align='right'>6</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41722 Betsy Aspinall</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41723 Elizbth. Aspinall</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41724 Maria Haign</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41725 Mary Eddisford</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41726 Walter Adamson</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41727 Walter Jolly</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41728 John Jolly</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41729 Thos. Crawshaw</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41730 Geo. Derbyshire</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41731 Joseph H. Smith</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41732 George Smith</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41733 Jas. Nightingale</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41734 W. Billington</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41735 Chas. Billington</td><td align='right'>6</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41736 Youth Crook</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41737 Robert Brown</td><td align='right'>16</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41738 Richard S. Bury</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41739 Alice Marsh</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41740 G. H. Nightingale</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41741 William Pearson</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42742 M. A. Makinson</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41743 Mary Reynolds</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41744 E. A. Kenyon</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41745 John Kenyon</td><td align='right'>5</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41746 Alice Sharples</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41747 E. A. Harwood</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41748 Joseph Taylor</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41749 Violet Roberts</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41750 James Yates</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41751 Thomas Bridge</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41752 E. A. Cowell</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41753 M. E. Harrison</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41754 W. Ormiston</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41755 Emily Hardman</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41756 Jane Forshaw</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41757 Henry Parker</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41758 Edward Ward</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41759 Thomas Fielding</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41760 Chas. Halliwell</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41761 James Stewart</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41762 Emma Stewart</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41763 <span class="smcap">Jas. D. Haworth</span>, Bolton</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41764 William Dell</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41765 Jas. Hodgkinson</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41766 Annie Pearce</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41767 Arthur Crompton</td><td align='right'>5</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41768 Geo. Warburton</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41769 Jane A. Lipkott</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41770 Peter H. Lipkott</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41771 M. A. Warburton</td><td align='right'>20</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41772 H. Warburton</td><td align='right'>18</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41773 M. H. Windsor</td><td align='right'>17</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41774 E. Hodgkinson</td><td align='right'>16</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41775 J. Entrohistle</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41776 George Scholes</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41777 John P. Brierly</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41778 Frank S. Lomax</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41779 James Lomax</td><td align='right'>6</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41780 Emily Taylor</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41781 William Taylor</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41782 J. Greenhalgh</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41783 R. Pendlebury</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41784 J. Norris</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41785 W. Wood</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41786 T. Mather</td><td align='right'>6</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41787 A. Pendlebury</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41788 John Wood</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41789 R. Pendlebury</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41790 E. Bennett</td><td align='right'>16</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41791 Arthur Walsh</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41792 Arthur Gregory</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41793 Harold Jackson</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41794 Joseph Sutton</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41795 Samuel Rostron</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41796 George Blagg</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41797 M. F. Graveson</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41798 A. W. Mardsley</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41799 James Pearson</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41800 Fred Duxbury</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41801 James Hurst</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41802 John Kingley</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41803 James Fairhurst</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41804 Joseph Flitcraft</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41805 Frederick Dell</td><td align='right'>5</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41806 Bertie Scott</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41807 F. Harper</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41808 Albert Whittaker</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41809 Bertha Murphy</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41810 F. A. Murphy</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41811 W. Whittaker</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41812 Thos. H. Pilling</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41813 A. H. Horrobin</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td>&mdash;&mdash;</td><td></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41814 Edith Hammett</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41815 R. C. N. Bodily</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41816 T. R. E. Kendall</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41817 H. A. Ayton</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41818 F. M. Stokes</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41819 Edith Welsh</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41820 Herbt. C. Welsh</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41821 Percy E. Welsh</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41822 Cecil A. Welsh</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41823 Lilian M. Welsh</td><td align='right'>5</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41824 Pierre David</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41825 Alice M. A. Grum</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41826 Violet Dumergue</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41827 E. M. Dumergue</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41828 Edith Hinchliffe</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41829 <span class="smcap">Jas. C. Clements</span>, Arnold (Notts)</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41830 A. W. Clements</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41831 H. M. Clements</td><td align='right'>4</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41832 Samuel Surgey</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41833 Arthur Pearson</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41834 Arthur Greaves</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41835 William Gretton</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41836 John H. Casterton</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41837 Sarah E. Lee</td><td align='right'>6</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41838 A. Hopkinson</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41839 Hedley Spray</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41840 William Moore</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41841 Annie E. Smith</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41842 James Lee</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41843 Ernest Spray</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41844 Arthur Spray</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41845 Herbert Spray</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41846 Mary E. Spray</td><td align='right'>6</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41847 William Baguley</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41848 Samuel Castleton</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41849 William Castleton</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41850 Walter Swift</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41851 Albert Greaves</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41852 Edwd. Parkinson</td><td align='right'>3</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41853 Arthur Smith</td><td align='right'>5</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41854 Florence Beckett</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41855 Sarah A. Wayte</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41856 George Beckett</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41857 Mary E. Kirk</td><td align='right'>5</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41858 Emma Woodcock</td><td align='right'>17</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41859 Elizbth. Durrant</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41860 George A. Wayte</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41861 Annie Parkinson</td><td align='right'>16</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41862 John Parkinson</td><td align='right'>5</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41863 Ada Gretton</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41864 Parker Peck</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41865 Arthur Peck</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41866 Arthur Ward</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41867 Edith Ward</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41868 Isaac Morris</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41869 Gertrude Ward</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41870 B. Skellington</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41871 John Skellington</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41872 Geo. Skellington</td><td align='right'>5</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41873 Arthr. Skellington</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41874 Stephen Pinder</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41875 Arthur Baguley</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41876 Walter Wood</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41877 Ellen Parkinson</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41878 Elizab. Parkinson</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41879 W. H. Ward</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41880 <span class="smcap">Gertrude E. Bales</span>, Norwich</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41881 Wm. M. Wright</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41882 Rose E. Bishop</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41883 Percy W. Mitchell</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41884 Laura G. Nudd</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41885 A. S. Newhouse</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41886 Charles Bishop</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41887 Donald Shields</td><td align='right'>5</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41888 Eleanor Bush</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41889 Herbert G. Smith</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41890 Henry Thompson</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41891 James Sherly</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41892 Edith M. Nudd</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41893 Horace Browne</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41894 Frederick Daines</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41895 Sydney Betts</td><td align='right'>16</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41896 Maud H. Sluman</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41897 Frank Hines</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41898 Gertrude S. Betts</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41899 Ernest T. Hook</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41900 May E. Hawes</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41901 Edith M. Ayers</td><td align='right'>6</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41902 Harry J. Parker</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41903 Ellen Barber</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41904 Maria Farrow</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41905 Harriett Mildred</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41906 Lenard J. Mobbs</td><td align='right'>6</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41907 Anna Kidd</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41908 Edith M. Betts</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41909 E. C. Winearls</td><td align='right'>18</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41910 L. A. Winearls</td><td align='right'>16</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41911 Blanche Betts</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41912 O. C. Hayward</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41913 M. E. Waller</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41914 Edith J. Downes</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41915 A. M. McGowan</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41916 Ellen Cartwright</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41917 Maggie Porter</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41918 Nellie Lewis</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41919 Jessie Porter</td><td align='right'>16</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41920 Eva M. Ward</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41921 Julia Hunt</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41922 Rosa M. Ward</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41923 A. W. Loveless</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41924 Alice M. Loveless</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41925 F. A. Loveless</td><td align='right'>6</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41926 Ellen H. Loveless</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41927 Clara P. Dunnett</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41928 Arthur F. Dunnett</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41929 Annie G. Sayer</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41930 Susanna A. Beech</td><td align='right'>20</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41931 May G. Roy</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41932 Harry R. Pearson</td><td align='right'>16</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41933 Alfred E. Roy</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41934 Catherine A. Roy</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41935 C. A. M. Gregory</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41936 F. G. Gregory</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41937 L. M. Osborne</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41938 Nellie Dawson</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41939 Gertrude Dawson</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41940 Harry L. Curl</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41941 Percy Curl</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41942 Kate Beatley</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41943 Charles Beatley</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41944 Annie H. Bone</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41945 Laura Bone</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41946 Mary A. Bales</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41947 Mary Noverre</td><td align='right'>6</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41948 Katie E. Cork</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41949 Amelior G. Ayers</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41950 R. H. Tunbridge</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41951 Hugh C. Jagger</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41952 F. F. C. Jagger</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41953 F. J. Markham</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41954 Arthur Corfield</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41955 Arthur Corbett</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41956 E. B. Hutton</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41957 <span class="smcap">Edith M. Ellis</span>, Shooter's Hill</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41958 C. Dempsey</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41959 Fredk. C. Ellis</td><td align='right'>6</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41960 Charlie Tutt</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41961 Eily Bedford</td><td align='right'>5</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41962 Emmie Barnes</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41963 Lizzie Tutt</td><td align='right'>17</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41964 George King</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41965 Nellie King</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41966 Georgina Dixon</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41967 Isabella Purvis</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41968 Mary Martin</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41969 Edith Tucker</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41970 Mary A. Fish</td><td align='right'>20</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41971 Alice Hendley</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41972 Kathln. G. Latter</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41973 Kathleen Turtle</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41974 Lilly Tutt</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41975 James Tutt</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41976 Clara E. Fisk</td><td align='right'>17</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41977 Madoline Latter</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41978 Martha Fisk</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41979 Tulip Tutt</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41980 Marion Turtle</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41981 Thomas Fisk</td><td align='right'>6</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41982 Herbert Martin</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41983 Harriett Clark</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41984 Rose Clark</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41985 Ada Barrett</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41986 Ada E. Ellis</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41987 Ada Fisk</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41988 Emily Fisk</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41989 Frederick Fisk</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41990 Jane Davies</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41991 Isabella Purvis</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41992 Janie Monument</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41993 Edith Groves</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41994 Annie Stace</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41995 Louisa Monument</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41996 Florrie Groves</td><td align='right'>17</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41997 Jessie Purvis</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41998 Alice Furlong</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>41999 Hilda M. Ellis</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42000 E. Whittingham</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42001 Maud Godfrey</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42002 Mary Tricker</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42003 Kathleen M. Ellis</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42004 Henrietta Clark</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42005 Freddy Imors</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42006 Ada Jessop</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td>&mdash;&mdash;</td><td></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42007 Amy Norgrove</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42008 Harriet Selby</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42009 Clara Lumley</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42010 Emily Selby</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42011 Margt. A. Keary</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42012 Pauline Keary</td><td align='right'>18</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42013 Ann R. Dawson</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42014 Maud B. Deacon</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42015 Edith I. Deacon</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42016 Fredk. Deacon</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42017 Edith K. Deacon</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42018 Annie B. Colman</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42019 Chas. Boardman</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42020 Kate Boardman</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42021 Florence Wood</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42022 <span class="smcap">Nellie Burdock</span>, Wisbech</td><td align='right'>17</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42023 Lottie Dann</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42024 Florence Holland</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42025 E. Farrow</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42026 Alice Nichols</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42027 F. A. Humphrey</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42028 Ethel Ferguson</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42029 Rose Dann</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42030 Annie Burdock</td><td align='right'>19</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42031 Alice Clarke</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42032 A. Walpole</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42033 May Stanley</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42034 Alfred J. Dann</td><td align='right'>17</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42035 S. Osborn</td><td align='right'>17</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42036 Charlotte Kemp</td><td align='right'>16</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42037 Carrie Peatling</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42038 F. Stockdale</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42039 Cissie Mantegani</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42040 Emmie Atkins</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42041 E. Winters</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42042 Nellie Grant</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42043 E. Budge</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42044 Emma Cobb</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42045 Walter F. Gamble</td><td align='right'>17</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42046 J. Budge</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42047 Agnes Holland</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42048 M. Oldfield</td><td align='right'>17</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42049 F. Shipley</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42050 J. Slanford</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42051 A. Way</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42052 Hattie Cox</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42053 L. Tumacliffe</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42054 Grace Tansley</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42055 Maud Oldfield</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42056 H. Candler</td><td align='right'>19</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42057 J. Donaldson</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42058 Charles W. Dann</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42059 E. Way</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42060 Annie Smith</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42061 Lizzie Bray</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42062 H. Winters</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42063 J. Shipley</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42064 Bell Woods</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42065 Katie Burdock</td><td align='right'>5</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42066 Alice Johnson</td><td align='right'>18</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42067 R. Shipley</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42068 Clara Barker</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42069 Cissie Cross</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42070 J. Plumb</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42071 Alice F. E. Rainey</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42072 Evelyn Barker</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td>&mdash;&mdash;</td><td></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42073 Agnes Primrose</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42074 <span class="smcap">Edith Lawson</span>, Kensington, L.</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42075 Kate E. Ridgeon</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42076 Ada M. Bond</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42077 Eva M. Bond</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42078 Edith Lavender</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42079 I. A. Kinninmont</td><td align='right'>18</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42080 Ethel M. Bond</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42081 Bessie Lowson</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42082 Maggie Lowson</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42083 Kate E. Chiles</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42084 Jeanie P. Dunlop</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42085 F. L. Kinninmont</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42086 George Beale</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42087 Kate M. Hooker</td><td align='right'>18</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42088 Edith Rayner</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42089 Emily Clark</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42090 George E. Clark</td><td align='right'>16</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42091 Alice Scott</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42092 Eva Scott</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42093 Harriett L. Block</td><td align='right'>16</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42094 Alice Watson</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42095 Amy N. Smith</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42096 Emily Weatherley</td><td align='right'>20</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42097 M. A. Weatherley</td><td align='right'>17</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42098 Margt. P. Watson</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42099 Caroline Roper</td><td align='right'>20</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42100 Marian Rayner</td><td align='right'>18</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42101 Charlotte Bird</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42102 J. Holmes</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42103 Rose Brown</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42104 Florry Waters</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42105 H. Collingwood</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42106 M. Hamlyn</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42107 Laura Hamlyn</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42108 Herbt. E. Adams</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42109 Percy Adams</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42110 Daisy Adams</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42111 Milly H. Smith</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42112 Janie Watson</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42113 Lilian M. Orchard</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42114 Bessie Webster</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42115 Beatrice Webster</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42116 Rachel Webster</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42117 K. Bennett</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42118 Edith Watson</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42119 Maggie Scott</td><td align='right'>17</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42120 Agnes H. Jeffrey</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42121 Maggie Beattie</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42122 Bella Cable</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42123 Ethel I. Bold&eacute;ro</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42124 M. M. Bold&eacute;ro</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42125 M. P. Lawson</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42126 Mena G. Lawson</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42127 <span class="smcap">Alice M. A. Green</span>, Hounslow</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42128 Maude A. Green</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42129 M. A. Williams</td><td align='right'>18</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42130 R. M. Green</td><td align='right'>5</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42131 W. C. Green</td><td align='right'>4</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42132 Rose Ayres</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42133 H. Ayers</td><td align='right'>6</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42134 Sarah Smith</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42135 C. Smith</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42136 Emily Smith</td><td align='right'>4</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42137 Annie Ayers</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42138 Mary H. Davis</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42139 L. Smith</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42140 Thomas Smith</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42141 Anny Hulsy</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42142 Harriett Harvy</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42143 Mary Caunin</td><td align='right'>5</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42144 Wm. J. Plunkett</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42145 Annie Plunkett</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42146 Elizbth. Plunkett</td><td align='right'>6</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42147 Ellen Binnfy</td><td align='right'>5</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42148 J. H. Jennings</td><td align='right'>6</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42149 A. Jones</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42150 B. Jones</td><td align='right'>6</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42151 J. Jones</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42152 A. Martin</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42153 E. Martin</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42154 W. Martin</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42155 Emily Harvy</td><td align='right'>6</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42156 William Harvy</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42157 Florence Vickery</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42158 Lizzie Azle</td><td align='right'>4</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42159 Thomas May</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42160 Stephen May</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42161 Fanny May</td><td align='right'>16</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42162 Eliza Azle</td><td align='right'>4</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42163 Fredk. Azle</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42164 Emily Benham</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42165 Emily Ayres</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42166 Mary A. Ansell</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42167 Rose R. Lenton</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42168 E. Paynter</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42169 W. Ansell</td><td align='right'>6</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42170 Hannah White</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42171 Thomas White</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42172 T. Fairchild</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42173 W. Turner</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42174 Rose H. Turner</td><td align='right'>6</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42175 C. Turner</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42176 M. Turner</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42177 Annie Hutchings</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42178 H. Hutchings</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42179 E. Hutchings</td><td align='right'>6</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42180 A. Hutchings</td><td align='right'>4</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42181 A. E. McCready</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42182 H. McCready</td><td align='right'>6</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42183 Wm. McCready</td><td align='right'>4</td></tr>
+<tr><td>&mdash;&mdash;</td><td></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42184 Bessie Dawe</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42185 Alice L. Loney</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42186 Ralph E. Loney</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42187 Annie L. Carver</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42188 Edith M. Jones</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42189 <span class="smcap">Emma Maynard</span>, Shepherd's Bh.</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42190 M. A. Maynard</td><td align='right'>17</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42191 Edith Sanders</td><td align='right'>19</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42192 Bertha Sanders</td><td align='right'>18</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42193 Evelyn Goode</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42194 Eliza Joslin</td><td align='right'>16</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42195 Florence Bailey</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42196 Alice Bailey</td><td align='right'>16</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42197 Mary Bailey</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42198 Mary Jackson</td><td align='right'>17</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42199 Lillian R. Taviner</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42200 Ada H. Leeming</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42201 Wm. W. Stoney</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42202 Geo. H. Stoney</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42203 Emily Hird</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42204 Isaac Hird</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42205 Eliza Hird</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42206 Mary Hird</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42207 Mary Dormain</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42208 James White</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42209 Alice White</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42210 R. H. Wright</td><td align='right'>16</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42211 M. A. Farrington</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42212 Ada Shepherd</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42213 Lydia Canacott</td><td align='right'>20</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42214 Edgar R. Dunman</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42215 G. M. E. Clarke</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42216 Ada James</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42217 Clara James</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42218 Marianne Singer</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42219 Millicent Holden</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42220 Alice M. Fruin</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42221 M. Carpenter</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42222 Annie E. Fruin</td><td align='right'>16</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42223 Edith A. Fruin</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42224 H. Fruin</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42225 F. E. Fordham</td><td align='right'>16</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42226 Kate Fordham</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42227 Kate Fordham</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42228 Alice M. Smith</td><td align='right'>16</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42229 Jeanie Johnstone</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42230 Nellie Beeson</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42231 Lavinia Richards</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42232 Florence Levey</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42233 Agatha Cock</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42234 K. Buckus</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
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+<tr><td align='left'>42236 Annie C. Fairy</td><td align='right'>6</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42237 Earl Pettit</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42238 Emily Pettit</td><td align='right'>16</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42239 John W. Pettit</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
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+<tr><td align='left'>42243 Fanny E. Hopkins</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
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+<tr><td align='left'>42245 R. E. Anderson</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42246 Caroline Hobden</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42247 Edith Dawson</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42248 Blanche Dawson</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td>&mdash;&mdash;</td><td></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42249 Samuel Pinder</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42250 P. E. Gee</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42251 Ellen Stace</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
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+<tr><td align='left'>42254 T. A. Minoprio</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42255 <span class="smcap">Rachel R. Kinloch</span>, Rothesay</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42256 Joseph A. Murray</td><td align='right'>18</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42257 Elizabeth Murray</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
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+<tr><td align='left'>42259 Robt. S McKim</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
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+<tr><td align='left'>42261 Agnes B. Cook</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
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+<tr><td align='left'>42264 Maggie Smith</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
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+<tr><td align='left'>42266 Bessie Ronald</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42267 Agnes Ronald</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
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+<tr><td align='left'>42269 S. McKellar</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42270 C. M. Kinnon</td><td align='right'>19</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>32271 Jessie R. Wright</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42272 Margaret Warren</td><td align='right'>20</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42273 Jane S. Brown</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42274 Agnes S. Brown</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42275 John Brown</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42276 Janet S. Black</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42277 Jane Black</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42278 Maggie Ferrier</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42279 Susie Bell</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42280 H. Montgomerie</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42281 Maggie J. Duncan</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42282 Isabella McIntyre</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42283 Annie Wilson</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42284 Janet Wilson</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42285 Annie Duncan</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42286 Lizzie Clunas</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42287 Kate Sharp</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42288 B. S. S. Morrison</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42289 Christina Waugh</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42290 Bella Mitchell</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42291 Agnes A. Black</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42292 Alexander Black</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42293 K. D. Macdougall</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42294 I. D. Macdougall</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42295 Maggie E. Philip</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42296 Gracie Gray</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42297 Elizab. J. Heron</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42298 Helen Heron</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42299 Elizabth. L. Smith</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42300 Lily McMillan</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42301 Mary McKinnon</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42302 Maggie Hunter</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42303 Flora Hunter</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42304 Louisa Donald</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42305 M. Paterson</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42306 Jane Clark</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td>&mdash;&mdash;</td><td></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42307 Frank H. Barber</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42308 K. Bennett</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42309 <span class="smcap">Geo. A. Graveson</span>, Bolton</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42310 Ada A. Fletcher</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42311 Jane Fenton</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42312 Nellie Evans</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42313 Lizzie Hall</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42314 Annie Rosbottom</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42315 Arabella Taylor</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42316 Arthur M. Evans</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42317 Robert Evans</td><td align='right'>6</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42318 S. J. Graveson</td><td align='right'>16</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42319 F. M. Fletcher</td><td align='right'>4</td></tr>
+<tr><td></td><td><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_057" id="Page_057">[Pg 57]</a></span></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42320 Elizabeth F. Mee</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42321 Mary Mee</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42322 Jessie Harper</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42323 Mabel Tibsey</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42324 Albert Orrell</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42325 Nancy Schooles</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42326 George Rostron</td><td align='right'>6</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>43327 Bertha Schools</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42328 E. Birtinshaw</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42329 Chas. Birtinshaw</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42330 Beatrice Rostron</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42331 Edith Rostron</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42332 Harry Rostron</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42333 B. Birtinshaw</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42334 F. M. Greenhalgh</td><td align='right'>6</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42335 A. F. Greenhalgh</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42336 C. E. Greenhalgh</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42337 Ellen Colinson</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42338 Jane Colinson</td><td align='right'>17</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42339 Prudence Corner</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42340 Lily Corner</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42341 Tily Orrell</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42342 Fred Orrell</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42343 Willie Orrell</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42344 Fred Davis</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42345 Lenard Hesketh</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42346 Harry Moors</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42347 William Tomison</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42348 Edwin Almond</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42349 Harry Haworth</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42350 Fredk. Wilcock</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42351 James Horrocks</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42352 Samuel Rigby</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42353 William Batter</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42354 George Moors</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42355 Samuel Lomax</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42356 Harry Gastle</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42357 James Shaw</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42358 Fred Shaw</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42359 John Amer</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42360 John Morden</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td>&mdash;&mdash;</td><td></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42361 K. L. Mackenzie</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42362 W. F. Mackenzie</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42363 H. D. Mackenzie</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42364 E. V. Hensley</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42365 Percy W. Smith</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42366 James H. Smith</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42367 B. E. Harris</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
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+<tr><td align='left'>42369 Coral Montague</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42370 Bessie J. Ellis</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42371 Ethel Freund</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42372 George J. Freund</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42373 H. M. Vaughan</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42374 Bryan W. Bulman</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42375 C. E. Bulman</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42376 E. M. Mackenzie</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42377 G. P. Bulman</td><td align='right'>6</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42378 Arthur G. Foxon</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42379 Annie L. Foxon</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42380 John H. Foxon</td><td align='right'>17</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42381 Wm. E. Foxon</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42382 James Watson</td><td align='right'>6</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42383 E. M. C. Standen</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42384 <span class="smcap">Cyril H. Todd</span>, Skipton</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42385 Margt. Bradley</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42386 Edith W. Fox</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42387 H. W. Hargrove</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42388 Sissy Haycroft</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42389 Charles E. Hirst</td><td align='right'>20</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42390 Ben W. Clayton</td><td align='right'>17</td></tr>
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+<tr><td align='left'>42302 Daniel Verity</td><td align='right'>19</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42393 Jany Hirst</td><td align='right'>19</td></tr>
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+<tr><td align='left'>42395 T. Whiteoak</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42396 Sarah Lobley</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42397 Hannah Swire</td><td align='right'>17</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42398 Agnes Whiteoak</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42399 Caroline Butter</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
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+<tr><td align='left'>42401 Ellen M. Wynn</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42402 M. A. Thornton</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42403 C. E. Whiteoak</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42404 Ethel E. Williams</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42405 Geo. R. Williams</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42406 V. E. Wynn</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42407 Ethel G. Wynn</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42408 Cyril E. Wynn</td><td align='right'>16</td></tr>
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+<tr><td align='left'>42412 Adina Garnett</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42413 Sarah E. Bradley</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42414 D. Coulthard</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42415 Thos. Mawson</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42416 Eliza Fountain</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42417 Arthur Garnett</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42418 A. A. Hargrave</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42419 Sarah J. Geldard</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42420 Mary E. Maud</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42421 Reena A. Hirst</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42422 Sykes Hirst</td><td align='right'>17</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42423 Fanny Haycroft</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42424 Mary H. Fox</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42425 Alice Shaw</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
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+<tr><td align='left'>42428 Willie Craven</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42429 Edith Windle</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
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+<tr><td align='left'>42431 Oscar Craven</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42432 John E. Bradley</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42433 Ain&eacute;e Hargrave</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42434 James Whiteoak</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42435 Geo. Mainprize</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td>&mdash;&mdash;</td><td></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42436 Mabel H. Plant</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42437 Lucy J. Clarke</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42438 Laura M. Lloyd</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42439 <span class="smcap">Ernest Brearley</span>, Bedford</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42440 George Gowing</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42441 Arthur Swinton</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
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+<tr><td align='left'>42443 Bertie Mannell</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42444 A. Leadbeater</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42445 Percy Talbot</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42446 Hettie Henville</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
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+<tr><td align='left'>42448 Edwd. G. Neame</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42449 Alfred J. Mant</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42450 Herbert Droive</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42451 C. F. Waterman</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42452 James Platts</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42453 William Droive</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42454 Edith Platts</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42455 Charles Purcell</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42456 John Wilson</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42457 Hilda Bentham</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42458 Willie Whitlock</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42459 John Cawley</td><td align='right'>16</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42460 Henry Heap</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42461 William Dotchin</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42462 Godfrey Droive</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42463 Wm. H. Hare</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42464 Annie Kelley</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
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+<tr><td align='left'>42467 George Sheffield</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42468 R. Locke</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42469 J. Crook</td><td align='right'>17</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42470 Herbert Russell</td><td align='right'>17</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42471 L. Short</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42472 Violet Sheffield</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42473 William Mitchell</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42474 J. Lloyd</td><td align='right'>16</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42475 Cecil Mitchell</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42476 W. Brien</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42477 Thomas Sheffield</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42478 John Everard</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42479 Hugh Watson</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42480 Willie Homes</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42481 Hedley Brasier</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42482 Ralph Sheldon</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42483 Osborne Parr</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42484 R. Matthews</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42485 A. S. Soung</td><td align='right'>16</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42486 George C. Brand</td><td align='right'>16</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42487 Emma Bell</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42488 Graham Gosling</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42489 <span class="smcap">Eliz. Harker</span>, Chesterfield</td><td align='right'>18</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42490 C. M. Parker</td><td align='right'>18</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42491 John Hawken</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42492 Wm. H. Parker</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42493 M. Z. Tomlinson</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42494 Helena Hayman</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42495 Edith Platt</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42496 Joseph M. Benson</td><td align='right'>6</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42497 Arthur J. Benson</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42498 Edith A. King</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42499 Serena Burdon</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42500 Alfred J. Harker</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42501 Frank Sampson</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42502 B. Sampson</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42503 Annie Stray</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42504 J. M. Sampson</td><td align='right'>6</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42505 M. J. Caparn</td><td align='right'>16</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42506 Harold Caparn</td><td align='right'>18</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42507 E. R. Caparn</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42508 A. S. Caparn</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42509 Annie B. Whiles</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42510 Mabel A. Whiles</td><td align='right'>5</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42511 Florrie A. Whiles</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42512 Kate M. Whiles</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42513 A. O. Harrison</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42514 Rowland Smith</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42515 Ethel Bright</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42516 Arthur A. Smith</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42517 Dora Greaves</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42518 M. Hollingworth</td><td align='right'>18</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42519 Amy Deeley</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42520 D. R. Handley</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42521 E. B. Brown</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42522 C. E. Stevenson</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42523 Elizabeth Oliver</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42524 Sarah Ward</td><td align='right'>17</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42525 Mary Smith</td><td align='right'>17</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42526 C. E. Drabble</td><td align='right'>18</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42527 E. Hollingworth</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42528 Edith Walker</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42529 E. P. Huggins</td><td align='right'>16</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42530 F. J. Wheatcroft</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42531 Ernest A. King</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42532 Lizzie Davenport</td><td align='right'>18</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42533 G. M. Drabble</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42534 Edgar C. Benson</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42535 Annie E. Fox</td><td align='right'>16</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42536 E. M. Knowles</td><td align='right'>19</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42537 L. Woodward</td><td align='right'>16</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42538 A. M. Webster</td><td align='right'>6</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42539 Mary Harker</td><td align='right'>16</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42540 <span class="smcap">Herbt. R. Heyhoe</span>, Swaffham</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42541 Grace E. Heyh</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42542 H. Heyhoe</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42543 Harry Ward</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42544 Sarah J. Wilson</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42545 H. E. Warnes</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42546 Gertrude Warnes</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42547 H. Thurgood</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42548 Bathsheba Scarf</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42549 E. Spencer</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42550 Horace Smith</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42551 Stanley Smith</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42552 Sydney Smith</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42553 Robert Smith</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42554 Ernest Rolfe</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42555 William Rolfe</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42556 John Rose</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42557 Amy Pheasant</td><td align='right'>16</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42558 Ethel Pheasant</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42559 Ernest Pheasant</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42560 Ernest Powley</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42561 Ada Payne</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42562 Guy Matthews</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42563 Lilian Nuthall</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42564 Ernest Nuthall</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42565 Fredk. Johnson</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42566 Edgar C. Johnson</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42567 Willie Johnson</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42568 Frances Kew</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42569 Charles Kew</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42570 Posseen Hill</td><td align='right'>16</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42571 Edmund Green</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42572 Chas. Durrant</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42573 John Cross</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42574 Herbert Cross</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42575 Walter Clark</td><td align='right'>16</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42576 Ernest Copland</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42577 Emily Cooke</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42578 Ernest Carter</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42579 Edgar Carter</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42580 Emma Burton</td><td align='right'>18</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42581 T. Bunting</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42582 Olive Blomfield</td><td align='right'>16</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42583 G. Blomfield</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42584 Fredk. Alpe</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42585 R. E. Alpe</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42586 Ernest Alpe</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42587 Horace Alpe</td><td align='right'>6</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42588 Harry Alpe</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42589 Alice M. Alpe</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td>&mdash;&mdash;</td><td></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42590 Alice Grieve</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42591 Janet Bell</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42592 Cath. Redshaw</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42593 Elizabeth Cook</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42594 H. W. Turner</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42595 Robert Ainslie</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42596 Agnes Ainslie</td><td align='right'>17</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42597 John Shiel</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42598 Clara Peden</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42599 John Elliot</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42600 Janet Renwick</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42601 Mary Renwick</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42602 Agnes Elliot</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42603 James Ridshaw</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42604 Jane Wilson</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42605 Jessie Hall</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42606 A. M. MacLeod</td><td align='right'>19</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42607 Elsie F. Boulton</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42608 Henrietta L. May</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42609 Marion Hill</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42610 Ada Fish</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42611 M. E. van Gelder</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42612 Annie I. Boydell</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42613 Isabel Hill</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42614 Mary L. Jones</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42615 A. E. B. Jones</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42616 W. L. Darbyshire</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42617 C. A. Darbyshire</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42618 L. M. Darbyshire</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42619 Henry C. Harris</td><td align='right'>6</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42620 A. M. Twining</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42621 <span class="smcap">Edith Sealy</span>, Weybridge</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42622 Rachel E. Spyers</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42623 Annie Wilson</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42624 Tiny Garvice</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42625 Edith Sherwood</td><td align='right'>19</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42626 Wm. Gammon</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42627 Nellie Atherstone</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42628 Percy Rose</td><td align='right'>18</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42629 Florie Armstrong</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42630 G. Waters</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42631 Alice Castle</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42632 Montie Castle</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42633 Maud Castle</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42634 Bessie Era</td><td align='right'>16</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42635 E. Thomas</td><td align='right'>16</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42636 Henry Laity</td><td align='right'>4</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42637 John Beckerleg</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42638 E. A. Boase</td><td align='right'>16</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42639 John Angove</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42640 Abigail Jago</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42641 H. Short</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42642 Elizabeth Beare</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42643 Bessie Botterill</td><td align='right'>17</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42644 Adela Sealy</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42645 Minnie Groves</td><td align='right'>20</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42646 Janie Jeffery</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42647 Amy Castle</td><td align='right'>17</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42648 Susan Light</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42649 Joseph Light</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42650 George Smith</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42651 W. H. Spyers</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42652 Ellie Marks</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>42653 Maude Sealy</td><td align='right'>16</td></tr>
+</table>
+</div>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+
+<h2><a name="True_Stories_About_Pets_Anecdotes" id="True_Stories_About_Pets_Anecdotes"></a>TRUE STORIES ABOUT PETS, ANECDOTES, &amp;c.</h2>
+
+<h4>QUEER DOINGS OF A HEN.</h4>
+
+<p><span class="dropcap153b"><span class="dropcap">D</span></span><span class="smcap">EAR Mr. Editor</span>,&mdash;I am writing to
+tell you of a hen who had a good
+memory. She had some ducks' eggs
+put under her, which she sat on and
+hatched; she was very proud of her
+brood, and accordingly she took them
+out into the yard. In the yard was a
+pond, which the young ducks immediately ran to, and in they
+went. She was in a great fright, and flew from the shore to
+an island there was in the middle of the pond incessantly, and
+ran round and round, and called them, but in vain. After a
+time they came out of the pond, and she brought them up
+quite safely.</p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 250px;">
+<img src="images/i153a.jpg" width="250" height="188" alt="Illustration" title="Illustration" />
+</div>
+
+<p>Again she was set on duck's eggs, and again
+they went into the pond and put her in a terrible fright.
+These she reared as before. After this she was set upon hen's
+eggs, and she hatched them all. Then she took the chickens
+into the yard, expecting them to go into the pond as the
+ducklings had; but they would not go near. So she called
+to them, and flew backwards and forwards from the island;
+and when they would not go in she actually took each one
+and tipped it over into the water! Thus she drowned all
+her brood&mdash;a very queer thing for a hen to do.</p>
+
+<p class="right"><span class="smcap">Florence J. Meddlycot.</span><br />
+(Aged 12&frac34;.)</p>
+
+<p><i>Hill Vicarage, Falfield, R. S. O., Gloucestershire.</i></p>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<h4>A STRANGE NURSLING.</h4>
+
+<p><span class="dropcap153b"><span class="dropcap">D</span></span><span class="smcap">EAR Mr. Editor</span>,&mdash;A friend of mine many years ago
+was walking with her brothers and sisters, when she
+found a young rabbit which had been slightly hurt.
+She picked it up and resolved to take it home and keep it.
+But now the question arose, How was she to feed it? Suddenly
+a bright idea seized her. The cat at home had lately
+had kittens, and some of them being drowned, she (the girl)
+determined to put the rabbit with the survivors. She did so,
+and to her delight the cat brought it up as one of her own.</p>
+
+<p class="right"><span class="smcap">Sidney H. Duxbury.</span><br />
+(Aged 13&frac34;.)</p>
+
+<p><i>Locksley, Southborne-on-Sea, near Christchurch, Hants.</i></p>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<h4>WHO HID THE BRUSHES?</h4>
+
+<p><span class="dropcap153b"><span class="dropcap">D</span></span><span class="smcap">EAR Mr. Editor</span>,&mdash;My mother had a horse which
+she used to drive called "Jacky," who disliked being
+groomed. The stable-men kept their brushes in a
+little cupboard near his stall; but sometimes when they came
+to groom him they could not find them. So one day they
+watched him, and saw him slip his halter and go to the cupboard
+and knock with his nose until he got it open. Then
+he took out the brushes and hid them under his straw!</p>
+
+<p class="right"><span class="smcap">Adelaide Bentinck.</span><br />
+(Aged 11.)</p>
+
+<p><i>Froyle House, Alton, Hants.</i></p>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<h4>A CURIOUS FRIENDSHIP.</h4>
+
+<p><span class="dropcap153b"><span class="dropcap">D</span></span><span class="smcap">EAR Mr. Editor</span>,&mdash;Last year, when we were staying
+at Amiens, I was very much struck by a great friendship
+between a duck and a heron, both of which
+were in the hotel garden. The heron looked very ill and
+weak, and used to remain in the same spot for a long time,
+standing first on one leg and then the other, the duck lying a
+little distance off. When the heron wished to walk about
+it gave a feeble croak, and the duck would immediately join
+it, and the two commenced walking round the garden. When
+the heron was tired, it gave another croak, and the two companions
+stopped their walk. The only time that the duck
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_058" id="Page_058">[Pg 58]</a></span>
+left the heron entirely was for its meals, as the two birds were
+fed at different times. The heron had a great aversion to
+rain, and at the least drop would shiver, and shake its
+feathers. So, when it began to rain, the duck hurried its
+companion on until they reached the little shed where they
+slept. Sometimes the heron would begin walking without
+giving its croak for the duck to accompany it. This annoyed
+the duck dreadfully, and it used to waddle after the heron,
+quacking very angrily. If the heron appeared more unwell
+than usual, the duck redoubled its attention. It was most
+curious and interesting to watch them.</p>
+
+<p class="right"><span class="smcap">Muriel Nash.</span><br />
+(Aged 14&frac14;.)</p>
+
+<p><i>Tudor House, Belvedere Road, Upper Norwood, S. E.</i></p>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Note.</span>&mdash;Each Story, Anecdote, &amp;c., when sent to the
+Editor, must be certified by a Parent, Teacher, or other
+responsible person, as being both <i>True and Original</i>.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+
+<h2><a name="Our_Little_Folks_Own_Corner" id="Our_Little_Folks_Own_Corner"></a>OUR LITTLE FOLKS' OWN CORNER.</h2>
+
+<h4>ANSWER TO "PICTURE STORY WANTING WORDS" (Vol. XIX., <i>p.</i> 320).</h4>
+
+<h4>SECOND PRIZE ANSWER.</h4>
+
+<p><span class="dropcap157"><span class="dropcap">L</span></span><span class="smcap">ittle</span> Freddie Mayton's father lived in America,
+but Freddie did not live with him, for he was very
+delicate, and his father's home was among the
+rice plantations, and it was not at all healthy; so
+Freddie went away and lived with his mother, about seven
+miles from his father.</p>
+
+<p>Not being very strong he was allowed to run about as he
+liked, and he got fond of the negro servants who worked
+about his home, but one especially, whom he called "Uncle
+Sam."</p>
+
+<p>Uncle Sam was a powerful-looking old man, but he was
+now getting past work, and he could not get his liberty, so
+he was obliged to work on.</p>
+
+<p>He was as fond of Freddie as Freddie was of him, and he
+was always ready to do anything for the little boy, from
+carrying him on his back (for Freddie was only six years old)
+to picking oranges for him to eat as he sat on the grass
+beneath the cool shade of a tree. Freddie's seventh birthday
+had come round, and his father had sent him a kind little
+letter saying that if he wanted almost anything he could get
+him he should have <ins class="correction" title="Transcriber's note: original has no period">it.</ins></p>
+
+<p>Freddie was delighted, and began to think what he should
+ask for. He had everything a reasonable boy could wish for.
+At last he thought of something. It was this he would ask
+for&mdash;Uncle Sam's freedom.</p>
+
+<p>He sat down at once and wrote a note to his father saying
+the thing he most wished for was Uncle Sam's freedom, and
+he should be very pleased if his father would grant it to him.
+Then he sealed it up, and running out told a servant to ride
+with it to his father.</p>
+
+<p>He did not tell Uncle Sam anything about it, for fear his
+father would not grant his request.</p>
+
+<p>When his birthday came, he had a present from his mother
+and some little things from nearly all the servants of the
+household (for they all liked him), but there was no letter.</p>
+
+<p>After breakfast, he wandered out into the garden, and
+walked towards some high ground to see whether he could
+see anything of a messenger. Yes! there sure enough was a
+horseman riding towards the house, and by the time Freddie
+had got to the door the man had reached it. He handed
+Freddie a letter, which he eagerly tore open.</p>
+
+<p>When he had read it, he ran quickly to Uncle Sam's hut,
+for his father had said that though it was rather a surprising
+request he would grant it, for Uncle Sam had served him for
+more than forty years.</p>
+
+<p>When Freddie reached the hut Uncle Sam was sitting on
+a stone outside the cottage door, smoking his pipe. Freddie
+leaned against his knee and read him the letter, and when
+Uncle Sam heard it he thanked his little benefactor so much
+that Freddie declared he had never enjoyed a birthday
+present so much.</p>
+
+<p class="right"><span class="smcap">Edith E. Lucy.</span><br />
+(Aged 12.)</p>
+
+<p><i>Thornleigh, 50, Woodstock Road, Oxford.</i><br />
+
+Certified by <span class="smcap">Alice Lucy</span> (Mother).</p>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<h4>LIST OF HONOUR.</h4>
+
+<p><i>First Prize</i> (<i>Divided</i>):&mdash;<i>Half-Guinea Book, with Officer's
+Medal of the "Little Folks" Legion of Honour, to</i> <span class="smcap">C. Maude
+Battersby</span> (15), Cromlyn, Rathowen, Co. West Meath,
+Ireland; <i>and Half-Guinea Book with Officer's Medal to</i>
+<span class="smcap">Mary Johnson</span> (15&frac34;), Boldmere Road, Chester Road, near
+Birmingham. <i>Second Prize (Seven-Shilling-and-Sixpenny
+Book), with Officer's Medal</i>:&mdash;<span class="smcap">Edith E. Lucy</span> (12), Thornleigh,
+50, Woodstock Road, Oxford. <i>Honourable Mention,
+with Member's Medal</i>:&mdash;<span class="smcap">Kate S. Williams</span> (15), 96,
+Oakfield Road, Penge; <span class="smcap">Gertrude E. Butler</span> (12&frac12;), 34,
+Lorne Street, Fairfield, Liverpool; <span class="smcap">Louie W. Smith</span> (15),
+11, Woodstock Terrace, Glasgow; <span class="smcap">Margaret Simpson</span>
+(12), Elmhurst, near Garstang, N. Lancashire; <span class="smcap">Mary
+Welsh</span> (14), 1, Barton Terrace, Dawlish; Winifred L.
+Coventry (11&frac34;), Severn Stoke Rectory, near Worcester;
+<span class="smcap">Kate Chandler</span> (14), 1, The Terrace, Champion Hill;
+<span class="smcap">William R. Burnett</span> (15), Scotby Vicarage, Carlisle.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+
+<h4><a name="Answers_To_Our_Little_Folks_Own_Puzzles" id="Answers_To_Our_Little_Folks_Own_Puzzles"></a>ANSWERS TO OUR LITTLE FOLKS' OWN PUZZLES (<i>Vol. XIX., page 377</i>).</h4>
+
+<p class="center">METAGRAMS.</p>
+
+<p class="center">1. Pin. Tin. Gin. Fin. Bin. Sin.</p>
+<p class="center">2. Red. Bed. Wed. Fed. Led.</p>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<p class="center">MENTAL HISTORICAL SCENE.</p>
+
+<p class="center">Iphigenia, daughter of Agamemnon, King of Argos, in
+Greece.</p>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<p class="center">WHEEL PUZZLE.&mdash;<span class="smcap">Lincoln</span>.</p>
+
+<p class="center">1. <b>L</b> ion. 2. <b>I</b> ron. 3. <b>N</b> oon. 4. <b>C</b> hin. 5. <b>O</b> wen.</p>
+<p class="center">6. <b>L</b> ean. 7. <b>N</b> oun.</p>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<p class="center">MISSING LETTER PUZZLE.</p>
+<div class="block width350">
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Tell me not, in mournful numbers,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">'Life is but an empty dream!'<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For the soul is dead that slumbers,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And things are not what they seem."<br /></span>
+<span class="i11"><span class="smcap">Longfellow</span>, <i>A Psalm of Life.</i><br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<p class="center">GEOGRAPHICAL DOUBLE ACROSTIC.</p>
+
+<p class="center">1. <b>C</b> ogna <b>C</b>. 2. <b>O</b> mag <b>H</b>. 3. <b>T</b> ripol <b>I</b>. 4. <b>S</b> unda <b>L</b>.</p>
+<p class="center">5. <b>W</b> illemstad <b>T</b>. 6. <b>O</b> us <b>E</b>. 7. <b>L</b> eiceste <b>R</b>. 8. <b>D</b> evo <b>N</b>.</p>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<p class="center">HIDDEN PROVERB.</p>
+
+<p class="center">"The least said, the soonest mended."</p>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<p class="center">DIAMOND PUZZLE.&mdash;<span class="smcap">Liverpool.</span></p>
+
+<p class="center">1. <i>L</i>. 2. T <i>I</i> n. 3. Da <i>V</i> id. 4. App <i>E</i> ars. 5. <b>LIVERPOOL.</b></p>
+<p class="center">6. Tem <b>P</b> lar. 7. Sc <b>O</b> ne. 8. D <b>O</b> g. 9. <b>L.</b></p>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<p class="center">DOUBLETS.</p>
+
+<p class="center">1. Book, boot, blot, plot, plat. 2. Fire, fare, care, cart,
+cast. 3. Tub, tun, tan, pan.</p>
+<p class="center">4. Fare, fame, lame, lamp.
+5. Bad, bid, bin, fin. 6. Soap, soar, sour, four, foul, foal.</p>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<p class="center">A BIRD VIGNETTE.</p>
+
+<p class="center">Head of a Rook.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_059" id="Page_059">[Pg 59]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="Our_Music_Page" id="Our_Music_Page"></a>Our Music Page.</h2>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 580px;">
+<img src="images/i160.jpg" width="580" height="800" alt="Music - Three Little Squirrels by Charles Bassett" title="Music - Three Little Squirrels by Charles Bassett" />
+</div>
+
+<p><i>Three Little Squirrels.</i></p>
+
+<p><i>Humorously</i>.</p>
+
+<p><i>Words and Music by</i> <span class="smcap">Charles Bassett</span>.</p>
+
+<p>1. Oh! three little squirrels lived in a big wood&mdash;Three naughty young fellows, who
+called themselves good, And thought it not wrong to play all day long, Instead of hunting for
+food. Their father and mother worked hard ev'ry day, Providing for winter&mdash;while
+they were at play&mdash;With care adding more each day to the store Of acorns and nuts hid away.</p>
+
+<p>2. One day they were merry as merry could be, No time then for work had these
+idle young three; So, wanting a meal, they thought they would steal The nuts stored up in the
+tree. When laden and weary at setting of sun, Their father came home and saw
+what they had done, He scolded them roundly, and whipp'd them all soundly, And soon put an end to their fun.</p>
+
+<p>3. The winter came quickly, and made them feel sad, For sometimes there scarce was a
+meal to be had; Then vowed they no more to steal from the store, But hard to work would be
+glad. So let me this piece of advice give to you, "Don't steal from the cupboard or
+that you'll soon rue; Waste not, for 'tis wrong, and want brings ere long: You can't <i>eat</i> and <i>have</i> your cake too!"</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_060" id="Page_060">[Pg 60]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="Our_Little_Folks_Own_Puzzles" id="Our_Little_Folks_Own_Puzzles"></a>OUR LITTLE FOLKS' OWN PUZZLES.</h2>
+
+<p class="center">RIDDLE-ME-REE.</p>
+
+<p><span class="dropcap162a"><span class="dropcap">M</span></span><span class="smcap">y</span> first is in vase, but not in glass.<br />
+My second is in iron, but not in brass.<br />
+My third is in goodness, but not in sin.<br />
+My fourth is in coal, but not in tin.<br />
+My fifth is in sleet, but not in snow.<br />
+My sixth is in hit, but not in blow.<br />
+My whole is a flower that most people know.</p>
+
+<p class="right"><span class="smcap">Gertie Heaver.</span><br />
+(Aged 13.)</p>
+
+<p><i>164, Dereham Road, Norwich.</i></p>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<p class="center">SINGLE ACROSTIC.</p>
+
+<p><span class="dropcap162b"><span class="dropcap">T</span></span><span class="smcap">he</span> initials form the name of a man or boy.<br />
+1. A girl's name.<br />
+2. A lair.<br />
+3. That which fishes live in.<br />
+4. Part of the body.<br />
+5. A contest.<br />
+6. A water bird.</p>
+
+
+<p class="right"><span class="smcap">M. E. Dansey.</span><br />
+(Aged 9&frac34;.)</p>
+
+<p><i>Ampney Park, Cirencester.</i></p>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
+<img src="images/i163.jpg" width="600" height="265" alt="Poetical Rebus" title="Poetical Rebus" />
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">poetical rebus.</span><br />The Answer is a verse from a well-known Poem.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<p class="center">TRANSPOSED LETTER PUZZLE.</p>
+
+<p><span class="dropcap164a"><span class="dropcap">P</span></span><span class="smcap">lace</span> these letters aright, and you will see three proverbs
+come to view.<br />
+1. Aadegghiillllnoorssttttt.<br />
+2. Aaadeefhiillllprvw.<br />
+3. Aaadddeeehhhimmnnooosssstt.<br /></p>
+
+<p class="right"><span class="smcap">Milson R. Rhodes.</span><br />
+(Aged 12&frac34;.)</p>
+
+<p><i>Crefeld Villa, Withington, near Manchester.</i></p>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<p class="center">HIDDEN PROVERB.</p>
+
+<p><span class="dropcap164b"><span class="dropcap">I</span></span><span class="smcap">have</span> lost every one of my shells.<br />
+That cloud prophesies a storm.<br />
+He has just received your note.<br />
+George, let us go for a walk.<br />
+James has given me a silver pencil.<br />
+I have torn the lining of my coat.</p>
+
+
+<p class="right"><span class="smcap">Edwin Potter.</span><br />
+(Aged 10&frac12;)</p>
+
+<p><i>Price Street, York.</i></p>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<p class="center">ARITHMOREM.</p>
+
+<p>57 + EGNOSNT = an explorer.<br />
+150 + 50 + PAEA = a mathematician.<br />
+1051 + ONT = a poet.<br />
+1101 + AREA = a continent.<br />
+1100 + NAUNHUS = a composer.<br />
+550 + NOON = a city.</p>
+
+<p class="right"><span class="smcap">Alice Mossman.</span><br />
+(Aged 13.)</p>
+
+<p><i>Daisy Hilly Bradford, Yorks.</i></p>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<p class="center">DOUBLE ACROSTIC.</p>
+
+<p><span class="dropcap165a"><span class="dropcap">T</span></span><span class="smcap">he</span> second letter of each word, and the last letter but
+one of each word, read downwards form the names
+of two fishes.<br />
+
+1. Asserts.<br />
+2. An exclamation.<br />
+3. A vehicle.<br />
+4. Oxen.<br />
+5. Something that points.<br />
+6. To stick.<br />
+7. To handle.<br />
+8. One of the parts of speech.</p>
+
+<p class="right"><span class="smcap">Bessie Nicholson.</span><br />
+(Aged 10&frac14;.)</p>
+
+<p><i>202, Evering Road, U. Clapton.</i></p>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<p class="center">MISSING LETTER PUZZLE.</p>
+
+<p>A verse by Coleridge.</p>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I &times; e &times; r &times; h &times; e &times; n &times; i &times; n &times; m &times; r &times; n &times; r!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">&times; f &times; a &times; t &times; y &times; k &times; n &times; y &times; a &times; d!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">&times; n &times; t &times; o &times; a &times; t &times; o &times; g &times; n &times; l &times; n &times; a &times; d &times; r &times; w &times;,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">a &times; i &times; t &times; e &times; i &times; b &times; d &times; e &times; s &times; n &times;.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="right"><span class="smcap">Christabel G. Marshall.</span><br />
+(Aged 12&frac14;).</p>
+
+<p><i>10, Worcester Terrace, Clifton.</i></p>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<p class="center">SQUARE WORD.</p>
+
+<p>1. A girl's name. 2. An open space. 3. The back part. 4. Spun wool.</p>
+
+<p class="right"><span class="smcap">Lily Walpole.</span><br />
+(Aged 13&frac12;.)</p>
+
+<p><i>James Road, Stornoway, N.B.</i></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_061" id="Page_061">[Pg 61]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="Prize_Puzzle_Competition" id="Prize_Puzzle_Competition"></a>PRIZE PUZZLE COMPETITION.</h2>
+
+<p><span class="dropcap153b"><span class="dropcap">D</span></span><span class="smcap">uring</span> the next six months we propose to make
+a variation in our Prize Competitions which will, we
+think, prove an additional attraction to our readers
+both at home and abroad. In the place of Two Quarterly
+Competitions there will be Three Competitions, each extending
+over two months, as below:&mdash;</p>
+
+<p class="blockquot">I. <span class="smcap">The Summer Competition</span>, consisting of Puzzles
+appearing in the present (July) and the August
+Numbers.</p>
+
+<p class="blockquot">II. <span class="smcap">The Home and Foreign Competition</span>, specially
+introduced for the purpose of giving readers residing
+abroad an opportunity of competing on
+favourable terms. Particulars of this will appear
+in the September Number.</p>
+
+<p class="blockquot">III. <span class="smcap">The Winter Competition</span>, consisting of Puzzles
+appearing in the November and December Parts.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Prizes.</span></p>
+
+<p class="blockquot">I. In the <span class="smcap">Summer Competition</span> there will be a First
+Prize of a Guinea Volume; a Second Prize of a
+Half-Guinea Volume; a Third Prize of a Five-Shilling
+Volume, awarded in <span class="smcap">Each Division</span>,
+viz., the <span class="smcap">Senior Division</span> for girls and boys
+between the ages of 14 and 16 (<i>inclusive</i>), and the
+<span class="smcap">Junior Division</span> for those <i>under</i> 14 years of age.
+There will also be awards of Bronze Medals, of the
+<span class="smcap">Little Folks</span> Legion of Honour to the three
+next highest of the Competitors following the Prize-winners
+in <i>each</i> Division.</p>
+
+<p class="blockquot">II. In the <span class="smcap">Home and Foreign Competition</span> Special
+and Additional Prizes will be offered, of which full
+particulars will be given in the September Number.</p>
+
+<p class="blockquot">III. A List of Prizes in the <span class="smcap">Winter Competition</span> will
+appear in the November and December Numbers.</p>
+
+<p class="sml center"><span class="smcap">Regulations.</span></p>
+
+<p class="sml">Solutions of the Puzzles published in this number must reach
+the Editor not later than July 8th (July 12th for Competitors
+residing abroad), addressed as under:&mdash;</p>
+
+<p class="sml"><i>The Editor of "Little Folks,"</i><br />
+<i>La Belle Sauvage Yard</i>,<br />
+<i>Ludgate Hill</i>,<br />
+<i>London, E. C.</i><br />
+<i>Answers to Puzzles.</i><br />
+<i>Junior [or Senior] Division.</i></p>
+
+<p class="sml">Solutions to Puzzles must be accompanied by certificates from a
+Parent, Teacher, or other responsible person, stating that they
+<i>are the sole and unaided work</i> of the competitor. No assistance
+must be given by any other person.<br />
+Competitors can be credited only under their own name.<br />
+The decision of the Editor of <span class="smcap">Little Folks</span> on all matters
+must be considered final.<br />
+The names and addresses of Prize and Medal winners will be
+duly published in <span class="smcap">Little Folks</span>.</p>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<p class="center">GAME PUZZLE FOR JULY.</p>
+
+<p><span class="dropcap167"><span class="dropcap">O</span></span><span class="smcap">ur</span> Game Puzzle for this month will be in the form of
+a little story. Four children were one bright summer
+afternoon standing together in an old-fashioned garden.
+There was Millicent, aged fourteen, upon whom sat a
+weight of care, for it was her task to look after and amuse
+the other three, viz., her two brothers Harry and Arthur,
+aged ten and eight respectively, and little Beatrice, aged
+five. The children seemed altogether out of sorts, they
+were cross, petulant, teasing, and would settle to nothing.
+At last Milly thought of the toys indoors, and said, "Now
+we will go and have a good game in the nursery."</p>
+
+<p>"No," said Bee, stoutly, "me don't want to do and play
+wiz dolly to-day. I 'ike ze darden best."</p>
+
+<p>In this fashion answered the others.</p>
+
+<p>Then, said Milly, an idea dawning on her, <ins class="correction" title="Transcriber's Note - the original reads: 'shall with a single quotation mark">"shall</ins> we
+try a new game out of doors?"</p>
+
+<p>"A new game out of doors&mdash;just the thing," the boys
+chimed in.</p>
+
+<p>"Let us all stand," said Milly, "together by this bower,
+and in turn think of some flower. I will begin, and so show
+you the way. I think of a polyanthus, and I say, 'Who
+will first touch a poly?' Then I count three, and if any of
+you can guess the word during that time we shall all start
+together for the nearest polyanthus, and when we reach it
+call 'polyanthus.' Who reaches the flower first scores a
+mark. Do you understand?"</p>
+
+<p>Yes, they all thought that would do, and so they tried it
+quite successfully. Such shouts of "Fuchsia," "Dahlia,"
+"Geranium," "Snapdragon," &amp;c. &amp;c.; but when it came to
+Beatrice's turn they thought she wasn't old enough to think
+of a flower on her own account, and so suggested all kinds
+of words.</p>
+
+<p>"No, me tell one myself," she said, and then grandly
+pronounced "Wo."</p>
+
+<p>"What's that?" they all exclaimed, and whilst Bee
+counted three they all puzzled to find it out.</p>
+
+<p>Then little Bee ran a few yards and stopped at the nearest
+Rose-bush. "Why, that's a <i>Rose</i>," said Harry.</p>
+
+<p>"Tourse it is, silly boy, didn't I say 'Wo?' and isn't it
+a 'Wosy Posy?'"</p>
+
+<p>And so they all played on, and their little faces brightened
+into smiles, and fretfulness was forgotten in a good game
+as it always is; and by tea-time they were all thoroughly
+tired, and ready to go indoors when mamma called them.</p>
+
+<p>There's the game, now for the Puzzle. You will find
+below a quantity of syllables in squares. Those syllables, if
+sorted out correctly, will make a certain number of wild and
+garden flowers, briefly described below, and all you have to
+do is to pick them out and place them in their proper order.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Senior Division.</span></p>
+
+<table border="1" summary="puzzle1">
+<tr><td align="center">tau</td><td align="center">e</td><td align="center">ach</td><td align="center">clem</td><td align="center">a</td><td align="center">ber</td></tr>
+<tr><td align="center">mim</td><td align="center">be</td><td align="center">y</td><td align="center">im</td><td align="center">a</td><td align="center">ris</td></tr>
+<tr><td align="center">eschs</td><td align="center">ant</td><td align="center">cen</td><td align="center">u</td><td align="center">ge</td><td align="center">tis</td></tr>
+<tr><td align="center">i</td><td align="center">val</td><td align="center">ir</td><td align="center">an</td><td align="center">rhi</td><td align="center">pol</td></tr>
+<tr><td align="center">zi</td><td align="center">ra</td><td align="center">cholt</td><td align="center">ri</td><td align="center">thus</td><td align="center">num</td></tr>
+<tr><td align="center">nes</td><td align="center">tum</td><td align="center">an</td><td align="center">a</td><td align="center">lus</td><td align="center">ry</td></tr>
+</table>
+
+<p>The following flowers can be made from the above
+syllables:--1. A small pink wild flower, bitter to taste, found
+in dry pastures--June to September. 2. Many flowers on
+one stem. 3. Its name is derived from a Latin word meaning
+mimic or ape. 4. A small but important order, including
+the poppy and many poisonous plants. 5. With open mouth
+behold this favourite flower. 6. Erect flowering-stems, found
+in damp hedgerows, moist woods, edges of streams--June to
+August. 7. Its name is derived from a word meaning sensitive
+to cold. 8. A beautiful purple or white flower, seen on
+the walls of many homes. 9. "A plant ever young." 10.
+Touch the stamens with the point of a pin, and they all
+spring forward and touch the pistil.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Junior Division.</span></p>
+
+<table border="1" summary="puzzle2">
+<tr><td align="center">cel</td><td align="center">o</td><td align="center">cor</td><td align="center">pim</td><td align="center">e</td><td align="center">beg</td></tr>
+<tr><td align="center">a</td><td align="center">sue</td><td align="center">an</td><td align="center">di</td><td align="center">nem</td><td align="center">el</td></tr>
+<tr><td align="center">di</td><td align="center">cam</td><td align="center">op</td><td align="center">dine</td><td align="center">an</td><td align="center">y</td></tr>
+<tr><td align="center">ag</td><td align="center">sis</td><td align="center">per</td><td align="center">pan</td><td align="center">o</td><td align="center">cory</td></tr>
+<tr><td align="center">jas</td><td align="center">ne</td><td align="center">ri</td><td align="center">thus</td><td align="center">u</td><td align="center">mo</td></tr>
+<tr><td align="center">nel</td><td align="center">nia</td><td align="center">tra</td><td align="center">la</td><td align="center">ny</td><td align="center">mine</td></tr>
+</table>
+
+<p>The following flowers can be made from the above
+syllables:&mdash;1. A pretty yellow flower, found in damp fields,
+meadows, and brooks. 2. A white or yellow flower found
+on houses. 3. A pretty little yellow flower, on high flowering-stems,
+sweet in scent. 4. A "divine" flower. 5. Bell-shaped&mdash;blue,
+purple, or white. 6. Purple, red, and yellow, sometimes
+white. The fruit is a pod containing many seeds.
+7. Sometimes eaten as salads, the leaves and stems being
+flavoured with oxalic acid. 8. Named from the resemblance
+of its seed to a small beetle. 9. A beautiful little crimson
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_062" id="Page_062">[Pg 62]</a></span>
+flower, covering the fields in summer. 10. A beautiful white
+spring flower, found in copses and hedgerows. 11. A beautiful
+pale blue flower, found especially on sand or chalk.</p>
+
+<p>The flowers must be named in the order given in the
+two lists.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Answer to Puzzle No. 17.</span></p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Senior Division.</span></p>
+
+<p>1. Christopher Sly. 2. Carolina Skeggs, Wilhemina. 3.
+Shallow, 4. Ren&eacute; 5. Prester John. 6. Nahum Tate.
+7. St. Loy. 8. Petronel Flash.</p>
+
+<p class="sml"><span class="smcap">Class I</span>.&mdash;Consisting of those who have gained eight marks:&mdash;F. G.
+Callcott.<br />
+<span class="smcap">Class II.</span>&mdash;Consisting of those who have gained seven marks or less:&mdash;M.
+Bradbury, N. Besley, C. Burne, H. Blunt, A. Bradbury, G. Clayton, J.
+Cooper, M. Cooper, H. Coombes, Ellen Corke, A. Chappell, G. Dundas, E.
+B. Forman. C. Gilbert, E. Griffiths, H. Gill, A. Garnham, M. Heddle, C. Hart,
+D. von Hacht, E. Hobson, H. Leake, B. Law, E. Lloyd, A. M. Lynch, H.
+Leah, J. Lewenz, C. Morin, M. More, C. Mather, E. Maynard, E. McCaul,
+E. Prate, M. Addison-Scott, K. Stanton, A. Solomon, M. Somerville. M. Trollope,
+Una Tracy, B. Tomlinson, Harold Watson, W. Wilson, E. Woolf, E.
+Wedgewood, K. Williams, A. Wilson.
+</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Junior Division.</span></p>
+
+<p>1. Sir Torre. 2. Pip. 3. Humphrey Clinker. 4. Zem.
+5. Bore. 6. C&aelig;sar. 7. Troilus. 8. Duergar.</p>
+
+<p class="sml"><span class="smcap">Class I.</span>&mdash;Eight marks:&mdash;D. Blunt, M. McCalman Turpie.<br />
+<span class="smcap">Class II.</span>&mdash;Consisting of those who have gained seven marks or less:&mdash;A.
+Allsebrook, R. G. Bell, E. E. Borchard, L. Besley, C. Burne, E. Blackbourne, E.
+Burdett, F. Boreham, E. Brake, F. Burne, L. Biddle, F. Cooper, M. Cooper,
+A. Coombs, C. Crawford, E. Coombes, M. Callcott, E. Carrington, F. Clayton,
+H. Chappell, J. Chapman, S. Coventry, V. Coombes, C. D'Almeida, R. Dutton,
+E. Elston, E. Evans, C. Fullford, M. Foreman, M. Frisby, L. Forrest, A.
+Gilbert, L. Gill, G. Griffith, E. Gruning, A. Howard, F. Howard, P. Hale, E.
+Hanlon, K. Hawkins, W. Hobson, W. Johnson, A. Kino, A. King, A. McKelly,
+A. Leah, K. Lynch, J. Laneum, W. Lewenz, E. Morgan, H. Mayer, J. Moore,
+M. Meredith, G. Morris, C. Moody, N. Maxwell, F. Medlycott, E. Nicholson,
+G. Neame, E. Neame, F. Newman, E. Quilter, S. Rolfe, M. Crompton-Roberts,
+E. Stanton, K. Simson, L. Stibbs, E. Stanley, G. Stallybrass, H. M. Smith, M.
+Wood-Smith, F. Todd, M. Wiper, K. Wedgwood, F. Woolf, L. Walpole, W.
+Wigram, J. Williamson.<br />
+<i>Note.</i>&mdash;The following Competitors were credited in our Register with
+Solutions to Puzzle No. 16, but by an oversight their names were omitted from
+the list published in the May Number:&mdash;<span class="smcap">Seniors</span>. W. Besley, H. Cornfield,
+G. H. Dundas, E. M. G. Gill, C. G. Hill, H. Leah, C. J. Mather, C. G. Rees,
+H. R. Stanton, M. C. Welland, B. Wright, E. L. Wilkinson, E. H. Wilkinson.
+<span class="smcap">Juniors</span>. E. Elston, L. L. Gill, W. Goligher, M. A. Howard, F. S. Howard,
+M. Jenkins, A. Leah, F. J. Medleycott, E. L. Metcalf, H. J. Nix, E. A. Neame,
+G. Price, C. Roberts, E. Stanton, M. W. Smith, M. C. Tonge, <ins class="correction" title="Transcriber's Note: original reads 'M Turpie' with no period">M. Turpie</ins>
+(K. Lynch should have been in Class I. instead of Class II.)</p>
+
+<h4>The "Little Folks" Special Prize Competitions for 1884.</h4>
+
+
+<p><span class="dropcap171"><span class="dropcap">T</span></span><span class="smcap">he</span> following is a Complete List of the <span class="smcap">Seven Special Competitions</span> for the present year in which&mdash;with the view
+of giving younger readers the same opportunities of success as older ones&mdash;there are Senior Divisions for those of the
+age of <i>Fourteen</i> and <i>under Seventeen</i>, and Junior Divisions for those <i>under Fourteen</i>:&mdash;</p>
+
+<p class="blockquot"><span class="smcap">No.I.&mdash;Plain Needlework</span>, as shown in Night-dresses and Cotton and Print Frocks for Children and
+Infants in Hospitals.<br />
+[N.B.&mdash;In this Competition machine sewing is not allowed, and no article is to be washed.]<br />
+<span class="smcap">No. II.&mdash;Illuminated Texts</span>, suitable for hanging in the wards of Children's Hospitals and kindred
+Institutions.<br />
+[N. B.&mdash;The Texts are to be limited to from three to nine words. The <i>designs</i> are not to be <i>necessarily</i> original, but <i>printed
+outlines</i> will not be allowable.]<br />
+<span class="smcap">No. III.&mdash;Single Dolls in Costume.</span>&mdash;Historical, Military, Naval, representing Nationalities, &amp;c.<br />
+[N.B.&mdash;The clothes should be made to take off and put on.]<br />
+<span class="smcap">No. IV.&mdash;Scrap-Albums.</span><br />
+[In this Competition the Albums may include not only ordinary Scraps and Coloured and Plain Pictures, but also
+Pressed Flowers, Ferns, Seaweed, Christmas, New Year, Easter, and Birthday Cards, &amp;c. &amp;c. The Albums
+themselves may either be bought or made by the Competitors.]<br />
+<span class="smcap">No. V.&mdash;Single Dolls</span> (including <span class="smcap">Baby Dolls</span>), in Ordinary Clothes.<br />
+[N.B.&mdash;The clothes should be made to take off and put on.]<br />
+<span class="smcap">No. VI.&mdash;Toys, Made of Any Material, And Wool Playthings</span> as shown in Wool Balls, Knitted
+and Crocheted Reins, &amp;c. &amp;c.</p>
+
+<p>In <i>each</i> of these Six Competitions (I. to VI.) Two Prizes in Books of the respective values of <span class="smcap">Two Guineas</span> and
+<span class="smcap">One Guinea</span> will be awarded in the Senior Division, and Two Prizes of the respective values of <span class="smcap">One Guinea</span> and
+<span class="smcap">Half a Guinea</span> will also be awarded in the Junior Division; making in all Four Prizes in <i>each</i> Competition of the value
+of <span class="smcap">Four and a Half Guineas</span>.</p>
+
+<p class="blockquot"><span class="smcap">No. VII.&mdash;The "Little Folks" Special Illustrated Story Competition for 1884.</span><br />
+[In this Competition (No. VII.) Prizes in Books and Medals of <i>exactly the same value and number</i> are
+offered <i>in each Division</i> to those who shall send in the <span class="smcap">Best Original Illustrated Stories</span>, account
+being also taken of the neatness of the writing and the arrangement of the Pictures. The following
+is the list (<i>in each Division</i>):&mdash;<span class="smcap">A First Prize of One Guinea and a Half</span> in Books for the <span class="smcap">Best
+Story</span>; a <span class="smcap">Second Prize of One Guinea</span> in Books for the <span class="smcap">Second Best Story</span>; a <span class="smcap">Third Prize
+of Half a Guinea</span> in Books for the <span class="smcap">Third Best Story</span>; and <span class="smcap">Twelve Prizes of Half-Crown
+Books</span> to the <span class="smcap">Next Twelve Best</span> of the Competitors following the winner of the Third Prize; thus
+making in all, in the Two Divisions, <span class="smcap">Thirty Prizes</span>. Further particulars and the Regulations were given
+in the January, 1884, Number of <span class="smcap">Little <ins class="correction" title="Transcriber's note: original had no closing bracket">Folks</ins></span>.]</p>
+
+<p>All Prize-winners in the <span class="smcap">Seven Competitions</span> will receive Bronze Medals constituting them Officers of the <span class="smcap">Little
+Folks</span> Legion of Honour; and in addition to the Prizes and Medals offered, some of the most deserving Competitors will
+be included in a Special List of Honour, and will be awarded Members' Medals of the Legion. All readers of <span class="smcap">Little
+Folks</span> (if within the stipulated ages), whether Girls or Boys, may compete in <i>any or all</i> of the above Competitions, and
+the Regulations (which were given in full in the January Number) are, briefly, as follow:&mdash;</p>
+
+<p class="blockquot">All work of every kind (including, of course, the Stories) to be certified by a Parent, Magistrate, Minister of
+Religion, Teacher, or other person in a responsible position, as the sender's <i>own unaided</i> work. In the case
+of the Stories (for Competition VII.) a Certificate must be given that they are <i>original</i>; and the printed
+conditions must be strictly observed. The age of <i>every</i> Competitor must also be attested.&mdash;All work to be
+carefully marked with the Competitor's name, age, and full address, and to be sent, accompanied by the
+Certificate, carefully packed and <i>carriage paid</i>, addressed to "The Editor of <span class="smcap">Little Folks</span>, La Belle
+Sauvage Yard, Ludgate Hill, London, E.C."&mdash;All the Competitions will <i>finally close</i> on <span class="smcap">Saturday, the
+30th of September, 1884</span>.</p>
+
+<p>The whole of the work of every kind in the <span class="smcap">Seven Competitions</span> will be distributed among the little inmates of
+the principal <span class="smcap">Children's Hospitals</span> and <span class="smcap">Kindred Institutions</span> throughout the United Kingdom.</p>
+
+<p>The foregoing are in addition to the regular "Picture Page" and Puzzle Competitions, &amp;c. (see pages 61 and 64).</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_063" id="Page_063">[Pg 63]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 544px;">
+<a name="Questions_and_Answers" id="Questions_and_Answers"></a>
+<img src="images/i172.jpg" width="544" height="80" alt="Questions and Answers" title="Questions and Answers" />
+</div>
+
+<p>[<i>The Editor requests that all inquiries and replies intended for
+insertion in</i> <span class="smcap">Little Folks</span> <i>should have the words "Questions
+and Answers" written on the left-hand top corners of the
+envelopes containing them. Only those which the Editor considers
+suitable and of general interest to his readers will be printed.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Prize Competitions, &amp;c.</span></p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">A Foreign Competitor.</span>&mdash;[An announcement of a
+Prize Puzzle Competition, in addition to a "Picture
+Page Wanting Words" Competition, in both of which Extra
+Prizes will be given, and much longer time than usual
+allowed for sending in Answers, will appear in the September
+number of <span class="smcap">Little Folks</span>. These two Competitions have
+been arranged, in response to repeated requests, in order
+that Competitors residing on the Continent, and in the
+United States, <ins class="correction" title="Transcriber's note: original reads: Canada, &amp;c.), in addition">Canada, &amp;c., (in addition</ins> to those living in
+Great Britain), may take part in them in much greater numbers
+than they are generally able to do.&mdash;<span class="smcap">Ed.</span>]</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Literature.</span></p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">A Crocodile</span> writes in answer to <span class="smcap">Mary Hodge</span>, that the
+line&mdash;</p>
+
+<p class="blockquot">"When Greeks joined Greeks, then was the tug of war,"</p>
+
+<p>was written by Nathaniel Lee, and is to be found in his
+tragedy of <i>Alexander the Great</i>, act iv., scene 2. Answers
+also received from <span class="smcap">Kitt, Thistle, Chloe, A Young
+Fiddler</span>, and <span class="smcap">Pop-a-top</span>.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Flurumpus Flump</span> asks in what poem</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"A boy's will is the wind's will"<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>is to be found, and what is the first verse.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Cookery.</span></p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Ariel</span> writes, in reply to <span class="smcap">Princess Ida</span>, that the way to
+make jumbles is to rasp on some good sugar the rinds of
+two lemons; dry, reduce it to powder, and sift it with as
+much more as will make up a pound in weight; mix with it
+one pound of flour, four well-beaten eggs, and six ounces of
+warm butter; drop the mixture on buttered tins, and bake
+the jumbles in a very slow oven from twenty to thirty minutes.
+They should be pale, but perfectly crisp. Answer also
+received from <span class="smcap">Nora F.</span><br />
+<span class="smcap">Maid of Athens</span> wishes to have a recipe for oat-cakes.<br />
+<span class="smcap">Pepper and Blossom</span> would like to know how to make
+cocoa-nut ice.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">General.</span></p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">White Anemone</span> writes, in answer to <span class="smcap">Bluebell</span>, who
+wishes to know when and by whom organs were invented:
+"Jubal is mentioned in Gen. iv. 21, as 'the father of all
+such as handle the harp and organ;' but neither the century
+of its invention nor the name of the inventor can be given.
+Hero and Vitruvius speak of a water-organ, invented or
+made by Ctesibius, of Alexandria, about 180 or 200 B.C., so
+that it may be inferred that other kinds of organs were
+then in existence. Aldhelm, an Anglo-Saxon writer, mentions
+that organs were used in England at the end of the
+seventh and the beginning of the eighth century. The Byzantine
+emperor, Constantine VI., sent an organ to Pepin, the
+father of Charlemagne, about the year 757. In 812, Charlemagne
+had another one built in the same way. This is
+related by Eginhard, who was Charlemagne's secretary. In
+880, Pope John VIII. had an organ from Germany, and an
+expert player was sent with it. It is supposed that this organ
+was the first ever used in Rome. Of the quality of these
+early organs little is known."&mdash;Answers also received from
+<span class="smcap">F. Cropper, Gamba, Cherub</span>, and <span class="smcap">Claudia</span>.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">The Duke of Omnium</span> writes, in answer to <span class="smcap">Sister
+Snout</span>, that a window-box may be very prettily arranged
+with nasturtiums (climbing ones) at each corner, and <i>Lobelia
+speciosa</i>. Mignonette would make a border, or violets and
+sweet alyssum placed alternately. Red geraniums should
+be placed behind the smaller plants, and thus a very pretty
+box may be made with good, hardy plants.&mdash;Answers also
+received from <span class="smcap">Iolanthe, Cherub, H. B. Bodington,
+Dear Dumps</span>, and <span class="smcap">Cupid</span>.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">The Black Prince</span> wishes to have directions for making
+a cardboard model. [An article on this subject appeared in
+<span class="smcap">Little Folks</span>, Vol. XVII., page 205.&mdash;<span class="smcap">Ed.</span>]</p>
+
+<p>M. H. S. would be glad to know if maidenhair ferns need
+much water, and how often they ought to be watered.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">The Duke of Omnium</span> writes, in answer to <span class="smcap">Queen
+Mab</span>, that if her myrtle suffers from scale, the following is
+an excellent cure for it:&mdash;"Make some size or jelly glue
+water of moderate thickness. Dip the head of the plant in
+such water, or syringe it well all over. After this, the plant
+should be placed in a shady place for about two days, and
+then, after rubbing the dry head of the plant through your
+fingers so as to cause the insects and glue to fall off, syringe
+heavily with clear water at 120&deg;."</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Elaine.</span>&mdash;[The meaning of "A E I" was given in
+<span class="smcap">Little Folks</span>, Vol. XVIII., page 63.&mdash;<span class="smcap">Ed.</span>]</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Natural History.</span></p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">A Gentleman of Colour</span> would be glad to know if
+Indian meal is good for rabbits. [It can be used in turn
+with other dry food, but is too fattening to suit any animals
+kept in confinement for a permanency, unless they are to be
+fattened up.]</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Snout</span> and M. S. R. wish to know what is the best food for
+goldfinches, and whether hemp-seed is injurious to them.&mdash;[A
+very little hemp-seed occasionally is good, and much
+is very bad, for nearly all birds. The best food is a mixture
+of canary, millet, oat-grits, and rape or maw-seed, putting
+about a dozen grains of hemp-seed on the top every day.
+The bird soon learns the plan, and leaves off scattering the
+other seed to get at the hemp, as he will otherwise do.]</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Queen Mab</span> wants to know how to tame her goldfinch.
+It is a last year's bird, and she has not had it long. It is
+fed on canary-seed and a little hemp.&mdash;[For food, see above,
+a little more variety being well. As to taming, it will soon
+get tame if you spend time often by it and <i>keep still</i>, and
+always feed it yourself. Some children are too impatient&mdash;to
+be <i>quiet</i> near birds and animals is the main thing.]</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_064" id="Page_064">[Pg 64]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="Picture_Story_Wanting_Words" id="Picture_Story_Wanting_Words"></a>Picture Story Wanting Words.</h2>
+
+<p>A <span class="smcap">guinea book</span> and an Officer's Medal of the <span class="smcap">Little Folks</span> Legion of Honour will be given for the best
+Story having special reference to the Picture below. A smaller Book and an Officer's Medal will be given, in
+addition, for the best Story (on the same subject) <i>relatively to the age of the Competitor</i>; so that no Competitor
+is too young to try for this second Prize. </p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 408px;">
+<img src="images/i175.jpg" width="408" height="550" alt="Illustration" title="Illustration" />
+</div>
+
+<p>The Story must not exceed 500 words in length, and must be certified as
+the unaided work of the Competitor by a Minister, Teacher, Parent, or some other responsible person. All the Competitors
+must be under the age of Sixteen years. Stories from Competitors residing in Great Britain and Ireland must reach the
+Editor on or before the 10th of July next; in the case of Stories sent from the English Colonies or from Foreign Countries
+an extension of time to the 15th of July will be allowed. In addition to the Two Prizes and Officers' Medals, some of the
+most deserving Competitors will be included in a special List of Honour, and will be awarded Members' Medals of the
+<span class="smcap">Little Folks</span> Legion of Honour. The Editor particularly requests that each envelope which contains a Story having
+reference to this Picture should have the words "Picture Story Wanting Words" plainly written on the left-hand top corner
+of it. Competitors are referred to a notice respecting the Silver Medal, which was printed on page 115 of the last Volume.</p>
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+<pre>
+
+
+
+
+
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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of Little Folks (July 1884), by Various
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+Title: Little Folks (July 1884)
+       A Magazine for the Young
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+Author: Various
+
+Release Date: December 19, 2008 [EBook #27564]
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+Language: English
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+    Transcriber's Note:
+    Phrases printed in italics in the original version are
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+LITTLE FOLKS:
+
+_A Magazine for the Young._
+
+_NEW AND ENLARGED SERIES._
+
+CASSELL AND COMPANY, LIMITED:
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+_LONDON, PARIS & NEW YORK._
+
+[ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.]
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+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration: A QUEEN OF THE BEACH.]
+
+LITTLE FOLKS.
+
+
+
+
+A LITTLE TOO CLEVER.
+
+_By the Author of "Pen's Perplexities," "Margaret's Enemy," "Maid
+Marjory," &c._
+
+CHAPTER I.--THE MOOR.
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Crimson and gold. As far as one could see across the moor it was one
+broad expanse of purply heather, kindled into a glowing crimson by the
+blaze of ruddy sunshine, and lighted here and there by bright patches of
+the thorny golden rod. Dame Nature had evidently painted out of her
+summer paint-box, and had not spared her best and brightest colours.
+Crimson-lake, children; you know what a lovely colour it is, and how
+fast it goes, for you are very fond of using it, and there is only one
+cake in each of your boxes. But here was crimson-lake enough to have
+emptied all the paint-boxes in the world, you might suppose, and the
+brightest of goldy yellows, and the greenest of soft transparent greens,
+such as no paint-box ever did, nor ever will, possess; and over all the
+most azure of blues, flecked with floating masses of soft indescribable
+white, looking to Elsie like the foamy soapsuds at the top of the tub
+when mother had been having a rare wash, but to Duncan like lumps of
+something he had once tasted and never forgotten, called cocoa-nut ice.
+
+It seemed a pity when Dame Nature had spent her colours so lavishly that
+there should be no one to see her bright handiwork. Yet, sad to tell,
+there lay the broad sheet of crimson and gold day after day unnoticed
+and unheeded, till, in despair, it at length began to wither and blacken
+and die.
+
+For this was a lonely moor, where the heather and gorse bloomed so
+bravely, so lonely that even along the road which skirted it the number
+of those who passed by in a day could be counted on the fingers of your
+hand; and as for the moor itself, it seldom had any visitors but the
+cows from the little farm which nestled away in one corner; and do you
+suppose such lazy, cupboard-loving creatures cared whether the heather
+bloomed or not, so long as they found grass enough to eat?
+
+But the glorious moor had a worse indignity than this to endure, for
+there was a cottage here and there whose inhabitants frequently crossed
+by the beaten tracks, and never so much as lifted their eyes as they
+passed along, to notice the gorgeous dress their moor had put on. They
+were so used to it. Had she not worn it every year since they could
+remember? and so they sauntered by, thinking about eating or drinking,
+or how they would serve their neighbours out, sometimes even quarrelling
+loudly, and never giving so much as a passing thought to all the beauty
+God had spread around them, and which we who dwell in towns would give
+so much to see.
+
+The sun was shining down very hotly, but it had not yet begun to wither
+the heather and gorse, on the day when I want you to notice two little
+children going across the moor. I told you there were cottages here and
+there, and in a pretty little green hollow just beyond a fair-sized
+hillock was one where lived the MacDougalls. These two children were
+Elsie and Duncan MacDougall. They very often crossed the moor, for the
+farm was on the other side of it, and the milk and butter had all to be
+fetched from it, the milk twice a day, whether the sun blazed, or the
+chilly Scottish drizzle blotted out the hills in a misty haze, or the
+north wind swept across it, and shook the gaunt fir-trees to and fro in
+its noisy wrath.
+
+"Ain't you coming on, Elsie?" Duncan cried impatiently, for Elsie had
+seated herself on a big stone, pushed back her sun-bonnet from her damp
+freckled forehead, crossed her brown arms defiantly over her holland
+pinafore, and was swinging her bare feet as if she never meant to move
+another step to-night.
+
+"No, I ain't coming, Duncan, and that's all about it," Elsie replied,
+sulkily, only she said it in a broad Scottish accent which you would
+hardly have understood had you heard it, and certainly could make
+nothing of if I were to try to write it.
+
+"Then we'll get beaten when we get back," Duncan said, miserably.
+"Mother's always scolding, and it's your fault, Elsie."
+
+Elsie looked at him contemptuously. "Go on by yourself," she cried; "I
+ain't afraid. It's only Robbie that they're in such a hurry to get the
+milk for, and I'm not going to hurry for Robbie. Go on by yourself, do."
+
+But this was more than Duncan dared do, and Elsie knew it, for, in the
+first place, it would have seemed as if he sided with Robbie against
+Elsie, which would have been quite untrue; and, in the second, it would
+have got Elsie into trouble with their mother, and that Duncan would not
+have done for anything in the world. If Elsie had been a queen, then
+Duncan would have been one of her most willing subjects, and done her
+bidding whatever it might cost.
+
+So there stood Duncan, fidgeting to get on, yet bound to the spot where
+Elsie stayed by a bond stronger than links of iron. It was in vain that
+he fidgeted from one bare foot to the other, or vented his impatience by
+flinging his Scottish bonnet high in the air and catching it again.
+Elsie was immovable, for Elsie was in one of her very contrariest moods
+to-day, and I can hardly describe to you how very contrary she could be.
+
+At last, very slowly and deliberately, she got off the stone, and began
+slowly to stretch herself. "Do make haste!" cried Duncan, almost tired
+out.
+
+"I can't be hurried," Elsie replied, with a grand air, stooping down to
+pick up the milk-can, which she had deposited at the side of the stone.
+"It's much too hot and I'm much too tired, and I don't see why I should
+be expected to fetch the milk at all. You and Robbie ought to do it.
+You're boys, and I'm a girl. It's a shame, and I mean to tell mother
+so."
+
+Duncan gazed at her in amazement. He knew Elsie was very daring, but did
+she really mean to tell their mother that?
+
+"Me and Robbie?" he gasped. "Robbie never goes nowhere with us, Elsie,
+don't you know?"
+
+"Yes, I know, child," Elsie replied, with a lofty toss of her head.
+"It's just what I do know. Robbie stops at home while you and me do all
+the errands and everything else too, and it isn't fair."
+
+"But you wouldn't like Robbie to come with us: you know you wouldn't,"
+Duncan exclaimed, in perplexity.
+
+"With _us!_ No, indeed," Elsie cried, with a little contemptuous laugh.
+"I don't want any spoilt little namby-pamby cry-babies along with me;
+but that's no reason why I, a girl, should fetch milk for Robbie to
+drink while he stays at home. Can't you see that, stupid-head?"
+
+Duncan said "Yes," but he didn't, all the same. He and Elsie went
+together, and it never had occurred to him that it ought to be
+different. He didn't care for Robbie: Elsie didn't, and so he didn't.
+Elsie said he was a spoilt baby, therefore Duncan knew he must be one;
+and certainly he couldn't scamper over the moor, and climb the trees,
+and fly here, there, and everywhere, like he and Elsie could.
+
+Elsie had begun to move slowly along, carrying the basin, in which was
+butter wrapped in wet cloths and a cool cabbage-leaf. Duncan had the
+milk-can, and would have been almost home by now, had he not been
+obliged to keep on waiting for Elsie to come up with him, his eager
+footsteps continually carrying him far on ahead of her sauntering pace.
+
+"I'm just not going over that hill," she said, deliberately, when at
+length they reached the purple hillock on the other side of which stood
+the cottage. "Come on, Duncan; I'm going round."
+
+"But it's ever so much longer, and we're so late," grumbled Duncan.
+
+"Who cares?" cried Elsie, stolidly. "I'm a girl and I'm not going to
+climb up the hill in this heat."
+
+Duncan stared again. He had never heard Elsie complain of the hill
+before. Usually they scampered up it, and rolled down the steepest
+side--not, truly, when there was milk to carry, but at other times. And
+now Elsie was walking along in a languid, mincing fashion, as if she had
+no more fun in her than Robbie himself, and had never scampered
+bare-foot over the moor six days out of every week, no matter what the
+weather might be.
+
+"There's Robbie at the garden gate beckoning us. I expect mother's very
+angry," cried Duncan, despairingly.
+
+"Who cares? let him beckon," Elsie replied, with the most provoking
+indifference. "Run on by yourself if you're afraid."
+
+Most unkind taunt of all. Did not Elsie well know that Duncan was bound
+to her by the chains of a most unswerving, unquestioning loyalty? and
+that though he was, so to speak, ready to jump out of his skin with
+impatient anxiety, to forsake Elsie would never enter his simple little
+head.
+
+When Robbie saw that they did not hurry, he came running towards them,
+calling out, "Elsie, Duncan, do make haste! Mother's so cross. You are
+late."
+
+"Are we? And are you in a hurry, Robbie? because if you are you'd better
+fetch the milk yourself another time. Duncan and I are not your
+servants," Elsie replied, loftily.
+
+Robbie stared, as well he might. "I only know mother's very cross," he
+reiterated dubiously, as if not quite knowing what to say; "and I don't
+think you know how late it is."
+
+"Look here," cried Elsie, standing stock still: "suppose I tip this milk
+over on to the heather, what'ud you say to that?" and she lifted up the
+lid, and tilted the can, until the foaming white milk was just ready to
+pour over the side.
+
+"Oh! Elsie, Elsie, what are you doing?" cried Duncan, in a panic; while
+Robbie exclaimed, "Wouldn't mother make you go back and fetch some more,
+Elsie, with the pennies out of your box?"
+
+Perhaps Elsie thought it might be so. Any way, she put the can straight,
+and moved on again, but as she did so she said to Robbie, "You'd like to
+tell mother what I said, wouldn't you, duckie? So you can if you like; I
+don't care what you tell mother."
+
+"No, I don't want to tell," Robbie said, almost angrily, with a pink
+face and a moist look in the eyes.
+
+As the three children walked along you could hardly help noticing what a
+difference there was between the two elder and Robbie. Elsie and Duncan
+were big-limbed, ruddy-cheeked children, with high cheek-bones,
+fair-skinned, but well freckled and tanned by the sun. Their younger
+brother was like them, and yet so different. His skin was fair, but of
+milky whiteness, showing too clearly the blue veins underneath it. The
+ruddy colour in their faces was in his represented by the palest tinge
+of pink. His bare arms were soft and white and thin. Their abundant
+straw-coloured hair had in his case become palest gold, of silky
+texture, falling in curling locks almost on to his shoulders. He was, in
+short, a smaller, weaker, more delicate edition of these two elder ones.
+They looked the very embodiment of health and strength, he fragile,
+timid, and delicate. No wonder he never scampered across the heath or
+rolled down the hillsides. The mists were too chilly for him, the sun
+too hot; and so it came about that Elsie and Duncan went together, and
+Robbie was left behind, for Elsie was selfish, and hadn't it in her
+nature to wait about for the little one, and suit her steps or her play
+to his, and Duncan did whatever she did. Perhaps their mother did not
+care to trust the little fellow with Elsie, knowing too well that she
+was thoughtless, and unable in her own robust strength to understand
+the fatigue and listlessness of her little brother. Elsie told him he
+would run well enough without shoes and stockings, but their mother had
+most particularly charged him that he was never to take them off without
+special permission, for he was too delicate to run the risk of damping
+his feet. Elsie and Duncan thought it great nonsense, and both pitied
+and despised Robbie for being such a miserable molly-coddle.
+
+"Now here's mother herself coming after us," cried Duncan, anxiously
+scanning Elsie's face to see how she would act now.
+
+But Elsie was still unflurried. Duncan almost held his breath, for there
+were signs of a storm. Mrs. MacDougall's face was red, her mouth
+ominously screwed up; she waved her hand angrily towards them--an action
+which Elsie pretended not to see.
+
+"Where have you been all this time, madam?" she burst forth, when they
+reached her. "I will teach you to hasten your footsteps. Did I not send
+Robbie to the gate to beckon you to be quick? You suppose you may do as
+you like, but you are mistaken, you lazy, ill-behaved wench. The new
+frock I had bought you shall be given to Nannie Cameron, and you shall
+wear your old one to the kirk. How will that suit your vanity? And you
+may be off to bed now directly, without any supper. There are twigs
+enough for a birch rod, my lady, if bed does not bring you to a better
+frame of mind. Run in now, and don't let me see your face before six
+o'clock to-morrow morning."
+
+What could Elsie be thinking of? She did not run. Robbie looked at her
+in piteous distress; Duncan was beside himself. He cast a beseeching
+glance at Elsie, a momentary one of resentful anger at his mother, an
+impatient one at Robbie, the unfortunate messenger of their mother's
+anger.
+
+Then a look of great determination settled over their mother's face. "Do
+you dare me?" she cried. "Did I ever threaten and not perform? Will you
+compel me to whip you? Then if you would not have it so, hasten your
+footsteps at once."
+
+Duncan caught hold of Elsie's hand and tried to pull her, but those
+sturdy, legs had the very spirit of obstinacy in them. "Be quiet," she
+said; "I want to be whipped."
+
+"Mother means it," Duncan cried. "She has never done it before, but she
+will now, Elsie."
+
+Elsie had often dared her mother, but never so flagrantly as this; and
+Mrs. MacDougall was not a woman to be dared with impunity. Elsie was
+going a little too far; every one saw that except herself.
+
+"Stay here," Mrs. MacDougall said sternly to the two boys when they
+entered the cottage kitchen. Then she took Elsie by the shoulder, and
+marched her up the few stairs. Robbie and Duncan stood stock still,
+looking blankly at each other.
+
+[Illustration: "HE CAME RUNNING TOWARDS THEM" (_p. 3_).]
+
+Presently there came from the room overhead a low sobbing sound, and a
+minute or two afterwards Mrs. MacDougall appeared, stern and frowning.
+
+It was an unhappy supper they sat down to. Robbie was very wretched, and
+as for Duncan, each mouthful threatened to choke him. Mrs. MacDougall
+wore a troubled face. After it was ended Duncan crept away to his
+sister's room.
+
+"I knew mother would," he said, sympathisingly, "and I know she'll do it
+again, if you do it. You wouldn't, would you, Elsie? Mother never
+whipped you before, never in all our lives, Elsie, but you didn't care.
+What was the matter with you?"
+
+"You little stupid!" Elsie replied patronisingly; "I won't fetch the
+milk at all, not if mother whips me every day. I don't care. You don't
+know what I know, and you don't know what I'm going to do, but I know
+myself; and you little cowardy custard, you don't know what secret I
+could tell you if I liked."
+
+
+CHAPTER II.--WHAT ELSIE FOUND.
+
+Duncan crept away to his own little bedchamber with an uneasy feeling of
+trouble. It was next to Elsie's, separated from it only by a little
+square bit of landing, and, like hers, was a tiny apartment under the
+roof, with a ceiling of the bare rafters which supported the tiles. In
+each was a small wooden bedstead, a deal stand, with basin and jug of
+coarse white earthenware, and a small deal box, which served both to
+keep clothes in and as a chair.
+
+Everything was scrupulously clean, even to the dimity vallance that hung
+across the low window. In autumn and winter the bleak wind whistled
+through the chimneys and rattled the casements in a way that would have
+prevented a town-bred child from sleeping, and up in those bare rooms
+there was cold enough to pinch you black and blue; but Elsie and Duncan
+had never thought much of that, for they had been accustomed to it from
+babyhood, and only threw on their thick homespun garments in greater
+haste.
+
+Just now the weather was unusually hot, and the little lofts had gone
+to the other extreme, and were more like ovens than anything else.
+Duncan had scarcely taken off his jacket when he heard Elsie calling. He
+ran to see what she wanted. "I s'pose you won't go telling any tales
+about what I said just now," she exclaimed shortly.
+
+"Of course I shan't," Duncan replied, indignantly; "but what was it you
+said? There wasn't anything to tell tales about except that you said you
+weren't going to fetch the milk."
+
+Elsie's mind was so full of her own affairs that it was quite a shock to
+her to find that Duncan had taken so little heed of her words. "It's a
+good thing I'm not such a silly baby as you are," she said,
+contemptuously--a way in which she so often spoke to Duncan that he
+quite believed Elsie to be the cleverest, most daring, and bravest
+creature in existence.
+
+"This place is like a furnace," she cried, irritably throwing the sheet
+which covered her down on to the floor. "Why should I be poked up here
+and Robbie sleep downstairs with mother and grandmother, eh, Duncan?"
+
+"I s'pose it's because he always does," Duncan replied dubiously.
+
+"Stupid-head!" cried Elsie. "And why does he always?"
+
+Duncan thought a minute. "P'raps it's because he's the youngest, and was
+the baby when you and me was bigger," he answered presently.
+
+Elsie turned over with an angry grunt. "It isn't anything of the sort,"
+she cried; "and you might have known I didn't want you to answer me."
+
+"I thought you asked me," Duncan said, in much perplexity.
+
+"You ought to have said you didn't know, and then you'd have told the
+truth," Elsie said shortly. "Hush! there's some one coming up. Crawl
+under the bed, in case they come in."
+
+A slow dragging footstep came up the steep stairs, and presently a voice
+called softly, "Dooncan?"
+
+Duncan began to crawl out from under the bedstead, answering as he did
+so, "Yes, grandmother, here I am."
+
+Elsie dangled her foot over the side of the bed, and gave Duncan a
+pretty sharp kick as he emerged.
+
+"What's that for?" he stopped to ask.
+
+"Only because you're such a ridiculously silly little softie, that
+nobody could put a grain of sense into your head," Elsie replied,
+angrily. "Supposing it had been mother. A nice row you'd have got us
+into. Why couldn't you keep quiet, and she'd have thought we were both
+in bed and asleep."
+
+"But I knew it was grandmother's voice," said Duncan.
+
+"Dooncan," called the voice again, "I want you."
+
+Duncan opened the door this time. His grandmother did not seem to notice
+that he was in a forbidden place, but asked, with an anxious quaver in
+her voice, "Did mother beat Elsie, Duncan?"
+
+"I think so," Duncan replied indignantly.
+
+"Eh, well, Duncan," she said, consolingly, "mother's often threatened
+and never done it before, and Elsie's a wilful child, with a spirit and
+temper that must needs be broken. But what was the matter now?"
+
+"It was about fetching the milk," Duncan replied. "Elsie don't like it,
+and she wouldn't be quick."
+
+"Eh, well; but it's the place of the young to fetch and carry," said the
+old woman, in a much more cheerful tone than she had used before. "But
+Duncan, my laddie, have you picked up a wee bit of paper with writing on
+it, what grandmother has dropped?"
+
+"No, granny, I haven't never picked up a piece," Duncan replied.
+
+"Nor seen it lying about neither, dearie? Come now, think if you picked
+it up and threw it in the fire. I won't be angry if you tell the truth."
+
+"I never saw it at all," said Duncan again.
+
+"Ah, well! I thought perhaps that it was about that mother was angry
+with Elsie, but it wasn't, after all; you're sure of that, Duncan?"
+
+"Oh no; it was about the milk," Duncan returned, readily.
+
+"And Elsie's asleep now. Well, well, youth must be chastised sometimes,"
+crooned the old woman, softly. "You needn't talk about the paper I've
+lost, Duncan. It's safe enough in the fire, no doubt; but if you see a
+scrap of paper lying anywhere, bring it to grandmother, and she'll give
+you a penny for sharp eyes."
+
+Then the old dame went cautiously downstairs, feeling the way with her
+thick stick, and Duncan once more went off to bed.
+
+He woke very early the next morning, wondering whether Elsie would keep
+her vaunted threat of refusing to fetch the milk, and if so, what would
+happen: for if Elsie were obstinate, their mother was firm as a rock in
+doing a duty, and Duncan well knew she would not be overborne by any
+one. So it was with a vague uneasiness that he put on his clothes and
+went downstairs. To his surprise and relief, Elsie was already in the
+kitchen and was busily, though with a sulky-enough expression, rinsing
+out the can. Elsie's valour, like that of many an older person, was
+greater in words than action, and there is no doubt that the previous
+night's punishment had had its effect.
+
+But that Duncan should think so was the last thing that Elsie would
+wish. Directly they were outside the door, she said in a careless tone,
+"It's nice and cool this morning across the moor: much better out here
+than in that little loft."
+
+"And won't you come this afternoon?" asked simple, straightforward
+Duncan.
+
+"I don't know," Elsie answered sharply. "It depends upon whether I feel
+inclined. Duncan, what was that granny was asking about a piece of
+paper?"
+
+"She only asked me if I'd picked a piece up with writing on it, and said
+she'd give me a penny if I found it."
+
+"I dare say she would," laughed Elsie; "but you won't ever get the
+penny, Duncan, so don't expect it. She didn't ask if I'd picked it up?"
+
+"No, she didn't; but have you found it, Elsie? because I'll take it to
+her, and give you the penny," Duncan remarked.
+
+"A penny indeed!" laughed Elsie contemptuously. "I wonder whether you
+really could keep a secret, Duncan?"
+
+Duncan was rather hurt at the implied doubt. "I never told tales of you,
+Elsie, never," he said, earnestly.
+
+"Look here," Elsie exclaimed, "I was weeding my bit of garden just under
+the kitchen window yesterday, and granny was sitting at the window, yet
+never saw me. She was reading some old letters, peering at them ever so
+hard through her spectacles, and talking to herself all the time. I
+expect she'd taken them out of mother's drawer, for she kept on looking
+round to see if any one was coming, and the best of it was I was
+watching all the time, and she never knew it. I saw her put one piece of
+paper down on the window-sill; she was saying very funny things to
+herself. 'Meg shouldn't have done it; she wouldn't take my advice. Ah!
+she'll rue it some day, I well believe,' and all on like that. Of course
+Meg means mother, and I was just wondering what it was she was talking
+about, when the wind blew quite a puff, and blew the piece of paper
+right on to my garden. I was just going to peep at it, and see what it
+was mother shouldn't have done. Then granny gets up, and goes peering
+all round to see where the paper's gone. She pulled all the cushions out
+of the chair, and turned up the matting, and looked over her letters
+ever so many times, and never noticed that it had blown out of the
+window. Presently I put my head through the window, and cried out,
+'What's the matter, granny?' 'It's only I've dropped a little bit of
+paper, my dear,' she says to me. 'Just come and see if your young eyes
+can find it.' I went in and looked all round. Of course I didn't find
+it, and I was almost dying of laughing all the time."
+
+"And have you got it now, Elsie?" Duncan asked, with wide eyes.
+
+"Yes, I have," Elsie replied shortly; "and it's much more interesting
+than I thought it would be. It's about you and me."
+
+"You and me?" echoed Duncan, who was of a matter-of-fact mind, and was
+always content with things just as he found them.
+
+"Yes, stupid," said Elsie, crossly; "I always said mother favoured
+Robbie, and so she does. Why he has new things much oftener than you,
+and you're older too. Do you and me have boots and stockings for
+week-a-days? then why should Robbie? Don't you wonder why mother pets
+him so?"
+
+"No," Duncan answered truthfully. "He's ever so much more babyish than
+me."
+
+"Well, I say it's a shame," continued Elsie. "Look at this old
+sun-bonnet. Do you think I ought to wear such a thing as that? Didn't I
+always say I'd love a long feather like the ladies at the manse? and why
+shouldn't I have one, and a silk pelisse, and gloves upon my hands, and
+sweet little shoes for walking in?"
+
+"Why, you'd be just a lady," Duncan said.
+
+Elsie laughed a pleased soft laugh. "A lady, just a bonny lady," she
+said over to herself; "and wouldn't you love to be a little laird,
+Duncan?"
+
+"I don't know what it's like, Elsie," Duncan said thoughtfully.
+
+"It isn't like fetching milk and sleeping in a loft," Elsie said
+sharply. "It isn't like porridge for breakfast and porridge for supper.
+It would be like----everything that's nice," she said, after a minute or
+two's pause, for she really did not know anything about it, and was
+suddenly pulled up in her description by that fact.
+
+
+CHAPTER III.--THE LETTER.
+
+The boy walked along, silently thinking over what Elsie had been saying,
+in a muddly, confused sort of way. Robbie, and granny's letter, and
+Elsie's beating, lairds and ladies, and something secret and mysterious
+that Elsie knew, were mingled hazily in his mind, in such chaotic
+fashion that he had nothing to say, not knowing how to put his ideas
+into the form of a question.
+
+It was not until they were on their road home again that he suddenly
+asked, "Whose letter is it, Elsie?"
+
+"What do you mean?" Elsie returned, with more than usual quickness. "I
+say it's mine and yours. Mother'd say 'twas hers, most likely; perhaps
+granny might say 'twas hers; I say it's ours as much as ever it's
+theirs, and the person what wrote it is our father; so there, Duncan."
+
+"Mine too!" Duncan echoed, in greater bewilderment than before. "Then,
+if it's mine too, Elsie--
+
+"Well, what?"
+
+"I ought to read it, an' see what's in it."
+
+Elsie laughed. "Of course you ought," she replied encouragingly. "That's
+just what I said to myself when I caught sight of it; and when I'd read
+it, an' saw that it was all about you and me, an' told a secret too,
+what granny an' mother have always kept away from us, d'you think I was
+goin' to give it up? no, not if I know it. An' to think they fancy it's
+lost--leastways, granny does--an' mother don't know anything about it at
+all. What fun it is! D'you know, Duncan, I don't so very much like
+mother."
+
+Duncan looked at her in alarm. Scottish children of all classes are
+brought up in very strict notions of filial duty and affection, and
+these were no exceptions to the rule. Duncan looked all round anxiously,
+as though he feared a bird might carry the dreadful treason to their
+mother's ears.
+
+Elsie looked as if she were enjoying the sensation she had made. "I've
+got a good reason," she said, nodding her head knowingly. "You'll see it
+when you've read the letter. I always thought I wasn't so very fond of
+her, and now I see why it was. It wouldn't have been right if I had; an'
+when she beat me, I can't tell you how I felt. I couldn't like any one
+who beat me!" Elsie continued, grinding her teeth together with rage at
+the memory, "even if it was my own mother."
+
+"You seemed as if you wanted to make mother do it," said Duncan, who was
+often much distracted between his allegiance to rebellious Elsie and the
+strict sense of duty and obedience in which he had always been trained.
+
+"P'raps I did," Elsie replied. "But I don't care; and mother shan't have
+the chance again. I don't think our father'd let her if he knew it."
+
+"Our father?" faltered Duncan. "Why, our father's dead."
+
+"Is he?" asked Elsie, enigmatically. "Robbie's father is."
+
+"And isn't that ours?" Duncan asked contemptuously.
+
+"That's just it," Elsie replied, with some excitement. "That's just what
+the letter's about. Now, if you sit down here I'll read it to you."
+
+"We shall be late again," Duncan said, nervously. "Don't let's stop now,
+Elsie, and make mother cross. Could we do it after school?"
+
+"P'raps I'd better tear it up, or give it back to granny," Elsie said,
+with a taunting air. "It don't matter to you."
+
+"Oh, don't!" pleaded Duncan, divided again between the sense of duty,
+his own curiosity, and a fear of offending Elsie. "Do keep it till after
+school."
+
+"Yes, I will," Elsie replied. "And mind you bring home an atlas with
+you, for, now I think of it, I must have a map of England and Scotland."
+
+"But we mustn't bring home books," Duncan urged.
+
+"Never mind; you must do it by mistake. We must have a map, I tell you;
+and if I've had the trouble of getting the letter, you can take the
+trouble to get the map. Mind you do, now, or else I shan't tell you
+anything about it. You can take it back in the afternoon. 'Tisn't
+stealing."
+
+No, nor disobedience, nor deceit, nor telling a lie, eh, Elsie?
+Evidently Elsie did not stop to think of that any more than she had
+stopped to consider whether she had any business to read that old letter
+of her mother's when it fluttered out of the window.
+
+They reached the cottage in good time. Robbie and their grandmother had
+only just come downstairs. Mrs. MacDougall seemed to be in an unusually
+pleasant temper this morning. "I'm glad you've hastened, my child," she
+said to Elsie. "Sit down to the table, and get slicing that cucumber
+I've just cut. It'll be more refreshing with some bread-and-butter and a
+cup o' milk than the porridge, and a change too."
+
+Duncan glanced at Elsie with a half shame-faced expression, as much as
+to say, "Mother is kind, you see, when you're good. She's sorry you had
+to be beaten last night." But Elsie only replied by a look of defiance,
+as though to say, "That doesn't make up at all."
+
+"Let's see: what's to-day?" Mrs. MacDougall continued, pleasantly, as
+she poured out the milk into the children's cups. "Can it be the
+thirty-first?"
+
+"No, no, Meg; surely not," quavered the old grandmother, who, for
+reasons of her own, wished to appear ignorant. Was it not to refresh her
+failing memory about what happened just about this time of year, a long
+while ago, that she had gone to her daughter's desk, and got out those
+old faded letters? Mrs. MacDougall would not have minded her reading
+them, but she would mind having them lost, for she was very methodical;
+and besides, many of these letters were important ones, written by hands
+long since folded in death.
+
+"And to-morrow's Robbie's birthday," Mrs. MacDougall continued, laying
+her rough, strong hand very gently on the child's fair curls. "Very well
+do I remember this time seven years ago."
+
+"Yes," sighed the old grandmother. "Poor little dears! and Nannie a
+bonny lass too."
+
+Mrs. MacDougall glanced at her mother with something like a frown. "I
+never think of Robbie's birthday without thinking about poor Aunt
+Nannie," she said to the children.
+
+They knew well enough why, for they had heard the tale often enough.
+Their Aunt Nannie had been their mother's beautiful young sister, and
+the news of her death had come to them when Robbie was a baby of a week
+old. They had never even seen her, for Duncan was but a year old, and
+Elsie not three, when she died, and she had been living in England with
+her English husband at the time.
+
+"Robbie reminds me so of her," Mrs. MacDougall said softly. "She was
+fair. He takes after her wonderfully, doesn't he, mother?"
+
+"Very much indeed," the old dame replied.
+
+"Ah well! Robbie must have some fresh cakes to-morrow for his birthday
+and a plate of plums, and you can have your tea under the big alder an'
+Elsie shall pour it out."
+
+"Oh, thank you, mother, how nice!" the little boys exclaimed. Elsie's
+ungracious silence passed unnoticed by all but Duncan.
+
+"P'raps I shan't be here to pour it out," she said, in a careless tone,
+when they were outside the door. "Mind you don't forget the atlas,
+Duncan."
+
+Then they started off to school. It was a longish walk across the moor
+and along a dusty road to the nearest village. Robbie, although seven
+years old, was exempted from going on account of the distance and his
+delicacy. Elsie bore in mind that Duncan had gone before he was that
+age, but Robbie was such a petted baby. He was not nearly so strong as
+Duncan had been at his age.
+
+Duncan's was a very placid, slow sort of mind. He went through his tasks
+without any excitement or distraction, although occasionally a vague
+curiosity as to what Elsie could want the atlas for, and what the letter
+said about them, did wander through his brain. When school was ended he
+slipped out unobserved with a small atlas, which he had had difficulty
+to secure, under his jacket.
+
+Elsie was waiting for him at the edge of the moor. They sat down on some
+stones, and Elsie pulled the letter from inside the neck of her dress.
+
+"I shan't say anything; I shall read it to you," she began; "and if you
+can't make anything of it I s'pose I must explain it afterwards. It's
+from our father to Mrs. MacDougall."
+
+"What, to mother?" Duncan asked.
+
+"H'm, you'll see presently," Elsie said impatiently. "Worst of it is,
+there's a piece torn off all along, which makes it difficult to read. It
+begins, 'Dear Mrs. MacDougall.' Oh, I forgot. It's put at the top,
+'Kensington, London.' That's the capital of England, you know, and it
+means that the person what wrote it lived there."
+
+"But father didn't, did he?" began Duncan.
+
+"Hold your tongue till I've read it," Elsie replied. "I can't stop to
+explain beforehand. This is it:--
+
+  "'DEAR MRS. MACDOUGA
+    I have to be
+  teller of very bad new
+  sister, my poor wife die
+  morning. It will not be a
+  shock to you than it wa
+  me. I had no thought
+  it was likely to happen
+  a few hours previous
+  sent her love to you
+  her mother.
+    The two little things ar
+  but I have been
+  what I can do with th
+  I have not seen them'"
+
+(here the page turns over and the missing words are from the
+commencement of the line)--
+
+                                    "'night and I don't feel
+                                  to see them yet. The sound
+                                   ir voices is too much for
+                                       hat can I, a helpless
+                                       wer do for them. They
+                                   be better off among their
+                                          kinsfolk than left
+                                 mercy of strangers. I often
+                                         I made a mistake in
+                                   nging poor Nannie to this
+                                  cat crowded city away from
+                                    ive moors.
+                                      The children I am told
+                                     eak and delicate. There
+                                      be a chance for them'"
+
+(here the fresh page begins)--
+
+  "'in their mother's native
+  The woman who has charge
+  trustworthy. She shall brin
+  to you, if you will take
+  they live, bring them up with
+  your own, and as your own.
+  the girl turns out anything
+  her mother, she will be we
+  enough. I shall not interfe
+  the children. All I want to
+  is that they are well care
+  In a year or two I may
+  able to interest myself
+  them. For the pres'"
+
+(fresh page)--
+
+                                     "'likely I shall wander
+                                            t, Reply at once
+                                     Yours truly,
+                                        R. GROSVENOR.'"
+
+When Elsie had finished reading she sat looking at Duncan. "It doesn't
+seem very plain," he ventured to say, presently; "and there wasn't
+anything about you or me in it. You said there was."
+
+[Illustration: "MRS. MACDOUGALL GLANCED AT HER MOTHER" (_p. 8_).]
+
+"Stupid little thing! isn't there some of it torn off? and when you put
+the words in it's easy enough to read. I've put them in to myself. First
+of all, it's about Aunt Nannie dying, isn't it?"
+
+"I s'pose it is," Duncan agreed; "and it's writ by Uncle Richard, isn't
+it?"
+
+"If you call him Uncle Richard. I say it's our father what wrote
+it--yours and mine, Duncan."
+
+Duncan stared at her in puzzled silence. "But Aunt Nannie was our Aunt
+Grosvenor, wasn't she?" he asked.
+
+"If you call her Aunt Grosvenor. I say she was our mother. I'm sure she
+was," said Elsie.
+
+"Our mother!" Duncan said, under his breath. "What do you mean, Elsie?"
+
+"The letter says something about two little babies," Elsie began.
+
+"Does it?" Duncan asked. "I didn't hear it."
+
+"Well, it says, the 'little things,' and that's the same; and it's all
+about sending them to Aunt Nannie's native place. Well, this is Aunt
+Nannie's native place; and who were the two little things, eh?"
+
+"I'm sure I dunno," Duncan said slowly.
+
+"Well, they weren't Robbie, were they? Then, who were they? Why, you an'
+me, of course. It says 'the girl' somewhere, an' of course that's me. So
+now, isn't the letter about us? an' that's why granny was so afraid of
+losing it. Do you see now, little silly? It's plain enough."
+
+"But why did they?" murmured Duncan.
+
+"That's the funny part of it. They ought to have told us. Why didn't
+she?"
+
+"Who?"
+
+"Why, Robbie's mother, of course. She isn't our mother, an' I'm not
+going to call her mother; I shall call her 'she.' You can call her what
+you like. Why does she pretend to be our mother when she isn't? It's
+different with granny, 'cos she's our granny right enough. Didn't I hear
+her say 'Meg 'ud rue it?' It's a shame to have made a secret of it."
+
+Duncan had been turning it over in his poor little mind. He formed ideas
+very slowly, but there was often more sense in them when formed than in
+the quick conclusions of cleverer children.
+
+"But if Uncle Grosvenor is our father, Elsie, why don't we live with
+him? He never's been to see us, never. He'd be sure to know Aunt Nannie
+was our mother, and not--you know--'she.'"
+
+"I believe," said Elsie, in a mysterious voice, "that 'R. Grosvenor'
+thinks we're dead."
+
+"Oh, Elsie! but we aren't at all," gasped Duncan.
+
+"No, I shouldn't, think so. Doesn't the letter say they are weak and
+delicate (what a beautiful letter it is, Duncan. I'm sure R. Grosvenor
+is a grand gentleman), and 'bring them up with your own and as your own
+for a year or two?' That was till we got strong; and she's kept us
+always. Of course R. Grosvenor (I'm not going to say uncle), doesn't
+know that we're quite well now. I'm sure he thinks we're dead. Who does
+'your own' mean but Robbie. Oh, how dull you are, Duncan! Can't you see
+now why she pets that boy so, and makes such a fuss over him? He's her
+own, and we're not; she loves him and doesn't love us. Did she ever beat
+Robbie?"
+
+"Robbie isn't naughty," Duncan protested; "at least, only a very little
+sometimes."
+
+Elsie uttered an impatient exclamation. "Does Robbie have to fetch milk,
+and go to school, and pick up wood? No; he's treated different. Now you
+know why I don't like her."
+
+Duncan gave vent to a sigh of perplexity. There rose up in his mind a
+sort of uncomfortable feeling that everything was going topsy-turvy.
+Somehow or another he seemed to see Robbie's mother sitting by the side
+of Elsie's bed when she had the fever last winter, and bustling about to
+get nice things for her, hushing the others with a strange look in her
+eyes that made them quiet at once, for they could see she was troubled.
+Or he seemed to smell the grateful smell of the hot cakes waiting, crisp
+and tempting, before the big cheerful fire, to greet them on their
+return from afternoon school on a dreary winter day. She had been kind,
+though she was so strict, especially to Elsie, and Duncan was feeling
+something very much like sorrow to think that, after all, she was not
+their mother.
+
+"What are you going to do, Elsie?" he asked presently.
+
+"I've just been wondering when you were going to ask me that. Of course
+it can't stop like this. Haven't you heard granny say how rich Uncle
+Grosvenor was, and what a grand place it was where he lived? Well, then,
+he's a grand laird, an' if we lived with him you'd be a little laird,
+and me a lady. Does he think we have to fetch milk and butter, and go
+after the hens, an' all that? But I'm goin' to let him know all about
+it."
+
+"How, Elsie?"
+
+"Well," Elsie replied, "I've been thinking of that, an' it's just a real
+difficult matter; for I'd never get time to write all the long
+explanation, with that _she_ always prying after me. She'd find it out,
+an' stop the letter, even if I could find the paper; an' I dunno' as I
+can spell all the long words it 'ud take to explain it. An' more too, I
+couldn't wait an' wait for the answer. We ought to go an' see Uncle--R.
+Grosvenor. I've almost made up my mind, Duncan, that I'll go to England
+an' find him."
+
+"You couldn't do it," Duncan said.
+
+"Couldn't I?" Elsie said scornfully, "It isn't so very far. England's
+another country, but it joins on. You only step out o' one into the
+other, for I looked most particular; an' there wasn't even mountains to
+get over. There's only what folk call the border, an' I'm sure that
+isn't much. P'raps it's a line, or a road, or a ditch, or something like
+it. You go straight out of Scotland--as straight as ever you can go.
+I've looked on the map. Give it me now. If you go from Dunster you've
+only to keep in a straight line till you get into England, an' any
+one'll tell you the way to London."
+
+"I'm sure it's a dreadful long way," Duncan said disconsolately. "I
+should be frightened while you was gone, till you came back."
+
+"Come back," said Elsie. "I shan't never do that, I hope. When I find my
+father he'll take care o' me. Now then, will you come with me, Duncan?"
+
+"I don't think I'd go, Elsie. We might get lost," Duncan urged. "I wish
+you could write a letter instead."
+
+"I've made up my mind to go if I do anything at all," Elsie said, in a
+tone of decision. "You needn't come unless you like."
+
+Duncan looked perplexed again. This was indeed an awkward predicament.
+The thought of running away to England didn't seem nice, somehow, but if
+Elsie went and he stayed, how frightened he'd be all the time about her;
+and when they questioned him, how would he be able to keep her secret,
+especially if Robbie's mother had that troubled look in her eyes? and
+how lonely it would be going backwards and forwards across the moor all
+alone without Elsie.
+
+"I wish you wouldn't go, Elsie," he said to her presently.
+
+"Most likely I shall," Elsie replied. "Mind you tell no tales. We must
+be quick home now. Come along; I shall have to think of ever so many
+things before we go, so you'll have plenty o' time to know whether
+you'll come or stay behind. Oh, I know I shall be a real lady, Duncan,
+an' have bonny clothes. Of course I shouldn't like fetching milk an'
+things when I'm a little lady born. Isn't it a shame, Duncan?"
+
+"I dunno; _I_ don't mind," Duncan then said.
+
+"Give me the atlas," Elsie said; "I must get away an' have a goodish
+look at it when we get in, for you must be quite sure and take it back
+this afternoon."
+
+But Elsie was not to "get away," for Mrs. MacDougall was waiting at the
+gate with a basket by her side.
+
+"You've been loiterin' again," she cried briskly. "I've been waitin'
+this half-hour for you to take these beans down to the shop. Here's a
+bit o' bread you can eat along the road, an' you'll have just to make
+haste."
+
+Elsie cast a defiant glance at the basket as she took it slowly up. She
+knew too well its destination. The neatly tied-up bundles of young
+well-grown beans lying on the fresh cabbage-leaves would be one of the
+attractions of the village shop. A day or two ago all the plums that
+were ripe had gone the same way, to the children's disgust. Mrs.
+MacDougall was a clever gardener, and had a ready sale for her small
+stock of produce. To-day Elsie and Duncan would get no dinner beyond the
+bit of bread. That was the result of their loitering. They had lost the
+valuable time through their talk over the letter.
+
+But Elsie quite lost sight of the fact that she alone was responsible
+for losing it, and was very angry about it.
+
+"I have quite decided," she said to Duncan. "This is what I'll do; to
+England I will go!"
+
+(_To be continued._)
+
+
+
+
+LITTLE MISS PROPRIETY.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+  "Dainty little maiden,
+    Sitting there in state,
+  While the music's calling,
+    And the dancers wait.
+
+  "A courtly little beau
+    For your hand is waiting:
+  What is it, my dear,
+    That you are debating?
+
+  "Do the pretty slippers
+    Pinch your tiny feet?
+  Tell me quickly, dearie,
+    Why you keep your seat."
+
+  Little maiden answers,
+    Anger in her face,
+  "We's not bin intodoost:
+    It's twite a disgwase!"
+
+MARY LANG.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: "SHE SAW A CAT'S FACE LOOKING UP AT HER."]
+
+FIGHTING WITH A SHADOW.
+
+
+"It is much pleasanter to be by oneself, then there is no one to quarrel
+with," said Pussy.
+
+And she stretched herself out on the soft, mossy turf, and half closed
+her eyes, purring gently. She was a young cat, and got into much trouble
+at home, for she was constantly quarrelling with her brothers and
+sisters. She said it was their fault, and they said it was hers. And
+Mrs. Grimalkin, the old cat, said that there were faults on both sides.
+
+"I'm _not_ a bad temper," said Pussy; "and I never quarrel with people
+unless they quarrel with me." So saying, she opened her eyes wider, and
+looked round. She liked the warm sunshine, and the scent of the flowers,
+and the soft velvet turf.
+
+How pleasant it was!
+
+"I should like to live here always," she said. "Then Tib, Frisk, and
+Kitty would not be able to tease me as they do. It is very annoying to
+be tormented all the time, and if one says a word in one's own defence,
+one gets blamed for being quarrelsome. The idea of my quarrelling with
+any one: it is perfectly absurd."
+
+And Pussy purred and looked round complacently.
+
+Presently she crept down to the water's edge, and peeped over into the
+smooth glassy stream; and as she did so she saw a cat's face looking up
+at her. She stretched out her paw to give it a pat, and the other cat
+did the same. Then she drew away, and raised her back as high as she
+could. So did the other cat, only it seemed to Pussy as if she were
+upside down.
+
+"So provoking," said Pussy; "just as I fancied I was all alone here, to
+find that there is a cat under the water coming up to trouble me.
+Probably she has a large family down there, and they will come swarming
+up and be as disagreeable as my own sisters and brothers. And how
+exceedingly mean of her not to give notice that she was coming. I should
+have heard the faintest mew, for everything is so quiet here. It is
+evident that her intentions are hostile, or she would not steal up like
+a thief. But I will certainly not stand such behaviour."
+
+And again she put out her paw.
+
+So did the other cat.
+
+"Where do you come from?" asked Pussy. But she received no answer.
+
+"Speak!" said she, impatiently waving her tail.
+
+The other cat waved in return, but no answer came. Then Pussy began to
+get very angry. So did the other cat.
+
+And they grew fiercer and fiercer, making strange faces at each other,
+until at length Pussy became so much enraged that she prepared to spring
+upon her enemy, and would the next moment have plunged into the water,
+had not some one suddenly seized the tip of her tail.
+
+She turned to avenge herself upon the new offender, when lo! who should
+it be but her own mother, Mrs. Grimalkin, who happened to be out on a
+foraging expedition, and chanced to pass that way.
+
+"You foolish young creature," said she; "if I had not been here you
+would have been drowned. Don't you see that it is but your own image in
+the water: there isn't another cat there; it is only your own shadow.
+But cats as quarrelsome as you are, when they can find no one else to
+fight with, will fight even with a shadow."
+
+J. G.
+
+
+
+
+PRETTY WORK FOR LITTLE FINGERS.
+
+EMBROIDERED GLASS-CLOTH.
+
+
+[Illustration: FIG. 1.--PATTERN SQUARE.]
+
+
+This is very pretty and easy work, just the thing for any little folk
+who are anxious to help a fancy sale for some good cause, or to make a
+nice useful present to a friend, but who have not time or skill to
+undertake anything long and difficult. It is very quickly done, and can
+be used for toilet-covers and mats (these should be edged with narrow
+torchon lace), night-dress cases, aprons, comb-bags, and a number of
+useful articles; it is much admired, and always sells well at a bazaar.
+
+[Illustration: FIG. 2.--BORDER.]
+
+All you have to do is to get some common glass-cloth, tolerably fine,
+with cross-bars of red or blue, and some red or navy blue
+knitting-cotton, which you can buy either by the pound or the ball.
+
+
+[Illustration: FIG. 3.--WORKED WITH COTTON.]
+
+Two ounces will do a quantity of work, and cost about the same as a
+ball. With this, which may be either the same colour as that of the
+material or the contrasting one, the pattern is worked upon the squares
+formed by the cross-bars, as in Fig. 1, and in this way a number of
+pretty devices can be formed. Toilet-covers and large aprons should have
+a border as in Fig. 2; for mats a single border will suffice. Bags, &c,
+may be worked in checquers, every alternate square, or in large
+cross-bars, by carrying on Fig. 2 over the whole surface, but when you
+choose a large pattern, always count the squares before you cut off your
+piece, or you may find the pattern break off in the middle.
+
+[Illustration: FIG. 4.--WORKED WITH WOOL.]
+
+I have seen a very effective-looking bag, all the squares of which were
+worked over with dark blue cotton, the bars being blue, and two tiny red
+stitches worked as in Fig. 3, wherever a simple cross was formed by the
+cotton intersecting the stripe of the material.
+
+Use a darning or crewel needle, and a very long thread, or you will have
+to be continually taking fresh. This work is sometimes done with crewel
+wool, and in rather a different way, see Fig. 4; but it is not so neat
+and pretty, in my opinion, as that done with cotton, and is more
+extravagant, since the wool must be used double and every stitch
+repeated.
+
+I once saw a large apron with bib and pocket bordered with squares
+worked in this style with bright dark ultramarine crewels, and with
+ribbon strings of the same colour; it had a handsome effect. I shall
+only say in conclusion that I have no doubt the clever brains and nimble
+fingers of some of my young readers will soon be able to improve upon
+these simple elementary designs, and to produce some new and more
+elaborate ones which will give them all the more pleasure for being of
+their own creating.
+
+SOMERSET.
+
+
+
+
+STORIES TOLD IN WESTMINSTER ABBEY.
+
+_By_ EDWIN HODDER ("OLD MERRY").
+
+
+[Illustration: CLOISTER. WESTMINSTER ABBEY.]
+
+I.--HOW THE ABBEY WAS BUILT.
+
+One day some children came to me, and said, "Oh, do please take us out
+somewhere on our half-holiday, and show us some of the great sights of
+London." Remembering how it had once been my privilege to be one of a
+party invited to go over Westminster Abbey, under the guidance of the
+late Dean Stanley, and how, from his graphic descriptions, the Abbey had
+ever since had an additional wealth of interest to me, I proposed to
+these young people that they should meet me some Saturday afternoon, and
+I would take them over the Abbey, and tell them all I could remember or
+read up about its history. They were delighted with the proposal, and
+so to the Abbey we went.
+
+I should like to take all the readers of LITTLE FOLKS in the same way,
+but I remember the story of the British Princess, named St. Ursula, who
+undertook to "personally conduct" eleven thousand young maidens to Rome,
+and how she came to grief on the return journey, as any one may see who
+goes to Cologne, where all their bones are preserved in a church; and as
+I should have a great many more followers than she, I think it will be
+better if I try in the next six numbers to tell you what I told the
+young people who went with me on that Saturday afternoon and on other
+afternoons, and as nearly as I can in the same words.
+
+Now, girls and boys, before we enter the portals of Westminster Abbey, I
+want you first to come with me and walk round about it, so as to see it
+well from the outside; and first of all, we will post ourselves near to
+the great hall built by William Rufus as a portion of his intended
+palace. It was upon this spot that Edward the Confessor dwelt, and for
+fifteen years watched the erection of the Abbey. But you must not
+imagine that the beautiful building that rises so grandly before us as
+we stand here to-day is the same that the Confessor reared, for of his
+famous church only one or two columns and low-browed arches are now in
+existence. Of the edifice we now behold, the central portions were built
+by Henry III., the nave was added under the Edwards and Henry V., the
+gorgeous eastern chapel was raised by Henry VII., and bears his name,
+and the western towers rose when George III. was king.
+
+But I shall have more to say to you presently about these various
+additions. Let us cross over now to St. Margaret's Churchyard, and as we
+stroll round the Abbey, I will tell you how it came to be built at all.
+To get at the very beginning, we shall have to go back to a time long
+before Edward the Confessor sat watching his workmen--to the days when
+London was a Roman city, and when the site of modern Westminster was a
+marshy tract of ground, crossed by various streams and channels. At that
+time the river Thames and one of these channels enclosed an island about
+a quarter of a mile long and somewhat less in breadth. It was a marshy
+wilderness, and had the character of being "a terrible place," and
+amongst its swamps and thickets the huge red deer, with his immense
+antlers, and the wild ox found a refuge. When it received a name, it
+became known as Thorn-Ey, that is, Isle of Thorns; in later days people
+called it Thorney Island. Tradition says that in the midst of the
+wilderness there was erected, in the year 154 A.D., a Temple of Apollo.
+We are next told that King Lucius, who was said to have been the founder
+of a great many English churches, turned the temple into a Christian
+sanctuary. Then we hear that in 616 A.D., Sebert, King of Essex, founded
+an Abbey here, and dedicated it to St. Peter, "in order to balance the
+compliment he had made to St. Paul on Ludgate Hill." All this is very
+doubtful, but from the earliest times in history there has been shown a
+grave of Sebert as that of the founder of the Abbey.
+
+Twelve monks of the Benedictine order were placed here by Dunstan, and
+suffered a great deal from the Danes, who in these times did much
+mischief in England. The last of the Saxon kings who kept up the long
+struggle with these pagans was Edward, who by his exile to escape from
+their tyranny won the title of Confessor. He was a very strange man, who
+seemed never thoroughly happy except when he was sitting in church or
+when he was hunting in the woods. He had milk-white hair and beard, rosy
+cheeks, "thin white hands, and long transparent fingers." He was
+sometimes gentle, sometimes furious; sometimes very grave, going about
+with eyes fixed on the ground, sometimes bursting out into wild fits of
+laughter.
+
+Edward returned from his exile accompanied by Norman courtiers and
+Norman priests, and full of Norman ideas. He appears to have been very
+much delighted with his visits to the great continental cathedrals, so
+different from the simple structures of the Saxons. During his troubles
+he had vowed to make a pilgrimage to Rome; but the Pope gave him leave
+to build an Abbey to St. Peter instead. Edward accordingly resolved to
+restore the monastery on the Isle of Thorns, on a very different scale
+from anything that had been before attempted in England.
+
+According to a legend told in after years, there was near Worcester a
+holy hermit "of great age, living on fruits and roots," who dwelt "far
+from men in a wilderness on the slope of a wood, in a cave deep down in
+the grey rock." To this holy man St. Peter appeared one night, and bade
+him tell the king that he was released from his pilgrimage, and that at
+Thorney, near the city, he must build a Benedictine Abbey, which should
+be "the gate of heaven, the ladder of prayer, whence those who serve St.
+Peter there shall be by him admitted into Paradise." The hermit wrote
+out his dream on parchment, and sent it to the king, who compared it
+with the message to the same purpose just received from Rome, and at
+once set to work on the project.
+
+Another story was told to show that Thorney was specially under the
+patronage of St. Peter. It was said that on the evening before Mellitus,
+first Bishop of London, was about to consecrate the monastery built here
+by King Sebert, a fisherman named Edric was engaged by a venerable
+stranger to ferry him across to the island. The stranger entered the
+church, and assisted by a host of angels, who descended with sweet
+odours and flaming candles, dedicated the church with all the usual
+ceremonies. Then returning to the awe-struck fisherman, the mysterious
+stranger declared himself to be St. Peter, Keeper of the Keys of Heaven,
+and that he had consecrated his own Church of St. Peter, Westminster.
+When the king and Bishop Mellitus arrived next day, Edric told his
+story, and pointed out the marks of the twelve crosses on the church,
+the walls within and without moistened with holy water, the letters of
+the Greek alphabet written twice over distinctly on the sand, the traces
+of the oil, and even the droppings of the angelic candles. The bishop
+could not presume to add any further ceremonial, but retired.
+
+Edward restored the old royal palace close by, and dwelt there fifteen
+years, superintending the erection of the Abbey. Dean Stanley says he
+spent upon it one-tenth of the property of the kingdom. His end was
+approaching when he dedicated the Abbey, on Innocents Day, 1065, and on
+the last day of the year he died. I shall tell you about his funeral
+later on.
+
+The edifice stood pretty much as Edward the Confessor left it till the
+reign of Henry III., who showed his love for the Abbey first by adding
+to it, and then by demolishing it almost entirely, and raising in its
+place the building that has been called "the most lovely and lovable
+thing in Christendom." In this rebuilding St. Peter was almost lost
+sight of, and the Shrine and Chapel of Edward the Confessor became, as
+it were, the central idea of the whole. Very lavishly did King Henry
+spend his money over the restored Abbey: the cost was at least half a
+million, as we should reckon it. His work includes the apse and choir,
+the two transepts, one arch of the nave, and the chapter-house; Under
+the Edwards the nave unfolded itself farther west, and the Abbot's House
+and Jerusalem Chamber were built. Richard II. was very fond of the
+Abbey, and rebuilt, at great expense, the famous north portal, often
+spoken of as "The Beautiful Gate," or "Solomon's Porch." By Henry V. the
+nave was prolonged nearly to its present length. It was just completed
+in time for the grand procession to sweep along it when the _Te Deum_
+was sung for the victory at Agincourt. The architect by whom the work
+was carried out was Dick Whittington, Lord Mayor of London.
+
+The next important addition to the Abbey took place in the reign of
+Henry VII., when the large eastern chapel which bears that monarch's
+name was built. The great wars of York and Lancaster were now over, but
+amongst the chief actors in those tragic events there was one who, by
+his saintly goodness and sufferings, had left a revered name upon the
+lips of Englishmen. Images of Henry VI. were seen in great churches
+throughout the country, and stories of his good works and miracles were
+everywhere told. Henry VII. promised to build at Westminster a
+magnificent chapel, in memory of Henry VI. The Pope promised
+"canonisation" (as the making of a new saint is called), and the king
+obtained from the Westminster Convent 500 pounds (equal to 5,000 pounds
+nowadays) for the transference thither of the holy remains. But they
+were never brought from Windsor. Henry dreaded the immense expense, and
+completed the chapel as a grand sepulchre for himself and his new
+dynasty.
+
+There is one feature of the Abbey, as seen from the outside, of which I
+have not spoken--the western towers. These were built as far as the roof
+by Abbot Islip, who witnessed the erection of Henry VII.'s Chapel. Two
+hundred and thirty years afterwards Sir Christopher Wren restored
+Islip's work, and designed the upper portions. The edifice is not yet
+complete, as the square central tower requires a lofty spire to complete
+it.
+
+And so, young people, in the course of centuries, from out "the terrible
+place" in the wilderness-island has risen the famous Abbey of
+Westminster, the full title of which is the "Collegiate Church, or
+Abbey, of St. Peter." We have now got over the dry part of our subject,
+so we will enter the Abbey, and as we tread its holy shades together I
+shall have more interesting things to tell you about some of the famous
+men and women and stormy events that have made it for ever memorable.
+
+
+
+
+MADGE'S DOVE
+
+
+  "Now, Madge," cried Hal, and bent his bow,
+    "Just watch this famous shot;
+  See that old willow by the brook--
+    I'll hit the middle knot."
+  Swift flew the arrow through the air,
+    Madge watched it eager-eyed;
+  But, oh! for Harry's gallant vaunt,
+    The wayward dart flew wide.
+
+  Flew wide, and struck his cousin's dove
+    As, wheeling round and round,
+  It hovered near--the wounded bird
+    Fell fluttering to the ground.
+  And in a moment o'er her pet
+    Dear Madge is bending low.
+  Oh, how she blames the faithless dart,
+    The cruel, cruel bow!
+
+  The dove, soft folded in her hands,
+    She presses to her breast;
+  The bird that brought the olive spray
+    Was never more caressed.
+  Her tears upon its plumage fall,
+    They fall like soft warm rain--
+  Sure if the bird were dead such love
+    Would give it life again.
+
+  Poor Hal stands by, and tries to speak
+    His sorrow and regret;
+  Madge scarcely hears a word he says
+    For pity of her pet.
+  But time, the gentle healer, cures
+    The wounds of doves and men--
+  The days restore to faithful Madge
+    Her bonnie bird again.
+
+ROBERT RICHARDSON.
+
+[Illustration: THE WOUNDED DOVE (_See p._ 16.)]
+
+
+
+
+OUR SUNDAY AFTERNOONS.
+
+SOLOMON'S DREAM AT GIBEON.
+
+
+It had been a great day at Gibeon. A thousand animals had been
+slaughtered, and laid upon the altar of burnt-offering; and, as the
+successive sacrifices were consumed, the flames had ascended, and the
+smoke, in curling clouds, had gone up towards heaven in token of
+acceptance.
+
+A new king had come to the throne, a grand, and great, and mighty king,
+Solomon, the most comely of the sons of David. The fierce fightings of
+David, the man of war, were over. The glittering crown of Israel had
+been placed upon the head of Solomon the Peaceable; and the people hoped
+great things, and celebrated his accession with loud and hearty
+rejoicings. The dominion of Israel extended, as had been promised to
+Abraham, from the Euphrates to the river of Egypt. David and his mighty
+men had fought and conquered. And now the people of Israel were entering
+into rest, and into the enjoyment of that which his sword had won for
+them.
+
+So Solomon, in his gratitude, offered up his thousand burnt-offerings;
+and the people, with heart and soul, joined him in praise to God, and
+their joyous psalms of thanksgiving went up with the ascending smoke.
+
+Gibeon, which was a priestly city, lay in the tribe of Benjamin, about
+six miles and a half from Jerusalem; and there, in the reign of David,
+the Tabernacle, which had been at Shiloh, had somehow come to be
+pitched.
+
+So Gibeon had become an important place; and thither Solomon went to
+offer up his sacrifice.
+
+The flames that had consumed the last animal had died away, and the
+cloud of smoke had ceased to go up. The sun that had lighted up the
+world had sunk below the horizon, amid clouds of gold and purple,
+seemingly well pleased to have witnessed, on this sin-stained earth, so
+grand and noble a scene as that of a young and happy, handsome and rich
+king, recognising God's providence, and offering up so worthy a
+sacrifice of praise and thanksgiving to Him who had placed him upon the
+throne.
+
+The shades of night had fallen upon all, and the joyous king himself had
+retired to rest. With a clear conscience and a light heart, he had lain
+down, and, after the fatigues of the eventful day, had fallen into a
+peaceful sleep.
+
+For all his subjects loved and honoured Solomon, and gloried in having
+him for their king.
+
+Well might his heart be light and his sleep be sweet. Well might his
+face be radiant with joy, even as he lay unconscious upon his bed. But
+soon an expression of still greater joy overspread his countenance. A
+still brighter light came into his face, and his heart leaped within
+him; for, in a dream of the night, God drew near this chosen and
+well-beloved son of David, to heap upon him still greater favours.
+
+Pleased with the love and gratitude and devotion, to which the young
+king had given expression by his costly sacrifice, God, who loves a
+thankful heart, and pours into it still more of His goodness, visited
+the sleeping Solomon in the stillness of the night.
+
+"Ask what I shall give thee," He said; and as the voice fell upon
+Solomon's ear--
+
+  "The heart of the sleeper beat high in his breast,
+        Joy quickened his pulse;"
+
+for that was the voice that he then most loved, and most desired to
+hear.
+
+And what an exceedingly gracious offer it made! To get whatever he
+should desire! Had ever grandest king been so favoured? But what should
+he ask for--this youthful king, to whom life was just opening out as a
+pleasant paradise, offering him all that seemed worth the coveting? Was
+there anything yet wanting to him? How many things he might have
+requested!
+
+His father is said to have died, at the age of seventy years, feeble and
+broken down. Would he, in so short a time, be tired of living? Would he,
+so soon, be ready to leave the glory and honour to which he had been
+called? Should he ask for length of days? Should he request that, till
+he had reached an age exceeding that of Methuselah, the cold hand of
+death might not be laid upon him, and the greedy and all-devouring tomb
+might not claim him as its victim? Should he ask that he might plant his
+feet upon the neck of all his enemies, not one daring to raise up a
+finger against him? Or should he desire that the vast riches, that had
+been heaped up by his father during his long and victorious wars, and
+that had been left to him, might be still further increased, and that he
+might be the richest and grandest king on the face of the earth? Or
+should he ask that he might become so famous, that so long as the world
+should endure, his name might be a household word, not only amongst his
+own people, but in distant lands, from east to west, and from north to
+south, wherever the foot of man might tread?
+
+[Illustration: VIEW NEAR GIBEON.]
+
+Oh, no! All these things, which many would have desired, were to him but
+empty things of earth, trifles that must pass away, vain bubbles that
+must burst and disappear, leaving behind them no true and lasting
+benefit. His thoughts did not dwell upon them, but upon higher, and
+better, and nobler things.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+He, the last born of David's sons, had been chosen before all his
+brethren, to sit upon the glorious throne of his father. Those over whom
+he had been called to rule were the chosen people of God. They had been
+taken out of all the nations of the world to be His own peculiar people,
+and to witness, amidst the idolatrous nations around them, to the living
+and true God. The heart of God was set upon them. His love was freely
+poured out upon them, and He had bound them to Himself, closely as a man
+bound around him his valued girdle. They were the descendants of
+faithful Abraham, of Isaac, and Jacob. They had become great, and mighty,
+and powerful, spreading themselves out like the cedars of Lebanon, and
+flourishing like the stately palms. All the surrounding nations looked
+upon them as the favoured of Heaven, and feared them.
+
+And he was called to rule them--he, so young and so inexperienced! It
+was his mission to rule them with justice, to train them in the paths of
+righteousness, and to bring them still nearer to Him who had chosen
+them.
+
+And how should he accomplish it? How small and insignificant he felt,
+and how utterly worthless! How he seemed to dwindle into nothing beside
+the great work that he was called to do! And yet how anxious he was to
+do it well! How he longed to be like his father David, a true shepherd
+to his people! How his heart yearned over his subjects; and how greatly
+he desired to govern them aright, and to be the channel through which
+the blessings of the great King of Heaven might be poured down upon
+them!
+
+Yes, that was the one thing he desired--worthily to perform the great
+work which had been given him to do. And young and inexperienced as he
+was, he could not do it of himself, and he must ask for the needful
+wisdom.
+
+A shade of regret for a moment darkened the face of the sleeper as he
+thought of his own inefficiency. But it soon passed away. There was
+wisdom for the asking; and his bright red lips moved in humble prayer.
+
+"O Lord," he murmured in deep reverence, "Thou hast showed great mercy
+unto David my father, and hast made me to reign in his stead. And Thy
+servant is in the midst of Thy people, which thou hast chosen--a great
+people that cannot be counted for multitude. I am but a little child. I
+know not how to go out, or to come in. Give me now wisdom and knowledge,
+for who can judge this Thy people that is so great?"
+
+How pleasing to God were the deep humility expressed in this prayer, the
+discernment of the great work that he was called to do; the earnest
+desire to be fitted to do it nobly and well, and the utter forgetfulness
+of all earthly glory and fame!
+
+There was no word of reproach, no saying that as the son of David he
+ought to be well qualified for governing. Only the gracious answer came,
+that, because all this was in the heart of the young king, because he
+had made the worthy fulfilment of his mission the grand aim of his life,
+wisdom and knowledge were granted to him. And because he had desired
+these rather than long life, or riches, or honour, or the lives of his
+enemies, there should also be given to him riches, and wealth, and
+honour, such as no king had ever enjoyed before him or should ever know
+after him. And if he served God faithfully, as his father David had
+done, length of days, also, should be added unto him.
+
+The young king awoke, "and, behold it was a dream." But it was not one
+of those fanciful dreams, that come and go, and mean nothing. It was a
+dream from God, a great reality, as he was soon to prove.
+
+From that time Solomon became noted for his wisdom and knowledge. On
+the most difficult points he was able to give a just judgment, that
+astonished all who heard it. "And the people feared him; for they saw
+that the wisdom of God was in him."
+
+His wisdom excelled that of all the wise men of the east, and the
+understanding of even the wise men of Egypt sank into the shade when
+compared with his.
+
+He gave his people three thousand proverbs. He wrote a thousand and five
+songs; one of them which is called the "Song of Songs," or the "Song of
+Solomon," and which has a place in the Bible, having a depth of
+beautiful meaning, which only the very wise can understand. He knew all
+about the trees, from the kingly cedar that reared its proud head on the
+famous heights of Lebanon, to the humble hyssop that sprang out of the
+wall. He could tell the nature of each, describe its flowers and its
+fruit, and point out of what it was symbolic. The beasts of the earth,
+the fowls of the air, the fishes of the sea, and even the creeping
+things were all to him as an open book. He could tell for what each was
+created, and what lesson each was intended to convey. He could answer
+the most difficult questions that any one could put to him; and his fame
+rapidly spread through all the countries of the then known world.
+
+He became so rich, too, that silver and gold were as common as the
+stones that he saw lying in the streets, as he rode through Jerusalem in
+his open chariot, clothed in white, threads of glittering gold mixed
+with his jet black hair.
+
+He erected the glorious temple, which for grandeur and magnificence
+stood unrivalled; and time would fail to tell of the splendour of his
+throne, of his palace, and of the palace which he built for his
+favourite wife.
+
+In almost all countries, his name has been familiar; and, to this day,
+the wild Arabs will tell wondrous stories about him, as they gather at
+night round their blazing fires. His grandeur and wisdom have ever since
+been proverbial; and even Jesus, when He wished to compare the lilies of
+the field with something very magnificent, spoke of "Solomon in all his
+glory."
+
+The great king, however, did not get length of days, because he
+afterwards grievously fell. But, without darkening this story with the
+account of his subsequent sins, let us try rather to learn some of the
+useful lessons that it is intended to teach. Perhaps you have already
+found them out.
+
+Like Solomon, we have all in life a great work to do, and we all lack
+wisdom. But we have only, as St. James tells us, to "ask of God," who
+giveth to _all_ men liberally, without reproaching them for their
+foolishness. And if we seek the wisdom that comes from above--the wisdom
+of Jesus Christ, we need have no fear; for, as the great Master Himself
+tells us, all other things will be added unto us.
+
+H. D.
+
+
+
+
+BIBLE EXERCISES FOR SUNDAY AFTERNOONS.
+
+
+1. Which is the only miracle of our Lord that is related by all the four
+Evangelists?
+
+2. What city, after its destruction, was sown with salt, as a sign of
+the barrenness and desolation that its enemies wished to see come upon
+it?
+
+3. How many lepers are we told, were cleansed by our Lord?
+
+4. Whence did Solomon procure the pattern according to which he built
+the Temple?
+
+5. Where does the psalmist call God the health of the countenance?
+
+6. What is the only occasion on which we read of Jesus sleeping?
+
+7. Where is Mary, the mother of Jesus, last mentioned.
+
+8. Where do we read that, while, in the reign of David, the old
+Tabernacle remained at Gibeon, a new tent was pitched at Jerusalem for
+the ark of the Lord?
+
+9. In which place, after the pitching of the new Tabernacle, did the
+high priest officiate?
+
+10. Where do we find that Solomon, on his accession, recognised the
+sanctity of both places?
+
+11. Where is there a prophecy of Jonah concerning Israel, not recorded
+in the Bible, alluded to in the history of the kings?
+
+12. From what words of St. Paul do we gather that other Christians;
+besides Stephen, were put to death during the persecution at Jerusalem?
+
+ANSWERS TO BIBLE EXERCISES (61-72. See Vol. XIX., p. 346).
+
+61. In Lev. xix. 14, and Deut. xxvii. 18.
+
+62. In St. Matt. xxvi. 30, and St. Mark xiv. 26.
+
+63. In Gen. xviii. 14; Jer. xxxii. 17, 27; Job xlii. 2; St. Matt. xix.
+26; St. Mark x. 27, xiv. 36; St. Luke i. 37, xviii. 27.
+
+64. In St. Mark xii. 41-44; St. Luke xxi. 1-4; and 2 Cor. viii. 12.
+
+65. Of the mother of Samson, Judges xiii. 2-24, xiv. 2-9; and Hannah,
+the mother of Samuel, 1 Sam. i., ii. 1-10, 18-21.
+
+66. In Judges xiv. 12-19; and Ezek. xvii. 1-10.
+
+67. Proverbs xii. 10.
+
+68. In St. Matt. vi. 25-34; and St. Luke xii. 22-30.
+
+69. In St. Matt, xxiii. 5.
+
+70. St. John xvii. 4.
+
+71. In Lev. xix. 13; and Deut. xxiv. 14, 15.
+
+72. In Deut. xxi. 22, 23.
+
+
+
+
+NESSIE'S ADVENTURE.
+
+[Illustration: "THEY BROUGHT HER HOME IN TRIUMPH, A MERRY SIGHT TO
+SEE."]
+
+
+  Nessie was lost--her brothers
+    Had sought her high and low:
+  Where in the world was Baby?
+    Nobody seemed to know.
+
+  "Mother," at last said Harry,
+    "Now don't you be afraid;
+  We'll make up a grand search party,
+    And find our little maid."
+
+  Harry led forth his followers,
+    Down by the willowed pond,
+  Past the old grey turnstile,
+    And into the woods beyond.
+
+  They searched by stream and meadow,
+    They searched 'neath hedge and tree;
+  "Where," said the puzzled children,
+    "Where can the truant be?"
+
+  At last, at last they found her,
+    In a meadow far away,
+  Under a sheltering haystack,
+    Asleep 'mid the fragrant hay.
+
+  They brought her home in triumph,
+    A merry sight to see,
+  With flags and banners flying,
+    And songs of victory.
+
+
+
+
+TOO YOUNG FOR SCHOOL.
+
+_By the Author of "Harry Maxwell; or, Schoolboy Honour."_
+
+
+"Here, I say, old fellow! what's the matter? you look as sulky as a
+brown bear. And where's your cap gone? I say now, _do_ wake up! You'll
+catch it if old Jacky catches you."
+
+"Let me be. You would look sulky if you had a little chap of a brother
+sent to school, miles too young to come at all, and had got to look
+after him and keep him out of scrapes, and show him how to get on with
+his lessons, and keep the fellows from bullying him."
+
+"Why in the world did he come, Graham?"
+
+"Oh, don't bother, Johnny, old man," and as he spoke, Hubert Graham drew
+his arm away from the parapet over which he was leaning with book in
+hand, and turning round a frank, honest-looking face towards the boy who
+was questioning him, passed his hand over his eyes, and added, "What can
+have come to Uncle Charlie to make him send Chris off like this, I can't
+think. Middle of term too!"
+
+"Well, how is it?--explain to me--but--I say, old fellow, where's your
+cap? you'll be in no end of a row if you lose it, you know."
+
+Up went Hubert Graham's hand to his head, as he answered in a bewildered
+way, "Cap! Haven't I got--" and then hastily turning, and looking over
+the parapet, he exclaimed, "Oh! I say, Seton, just look there!" and he
+burst out into a hearty laugh as he added "One of those barge boys has
+just fished it up out of the water, and he's holding it up in triumph to
+me. I must have been dreaming. It's out of bounds," he went on, with a
+face of dismay.
+
+[Illustration: "LEANING WITH BOOK IN HAND" (_p. 21_).]
+
+"I wonder if the fellow will bring it up to me."
+
+"Not he," said Seton.
+
+Dr. Thornley's boys were not allowed to go, without special leave, any
+nearer the town on the outskirts of which the school was situated than
+the bridge over which Hubert had been leaning. The approach of a master
+solved the difficulty. Hubert Graham went up to him. "If you please,
+sir, I was leaning over the parapet, and my cap fell into the river. A
+bargee has picked it up. May I run and get it?"
+
+The master looked over, and laughed. "Perhaps he won't give it up. You
+may go and try."
+
+When Hubert Graham returned to the bridge in triumph so far as the
+possession of a very wet cap was concerned, but rather low in his mind
+at having had to pay the exacting bargee a shilling out of his somewhat
+scanty store of pocket-money, he found John Seton lingering about for
+him.
+
+"I say," he said, "I want to know about your uncle, and the little one.
+He's a jolly little man though; I expect he'll make his way."
+
+"But there's a terrible set in the lower school for him to make his way
+with, and he a mere baby."
+
+"Well! he's seven--and that seems like a baby to us, to be sure," said
+magnificent fourteen years, speaking in the person of John Seton; "and
+you're right. They _are_ a set; I wish I was the prefect in his
+dormitory, but I'm not. Tell me how he came here in such a hurry?"
+
+"Well, you needn't talk about it to the other fellows. Father and mother
+are in India. Father's regiment was ordered abroad four years ago, and
+mother went with him. There were three of us, and we were sent to Uncle
+Charlie to take care of. I was eight years old then, Nellie was five,
+and Chris three years old. Uncle was jolly and kind, and sent me here
+when I was ten. Just before the summer holidays were over Uncle Charlie
+married, and I'm sure our new aunt does not care for us to be there. But
+I never thought they'd send Chris to school. I wonder what they'll do
+with Nellie?"
+
+"Can't you write to your father?"
+
+"I will directly, but it's so long before I can hear."
+
+                *       *       *       *       *
+
+A poor little fellow taken from the nursery. A brave, bright little man
+enough, but oh! so young, so pitifully young to be sent to a school
+where there were fifty or sixty boys in what was called the lower school
+only! Poor little Christopher! If his mother could have seen him! He
+came--bright--happy--full of life, determined to like it; but before two
+days were over his little soul was full of misery. The boys of ten and
+eleven years became his dread and torment. On the second day he saw
+nothing of Hubert till the evening, and then he said, "Hubert, why
+couldn't I go to our grandfather?"
+
+"Nobody even thought of such a thing, Chris. I don't expect our
+grandfather would like us."
+
+"How do you know?" said the child.
+
+"Oh! don't bother," returned his brother. "Only by what I've heard nurse
+say. She was talking one day to Jane, and she said, 'The children would
+have gone to General Graham's, only, you know, he was angry with master
+for marrying, and so master never asked him to have them.' I asked nurse
+what she meant, and she was vexed that I'd heard it, and said it was
+nothing I could understand."
+
+"But I am so miserable here."
+
+"Try to like it. Seton says you can go into his study to-night, and do
+your exercises. The fellows in the school don't leave you alone, do
+they, Chris?"
+
+"No," said poor little Chris; "they don't." And sitting in Seton's
+little study that night the child found comfort for the first time.
+
+And for a few days things seemed better. But it was not to last. Those
+boys in the lower school, who had tormented him before, were worse than
+ever, now that they thought he was being made a favourite of by one of
+the senior boys, and the poor little fellow had no peace. He complained
+bitterly to his brother, but it was no good. Hubert said it would only
+make the boys ten times worse if he interfered. "And never mind, old
+fellow," he said; "it's half-holiday to-morrow, and you'll get some
+jolly games."
+
+"Jolly games," thought poor little Christopher; "I know better. They
+won't be very jolly to _me_."
+
+And then Christopher made up his mind, and in his brave little heart
+determined to tell no one, but to run away, if he only could, to his
+grandfather. He knew the way to the station from the school, and he knew
+that trains went direct to a station called Kingsdown, where Uncle
+Charlie always went when he visited grandfather. "After all, he can't be
+worse than the boys," he said to himself. "And Hubert can't help me."
+
+But Hubert did care. His smothered indignation and anxiety knew no
+bounds, and the very night that Chris made up his mind to run away, long
+after the other boys in his dormitory were asleep, Hubert lay awake
+thinking how he could help his little brother. He fancied he heard a
+noise in one of the dormitories. It seemed, he thought, to come from the
+direction of the one in which Christopher was. He raised himself on his
+elbow to listen, and muttered to himself, "They shall only wait till
+to-morrow, and then those two fellows, Howard and Peters, shall have a
+piece of my mind. They're the ringleaders. It shall be the worse for
+them if they've been frightening him to-night."
+
+[Illustration: "SITTING IN SETON'S LITTLE STUDY."]
+
+And he lay there listening till all seemed quiet, and then saying to
+himself, "The poor little chap is at peace now, I expect," he turned
+round, and dropped off to sleep.
+
+But he had not been listening quite long enough.
+
+Little Christopher waited till all the boys in his room were sound
+asleep, pinching himself to keep himself awake; then out of bed he
+crept, felt for his clothes, which were close at hand, huddled them on,
+put his feet into his felt slippers, as he dared not put on any boots,
+and got out in the passage. His bed was near the door, which was
+fortunate, for he thought, if he had had to pass many of the boys' beds,
+his courage would have failed him. Down the stairs he stole--oh! how
+they creaked--and unfastening the shutters of one of the school-room
+windows, got out of it into the garden. But ah! he hadn't calculated on
+the big dog, whose kennel was hard by, and who was out in a moment.
+
+"Dear, darling Ponto," cried the poor little fellow; "don't bark, my
+dear." And up he went, and stroked and patted the great mastiff, who,
+already knowing the little fellow, put his paws on his shoulders, and
+licked his face with great appreciation. For Christopher was tenderly
+kind to animals, and he was rewarded for this now in his day of deep
+distress. Ponto did not bark.
+
+Christopher whispered to him. "Ponto, I'm very unhappy. I'm running
+away. I wish I could take you with me. I only love you here; excepting
+Hubert, and he can't help me;" and away he stole.
+
+As he got into the high road the early dawn of morning gave him a little
+light.
+
+All was consternation in the school later, in the morning. A boy
+missing! Dr. Thornley summoned the whole school before him. Could any
+boy give him any information?
+
+[Illustration: "HUBERT LAY AWAKE" (_p. 23_).]
+
+Hubert came forward. "He said he should run away yesterday, sir; but I
+had no notion the poor boy would or could, or I'd never have left him
+last night."
+
+"Why?--for what reason?" said Dr. Thornley, his face growing sterner and
+graver.
+
+John Seton came forward. "I'm afraid, sir, there's very bad bullying in
+the lower school."
+
+"So bad as this, that a boy should run away!" said the doctor; "and you
+a prefect!"
+
+The colour mounted high in John Seton's fine young face.
+
+"I've not had anything to do with the discipline the three weeks since
+Graham minor has been here, sir; but some of us meant to speak. It could
+not go on."
+
+"May I go after him, sir?" said Hubert, his voice quivering with
+anxiety.
+
+"I have sent to search for him in all directions," said the doctor. "A
+poor little child like that might meet with many mishaps. I am
+surprised," and his voice shook, "that none of you bigger boys let me
+know of any of this base, low, ungentlemanly conduct."
+
+The expression on the countenances of some of the boys of the lower
+school, as these words fell from the doctor's lips, may be imagined.
+
+Dr. Thornley was the kindest-hearted of men, but there were certain
+offences that moved him greatly; and when moved to wrath, the boys knew
+he could be terrible.
+
+"I must find this all out; and if the boys who have been bullying little
+Graham have not the bravery to come forward, and confess it of their own
+free will, I must take measures to discover who they were. But I warn
+them," added the doctor, "that if I find them out before they have come
+forward and freely confessed their base conduct, their time at this
+school will be short. To-day is a half-holiday. All the lower school
+will keep within bounds to-day."
+
+At that instant "Old Jacky," as the boys called him, the school porter,
+brought the doctor a telegram. His face wore a look of great relief as
+he read it. And he turned to poor Hubert.
+
+"Your brother is safe." Then to the school he said, "I have just had
+this telegram, which I will read, 'General Sir Henry Graham, Sefton
+Court, to Dr. Thornley, Middleborough. Christopher Graham safe with me.
+Shall make full inquiries.'"
+
+[Illustration: "FAST ASLEEP, WITH HIS HEAD ON THE DOG" (_p. 25_).]
+
+At Sefton Court the same morning all was lazy and quiet. The blinds
+drawn down the entrance door side of the house to keep out the sun, but
+doors and windows thrown wide open. An old gentleman sitting in his
+library, reading his paper. Something made the old gentleman restless.
+He fidgeted. Something was wrong with his glasses. Then to himself he
+said, "I wish Henry was here. Shall write by next mail. Why shouldn't
+his wife come home, and bring the children here? I don't half like it
+now that Charlie's married. Perhaps she won't like the children. Got a
+craze on education too. They overdo it. Dear me! I wonder where that
+fellow Thomas is?"
+
+And up got the old gentleman, and walked to the door. He had no sooner
+opened it than he gave a great start. "Hullo! What on earth is this?"
+What was it he saw?
+
+His own old dog, Bevis, whose favourite sleeping-place was the mat at
+his door, lying there as usual, but not asleep. Wide awake, as if on
+guard. And marvel of marvels! a dear little fair-haired boy fast, fast
+asleep, with his head on the dog, who was lying so as to make himself
+into as comfortable a pillow as possible.
+
+The old gentleman stared hard for a minute, then began to shout for
+Thomas, which woke the child, and he began to sob.
+
+[Illustration: "THEY WERE ALL THREE ASSEMBLED" (_p. 26_).]
+
+"There, there!" said the old general. "Who are you? You oughtn't to have
+come in without leave." By this time poor little Christopher, for it
+was he, had collected his scattered faculties, and catching hold of one
+of General Graham's hands, cried, "You're grandfather. Do take care of
+me. I'm so unhappy at school; I think I'm too little. So I said I'd come
+off to you. You wouldn't be as bad as the boys!"
+
+"Who? who?" stammered the poor old general.
+
+"I'm little Christopher Graham. Uncle Charlie sent me to school, and I'm
+too little, I expect. I ran away. I know it was naughty, but forgive me,
+and don't send me back. I had five shillings in my box, and I ran away
+in the night, and came here by the train in the morning; and I asked
+where you lived, and I walked here from the station, and I saw the door
+wide open, and I thought as it was grandfather's house I might come in;
+and I was afraid of the dog, but he didn't hurt me, and I knelt down to
+pat him, and I suppose I was very tired, for I can't remember any more."
+
+But he needed to say no more, for he was in his grandfather's arms. And
+Thomas was close by, and brought some warm tea very quickly; and a
+kind-looking old lady came, who said to Christopher she was his great
+Aunt Susan, and that he must be undressed and have a warm bath, and go
+to bed to get a sound sleep before they let him tell them anything else.
+
+The very next evening Aunt Susan called Christopher into the library.
+There was his very own Nellie sitting on grandfather's knee, and Hubert
+standing by!
+
+Dr. Thornley had given Hubert one day's holiday to go and see
+Christopher. Later in the evening they were all three assembled in a
+pleasant cosy room, looking over funny old picture-books, which kind
+Aunt Susan turned out of her treasures.
+
+"'All's well that ends well,'" said Hubert; "but you mustn't run away
+from school when you're bigger, old boy. You're only forgiven because
+you're a baby, you know."
+
+And his grandfather said to him later on--
+
+"My boy, in the battle-field no soldier worthy to bear the name of
+'Englishman' ever turned his back on the enemy. What you had to bear was
+hard; but you turned your back on your enemy when you ran away. And you
+bear an ancient name, and you come of a noble race. We must do our Duty,
+come what will."
+
+And Christopher never forgot these words.
+
+
+
+
+THE HOME OF THE BEADS.
+
+
+Who would believe it?
+
+You may well open your eyes, and shake your little heads incredulously,
+but nevertheless it is a positive fact, that Venice, the fair Queen of
+the Adriatic, sends forth every year no less than three thousand tons of
+glass beads, for the adornment of your sisters big and little in all the
+four quarters of the globe.
+
+[Illustration: GONDOLA.]
+
+The largest buyers of these pretty dainty toys are the Roman peasant
+women. America follows closely in their footsteps, Great Britain's turn
+comes next, then Germany puts in a modest claim, while the worst
+customers of all are the Scandinavians, to whose deep, earnest,
+thoughtful nature the glittering baubles appear mere useless trifles.
+Among the Russian, Turkish, and Hungarian women, only the richest
+classes indulge in these ornaments; they are scarcely ever seen among
+the people, which may perhaps be explained by the fact that they would
+not at all suit the various national costumes.
+
+All those customers, however, who belong in reality to the civilised
+nations (for, as a rule, the higher the cultivation, the less are these
+shining ornaments appreciated), only demand the cheaper kinds of glass
+beads. The best and dearest, the so-called _perle di luce_, find their
+way to India and Africa, to the half-civilised and wholly savage races.
+And here, the long strings of gay glistening beads do not merely serve
+as finishing-touches to the costume, but form the principal ornament,
+and cover the neck, arms, hair, and slender ankles of many a Hindoo or
+Malay maiden, while among the Ethiopians they often represent the sole
+article of dress. By these people, the glass pearls are indeed looked
+upon as treasures, and the pretty string of Roman or Venetian beads
+which you, my little maiden, lay aside so carelessly, is among them the
+cause of as much heart-burning and anxious hopes and fears as the most
+costly diamond necklace would be among English people.
+
+Japan, too, is not a bad market for their sale; whereas China again will
+have none of them, and turns her back rudely on fair Venice and its
+industry.
+
+But come! Here lies a gondola ready to our hand--the boatman seems
+intuitively to have read our wishes, and as we glide over the blue
+rippling waters in which the stately palaces are mirrored clear and
+lifelike, we seem to see a second Venice reflected beneath us. Gradually
+we approach the island of Murano, on which is situated the largest of
+the seven great bead manufactories of Venice, and here Herr Weberbeck, a
+German, employs no less than 500 men and women. Altogether about 6,000
+people earn their livelihood (and a poor one it is), by this wonderfully
+pretty industry, while the value of the exports amounts yearly to the
+sum of 300,000 pounds.
+
+The manufacture itself surprises us by the great simplicity which
+characterises it. The first stage is getting the liquid mass of glass
+about to be operated upon into a thorough state of toughness and
+pliability: one should be able to pull it like rosin or sealing-wax. The
+colouring of the mass is done while it is still in the furnace, by
+adding various chemicals, the principal of which are arsenic, saltpetre,
+antimony, and lead.
+
+The next process is drawing out the long glass pipes. This is most
+interesting. Let us, therefore, watch the man yonder, one of the
+glass-blowers, as, by means of an iron rod, he carefully lifts a ball of
+liquid glass, about the size of a small melon, from the open furnace,
+and with another simple instrument makes an indentation in the outer
+circle, nearly the size of that one sees at the bottom of a wine-bottle.
+His colleague, meanwhile, has done exactly the same to another ball of
+glass, and as they both press their balls together, the two outer
+circles merge into one, and the air inside the hollow spaces is
+completely shut off. Now the workmen draw back the iron rods, which are
+still attached to the hot mass, and a glass thread is seen connecting
+them to the centre ball. Then, keeping the strictest military time, the
+glass-blowers march off in opposite directions, to about the distance of
+a hundred yards, and the glowing glass thread spins itself off from both
+balls, until it is exhausted, or until the cold air hardens it. The
+imprisoned air has likewise, however, been spun out, and thus a hollow
+pipe, instead of a solid rod, has been formed, and so prepared the hole
+for the future beads.
+
+The glass threads vary in thickness, from that of a pencil to that of a
+very thin knitting-needle. Those intended for beads of mixed colours are
+drawn out just in the same way, the only difference being that in that
+case the glass ball, as soon as it is taken from the furnace, is dipped
+in various coloured masses of liquid glass, which then form layers, one
+over the other, like the layers of an onion.
+
+Sometimes, very tiny lumps of coloured glass are stuck on the glass
+balls, which then form parti-coloured stripes on the glass threads. The
+separating and sorting of the threads or pipes, which are now broken up
+into lengths of about three feet, is a widely-spread home-industry in
+Venice, and if we go down to the lower parts of the Lagoon city, where
+the people dwell, we shall see numbers of women and children seated
+before large baskets, out of which glass pipes protrude like the quills
+of a gigantic porcupine. With fingers spread wide apart, they carefully
+weigh and feel the contents of the baskets, till they have sorted all
+the pipes, according to their sizes. The different bundles are then
+carried back to the factory, where they are placed in a machine, not
+unlike a chaff-cutter, and cut up into small pieces. It is amusing to
+watch the coloured shower as it falls. Do not be afraid, but just place
+your hand beneath, to catch the glittering stream, and it will almost
+seem as if you had taken hold of a shower of hailstones.
+
+Any pointed or jagged bits having been cut off, the beads are now rolled
+in fine sand, which has been carefully heated in earthen jars, until
+just warm enough to soften the outside of the glass, so that a gentle
+friction would rub off the sharp edges. The sand gets into the holes in
+the beads, prevents them from closing up during this process, and ere
+we can believe it possible, they come forth round, perfect, and
+complete. The larger and smaller ones are now separated and sorted by
+simply shaking them in different-sized sieves, and any beads that
+require an extra amount of polish are thrown into small bags filled with
+marl, and vigorously tossed and shaken.
+
+Much more complicated is the manufacture of the _perle di luce_, or
+beads of light, which so delight the natives of India and Africa. The
+name is taken from the way in which they are prepared, namely, by means
+of a jet of intense flame, and great skill and dexterity is required on
+the part of the workman, who can display his talent and originality by
+ornamenting them with flowers and arabesques. The combined effects of
+light and colour are often very beautiful, and seem a fit adornment for
+all those eastern and southern nations over whom a halo of fable and
+romance is cast.
+
+In the interior of Africa, these _perle di luce_ are frequently used as
+payment instead of coin, and the cunning Arab, in whose hands almost the
+whole of the trade lies, generally turns to his own profit the delight
+that the innocent negresses exhibit at his gay wares.
+
+But contrary to what one might expect, the black, woolly-headed children
+of Nature show a strange distaste for _glossy_ beads; so much so indeed,
+that the Venetians find it necessary to deaden the natural brilliancy
+which all glass obtains when it becomes cold, by grinding it, and thus
+softening the otherwise shining surface.
+
+Notwithstanding all this, however, the bead industry of Venice is but a
+poorly-paid one; only the most skilful among the hands can manage to
+make a decent livelihood. Not very many of the women can earn more than
+about 4-1/2d. a day, so that for them all the fast-days decreed by their
+Church are quite superfluous; _their_ fasts last from Ash Wednesday to
+Ash Wednesday. Even polenta, that very frugal Italian national dish, is
+for them only a Sunday's treat; the rest of the week nature provides
+them with turnips and other roots, great piles of which, cooked on an
+open hearth, greet us in all the streets of Venice, where they are
+eagerly devoured by the hungry crowd. And yet these poor people work
+hard to give pleasure and delight to both great and little folk.
+
+Truly they exemplify the old proverb, "Some must sow, that others may
+reap."
+
+M. H.
+
+[ANSWER TO "OUR IMAGINARY DISSOLVING VIEWS"--VI. (_See Vol. XIX., p.
+351._) 1. Henrietta, Maria. 2. Vandyke's picture of Charles I. and his
+queen: the children were afterwards Charles II. and James II. 3. The
+Fronde. 4. Trial of Charles I. in Westminster Hall.]
+
+
+
+
+A PRACTICAL JOKE.
+
+
+  'Twas noon-tide on a summer day,
+  And in a hammock Bruin lay,
+  Studying the price of pork and veal,
+  And wondering how to get a meal,
+  And what his little ones would do
+  If all the papers said was true.
+
+  The sun was very warm that day,
+  And having trudged a weary way
+  In search of food, 'twas no surprise
+  That Mr. Bruin shut his eyes
+  Now and again, and did not see
+  Two monkeys o'er him in the tree.
+
+  "Hurrah!" they whispered, "here's a chance
+  Of making Mr. Bruin dance!
+  Oft has he put us in a fix:
+  We'll pay him out now for his tricks,
+  And let him know that, though we're small,
+  We're not so harmless after all!"
+
+[Illustration: "'TWAS NOON-TIDE ON A SUMMER DAY, AND IN A HAMMOCK BRUIN
+LAY."]
+
+[Illustration: "UPON THE GROUND, WITH ACHING BONES, POOR BRUIN MINGLED
+SIGHS AND GROANS."]
+
+  Then, knife in hand, one monkey passed
+  From branch to branch, until at last
+  He reached the bough wherefrom was hung
+  Old Bruin's hammock, firmly slung;
+  And made one sudden vigorous slash
+  Through all the ropes: then--crash, crash, crash!
+
+  Upon the ground, with aching bones,
+  Poor Bruin mingled sighs and groans,
+  Compelled to linger there and hear
+  The monkeys' frequent taunt and jeer,
+  While "What's the price, of bear's grease, please?"
+  Went echoing through the forest trees.
+
+G. W.
+
+
+
+
+LITTLE TOILERS OF THE NIGHT.
+
+I.--THE PRINTER'S READING-BOY.
+
+
+It is a gusty Friday night just after Easter. A night full of wind which
+comes in sudden blasts and drives the sharp shining rain along the
+streets so that it seems to pierce through coats and umbrellas, and
+makes such a quick pattering sound upon the pavement that people who are
+indoors, and just going to bed, pull aside their window-curtains, look
+out at the flickering lights, and feel glad to be at home.
+
+Looking up from between the tall flat walls of the houses in a narrow
+court in Fleet Street, London, any one who has eyes can see the gleam of
+the moon, and the two or three stars that hang in the long strip of blue
+overhead. They can hear the rumble of the late cab, and the tramp of the
+policeman outside so plainly that these sounds are quite startling. For
+all day long Fleet Street is a busy place, with thousands of people
+going up and down, and hundreds of carts, cabs, waggons, cars, and
+carriages, hustling in the roadway, and people who have only seen and
+heard it in the day-time are surprised to find how silent and deserted
+it is at midnight.
+
+But in the narrow court, and in many other courts and passages close by,
+there are other sounds and other lights than the noise of the
+policeman's boots and the gleaming of the stars. Any one who is standing
+there may hear a curious buzzing, and now and then a dull thump, and
+looking about may see more than one big building with its windows all
+aglow, and the shadows of people moving across them. Now and then a door
+will open, and a lad, perhaps without a cap, and with his jacket tied
+round his neck by the sleeves, will rush out as though the place were on
+fire and he had been sent to fetch an engine.
+
+If you are standing near the door you will have to get out of the way of
+that lad, or he will be likely to run you down, or jam you against the
+wall, for he is in a hurry. He is not going to fetch an engine, for if
+you watch him he scampers down the next court, or perhaps across Fleet
+Street, and in less time than you can get your breath properly, is back
+with a tray piled with steaming mugs, and plates of thick
+bread-and-butter; and while you are wondering how he can have got them
+so quickly, and whether he will ever carry them up that steep flight of
+stairs behind the door of the big building, he gives a shout that seems
+to make twenty echoes, and then you lose sight of him.
+
+In those big buildings with the dark doors and the lighted windows the
+news of the week is being printed, that people may read it in the
+papers. There the printers are at work, and will be at work all night;
+the lad who has just gone in is a printer's lad, and because of some
+part of the work he has to do he is called a "reading-boy."
+
+Nearly every day this week numbers of letters and telegrams and written
+accounts of various things that have taken place in different parts of
+the world have been coming in to this building. When they come in the
+editor looks at them and sends them up to the chief compositor. The
+"compositors," up in the top rooms where the lights are shining, stand
+before large wooden trays or "cases," each of which is divided into a
+number of small squares, like boxes without lids. These boxes hold what
+are called the types. The types are little slips of metal, and on the
+end of each slip is stamped a letter. One of the boxes in the tray holds
+the a's, another the b's, another the c's, and the capital letters and
+the stops also have their proper places. When the compositor has the
+writing before him on his case, he takes a small metal box open at one
+end, and of the proper width, in his left hand, and with his right hand
+picks up one by one the metal letters that spell the words which are on
+the page. These he places in the box with the letter end upwards,
+putting a slip of metal without any letter upon it to make a space
+between each word. When he has filled his box he lifts all the letters
+carefully out without jumbling any of them up together, stands them in a
+tray, and keeps them from falling down by placing a flat rule of brass
+against the side of them. When he has set up so many of these metal
+letters that they are enough, when properly arranged in columns, to make
+a whole page of printing, they are all brought close together and then
+tightly fastened in a kind of frame, so that they are quite firm. They
+are next sent downstairs and placed on the _press_, or printing-machine.
+Large smooth rollers spread a thin coating of ink upon this metal page,
+and then the sheet of white paper is brought very firmly against it by a
+strong machine, which presses so evenly that the ink is stamped from the
+metal page of the types on to the paper. When that paper is removed it
+is a printed page, with the same words upon it that the compositor read
+upon the letter or written page sent in a little while ago. All night
+long these types with the letters upon them are being set up, all night
+long patient men pick up the metal letters and form them into pages;
+all night long the steam engine is going, and the letters from the inky
+metal pages are being stamped upon the clean white paper, which, when it
+is printed all over, will contain the week's history of the world, and
+will be read by thousands of people.
+
+There are many lads in this printing-office, and all night they are
+running up and down with letters and sheets of writing and printing, or
+are cleaning the inky surface of the metal pages, or helping to fix up
+the frames. But why are some of them called "reading-boys?"
+
+Of course when the metal letters are set up mistakes will occur now and
+then; so in the first impression printed from the type, before it is
+made up into the pages for printing already referred to and fastened
+into the metal frame, these mistakes must be put right. To do this one
+person takes the writing from which the type was set up, and another the
+impression from the type, and the man or boy who has the writing reads
+it aloud distinctly, while the other, who has the impression from the
+type, reads that to himself at the same time, and compares what he sees
+there with what he hears being read. If he comes to a word where there
+is a mistake he makes a mark against it, and sets it right. When the
+mistakes are all marked, the compositor sets them right by putting in
+the proper letters and words, instead of the wrong ones, and then
+another impression is printed to see whether all is right this time.
+These impressions that are read for mistakes are called "proofs,"
+because they prove whether the work has been properly done. Sometimes,
+if the reading-boy is very clever, he can read the first writing, but
+the writing is very often so bad that even the men who set up the metal
+types can hardly read it. It is not pleasant work to sit all night in a
+close little hot room, with the gas flaring, and to hear the din, and
+feel the rolling of the great machinery, while you have to read all
+sorts of things that you don't care much for, and haven't time to think
+about; but that is what the "reading-boy" has often to do, though he
+sometimes has a good deal of running up and down stairs, and now and
+then rushes out to fetch tea, bread-and-butter, bacon, and other things
+for the men, or for himself and his companions. It is to get a second
+supply of these dainties that the boy whom we saw just now comes out
+again head-first, and with no jacket at all on this time. He carries the
+tray full of empty mugs, and before he can quite stop himself he comes
+suddenly against a burly, weather-beaten looking man, who is walking up
+the court, and seems to be lurching from side to side of the pavement.
+Before the lad can stop short, the edge of the tray comes against this
+man's elbow, and crash goes one of the mugs on the stones of the court.
+
+"Now, then, stoopid!" shouts the boy. "Why can't you keep on your right
+side?"
+
+"Is that the way you speaks to your uncle, Bennie?" says the big man,
+laughing. He is a short broad man, dressed in rough blue cloth, and with
+a shiny sou'-wester on his head. He looks like a pilot, but he is really
+a fisherman and a sailor, and he has come up all the way from Yarmouth
+on purpose to see Benny's mother, who is his own sister.
+
+"Well, uncle, who _could_ ha' thought of seeing you here; haven't you
+been to mother's?"
+
+"No, my boy, I got to London by the late train, and so I thought I'd try
+and find you out, and we'll go home together. What a place this London
+is, to be sure, and what a stifly sort of alley this here is to be
+workin' in all night; it don't seem quite right for a lad of your age,
+Benny."
+
+"Come, don't you go running down our court," says the boy. "I'm all
+right, uncle, specially since you was so kind as to pay for me to go to
+the classes. Why, bless you, I'm learning French and Latin now, and I'm
+put on to reading regular. I shouldn't wonder if I was to come to be a
+printer's reader, instead of a reading-boy, and earn ever so much a week
+by-and-by."
+
+"What do you get now, Benny?"
+
+"Eight shillings a week, uncle, and then you know I can help mother in
+the shop a bit; but I say, you don't mind waitin' a minute, while I go
+to the house over the way. There's only one or two places that keep open
+after twelve, because of our wanting tea, and ham, and rolls, and
+coffee, and all sorts o' things, to keep us going. It makes you precious
+faint to keep up night work without anything to eat, I can tell you,
+uncle."
+
+"Well, I'll come with you, Benny, and wait for you at the shop, where I
+can fill my pipe. But where's your jacket, and where's your cap?"
+
+"Oh, we don't have time to think about that. Something's wanted, and the
+bell rings, and somebody shouts down the speaking-tube, and off you go.
+It is precious cold sometimes, though, for the men at our place keep the
+room so hot. They can't bear a breath of air here, and for fear of a
+draught, and then getting their fingers cold so that they can't feel the
+type, they paste paper over every crack, and have all the windows
+fastened down, and make you pay a fine for leaving the door open. Why,
+uncle, you don't a bit know what it is. Talk about the hardships at sea,
+and being out night after night off what I've heard you call the Dogger
+Bank to catch codfish, they're nothing to being a boy in a printin'
+office where the machine's always going, and you've I don't know how
+many masters to order you about; but never you mind, I'm going to stick
+to it, and if they don't give me a rise to ten shillings next week, I'll
+leave and go into another place where they'll be proud of my talent, and
+admire me for my strength. Though I think I would rather be aboard the
+_Saucy Nancy_ with you, after all. I should 'like 'a life on the ocean
+wave, uncle, and I do get so tired of the night work sometimes."
+
+"Bless your heart, my boy; there's lads no bigger than you at the
+fishing stations that have as much night work as you do. Hard work in
+the cold and the wind and the wet, and often hungry work, and a good
+deal of danger too. There, get along, and fetch your coat, Benny. I'll
+wait here, and then we'll go home together to see mother, and as she
+tells me you're to have a holiday, Saturday to Monday night, you shall
+come home along o' me, and then we will just see what it's like to be a
+Fisher Boy."
+
+THOMAS ARCHER.
+
+
+
+
+THEIR ROAD TO FORTUNE.
+
+THE STORY OF TWO BROTHERS.
+
+_By the Author of "The Heir of Elmdale," &c, &c._
+
+CHAPTER I.--A VISITOR TO RIVERSDALE.
+
+
+"How I wish it was a boy. I don't like girls!" Bertie Rivers cried,
+tossing aside his book. "Do come out, Eddie, and let us watch for the
+carriage."
+
+Eddie laid aside his book a little reluctantly, and followed his brother
+through the open French window of the study. They were two bright,
+handsome lads, of twelve and thirteen: Edward the elder, but scarcely as
+tall as Bertie, and far slighter, with a grave reserved air, and rather
+thoughtful face; Bertie sturdy, gay, careless, and frank, with restless,
+observant blue eyes, and a somewhat unceremonious way of dealing with
+people and things. Eddie called him rough and boisterous, and gave way
+to him in everything, not at all because Bertie's will was the stronger,
+but that Eddie, unless very much interested, was too indolent to assert
+himself, and found it much easier to do just as he was asked on all
+occasions than argue or explain.
+
+There was a visitor expected at Riversdale that day, and they were very
+curious concerning her, though in different ways: Bertie openly,
+restlessly, questioningly; Eddie with a quiet, rather gloomy,
+expectation.
+
+"I wonder if she will like us?" Bertie said, as he climbed to the top of
+a gate, and looked anxiously down the white dusty road.
+
+"I wonder if we shall like _her_?" Eddie replied: "that's of more
+importance, I think."
+
+"I do wish she was a boy," Bertie repeated for about the hundredth time
+in the course of three days. "One never knows what to do with a girl
+cousin. Of course she won't care about cricket, though Lillie Mayson
+likes it, and she will be afraid of the dogs, and scream at old Jerry. I
+wonder we never even heard of her before, or of Uncle Frank either. I
+wonder----"
+
+"What's the use of wondering, Bert?" Eddie interrupted, a little
+impatiently. "Papa told us all he wished us to know, I dare say. Come
+along for a walk. What's the good of idling here all the morning? It
+won't bring the carriage a minute sooner to stand watching for it."
+
+"No, of course not; but I want to rush down the road to meet it, and we
+can't go for a walk till it comes. It would be a poor sort of welcome
+for Cousin Agnes;" and Bertie took another long look down the road,
+where nothing was visible save a cloud of fine white dust.
+
+Three mornings before Mr. Rivers had summoned both boys to his study,
+and very gravely informed them that their Uncle Frank was dead, and his
+only child, Agnes Rivers, was coming to reside at Riversdale.
+
+"She has no home, no friends, no money, no mother. Try and be kind to
+her, boys. Don't ignore her, Edward; don't tease her, Bertie; and ask
+her no questions about her parents or her past history, remember that!"
+
+The boys promised; they always obeyed their father implicitly: indeed,
+absolute unquestioning obedience was one thing Mr. Rivers exacted from
+every person he came in contact with.
+
+But Bertie was far from satisfied with the very meagre information he
+had received, and directly he got a favourable opportunity, he besieged
+Mrs. Mittens, the old housekeeper, with questions concerning the new
+relation who was coming to make her home with them, and of the Uncle
+Frank whose name he had never heard before. Eddie did not share his
+curiosity, or perhaps concluded that his father's command to ask no
+questions was a general one; Bertie insisted it only referred to Agnes
+herself, and repeated his father's exact words to the housekeeper.
+
+"I think, Master Bertie, your papa meant you to ask no questions of
+anybody; and I have very little to tell," she said, gravely. "But this
+much I think you may know. Your Uncle Frank was your papa's only
+brother: he displeased your grandpapa, and left home in consequence."
+
+"But what did he do?" Bertie cried eagerly.
+
+"Everything he should not have done; but his worst fault was
+disobedience, and a world of trouble it got him into. Remember that,
+Master Bertie: your grandpapa would be obeyed, and your papa is his own
+son in that respect. So take care, my dear, take care!" and the old lady
+shook her forefinger warningly. "But everything's forgot and forgave
+now," she added, more cheerfully; "and right glad I am Miss Agnes is
+coming here!"
+
+[Illustration: "MR. RIVERS HAD SUMMONED BOTH BOYS TO HIS STUDY" (_p.
+32_).]
+
+Bertie turned away grumbling; he was not a whit wiser than he had been
+before, and he felt somehow that he had been reproved, and, more than
+that, warned. But he was not very seriously impressed, and he determined
+some day to find out the whole history of his Uncle Frank: know exactly
+what he did, and why he did it; and as he turned the matter over in his
+mind, as he sat perched on the gate, he came to the conclusion that his
+was a very strange family, and that there were a great many skeletons
+concealed in Riversdale.
+
+"Perhaps Aunt Amy will be sending us a boy or girl cousin some day or
+other," he said to Eddie suddenly. "I shouldn't be a bit surprised."
+
+Eddie started from a reverie, and looked questioningly at his brother.
+"Aunt Amy? what put her into your head, Bert?"
+
+"I don't know, I'm sure, unless it's Uncle Frank. Don't you think it's
+very funny to have a lot of relations you never see, hear from, or speak
+about--very exciting, too, to have cousins drop in on you when you least
+expect it. I hope, Ned, when you're master of Riversdale, you won't
+banish me, and forget my very existence till I'm dead. What did Aunt Amy
+do, I wonder?"
+
+"She married some one papa did not approve of--an artist, I think:
+that's all," Eddie said gravely. "I think Aunt Amy is very happy, and
+I'm sure she is very beautiful. She does not come to Riversdale, because
+papa is always ill, I suppose; and perhaps she likes London better, and
+she has not got any boys or girls."
+
+"Oh!" Bertie said, opening his eyes wide; "you seem to know all about
+them. Who told you?"
+
+"Papa. I asked him one day."
+
+"Oh! and Uncle Gregory: what did he do? He never comes here either;" and
+Bertie looked up the road again, as if he did not care very much to hear
+the probable reason of that relative's absence.
+
+"Uncle Gregory is a merchant, and has to attend to his business, I
+suppose," Eddie replied, rather loftily. "He came here often enough--too
+often, I believe--when our mother was alive, and then papa and he
+disagreed, and he has not come since."
+
+"Hum!" Bertie said, slipping down and stretching himself. "How did you
+find out, Eddie?"
+
+"Why, I didn't find out. Papa talks to me sometimes about our relatives;
+you talk as if it were a crime for people not to come here when they
+have their own houses and things to attend to. You might just as well
+ask why we always stay at home."
+
+"Oh! but that's different: Riversdale is such a jolly place. Why, I
+wouldn't live anywhere else for anything, would you, Eddie?"
+
+"I don't know; I think it would be wise to see other places before
+deciding. I should like to see a great city--London for instance."
+
+"I wonder if Agnes is coming from London?" Bertie cried; "if so, she can
+tell us all about it."
+
+"But I'd like to see for myself, to travel everywhere, visit all the
+famous places in the world--Italy, Greece, Egypt--see pictures, statues,
+beautiful churches."
+
+"I think I'd prefer to stay at home: those places are such a long way
+off. I dare say I should be tired before I got there; and I don't care
+for pictures much, except of dogs and horses. I'd just like to stay here
+always, hunt and shoot and fish when I grow up, and play cricket and
+football, and just enjoy myself all the time," Bertie said soberly.
+
+"That's because you're ignorant, Bertie, and have no taste or ambition,"
+Eddie replied. "You know what Doctor Mayson says: 'Travel improves the
+mind, and enlarges the understanding.'"
+
+"Yes, but that's only in a copy-book!" Bertie exclaimed triumphantly.
+"Besides, papa is the cleverest man in the world, and he's happy enough
+here. Oh! the carriage at last. Come and welcome our new cousin;" and in
+a moment Bertie had vaulted over the gate and shouted to the coachman to
+stop, while Eddie followed in a more orthodox fashion, and both boys
+stood bowing, with their caps in their hands, to a little girl dressed
+in black, with a small pale face, and a quantity of light hair pushed
+back from her forehead. She clung to Mrs. Mittens nervously with one
+hand, while she extended the other first to Bertie, then to Eddie and
+said, "Thank you, cousins," for their welcome in the sweetest, saddest
+voice in the world. Then the carriage drove on before Bertie had quite
+recovered his astonishment at the fact that the little girl seemed no
+more than a baby, yet wore blue glasses, and spoke with the voice of a
+grown-up person. He had meant to spring into the carriage, give her a
+hearty kiss and a noisy greeting, and go on to the house with her; but
+such familiarities were entirely out of the question with the grave
+little lady in black. Turning round, he looked questioningly at Eddie,
+who had returned to the grounds. "Well," he cried, "what do you think?"
+
+"I think Cousin Agnes is an ugly, sickly little thing, not more than
+seven!" he cried scornfully. "The idea of a girl in blue spectacles!
+Come and have a walk." For once Bertie followed instead of leading,
+though he was strongly inclined to return to the house. He did not think
+his cousin was ugly, and he pitied her for being so pale and
+sad-looking; but somehow he felt disappointed too, and out of humour
+with himself, and Eddie, and every one else, and in an unusually silent
+mood he set off for a ramble in the woods. Both boys were disappointed
+in Agnes, but in a different way.
+
+
+CHAPTER II.--AGNES FINDS A FRIEND.
+
+"I hope you will be very happy here, child, and make yourself at home.
+Take care of her, Mittens, and see that the boys don't tease her;" and
+Mr. Rivers kissed the trembling, nervous little girl on the forehead,
+and waved her out of the room. The interview had been brief, and
+conducted with absolute silence on the child's part. She was overpowered
+by the magnificence and awed by the solemnity of her new home.
+
+"Is that grand gentleman Uncle Hugh, ma'am?" she asked timidly, as she
+clung to the good-natured housekeeper's hand.
+
+"Yes, my dear; and very kind and good you will find him if you always do
+just as he tells you. Now you must come to my room, and have a cup of
+tea before dinner. Your cousins never have any luncheon, and dine with
+me at three o'clock. Your Uncle Hugh always dines in his own apartments:
+indeed, he seldom leaves them, except for a turn on the terrace. The
+children go in every evening to see him for half an hour, and you will
+go with them. We have breakfast at nine, and tea at seven. Your cousins
+drive in to Wakeley every day to Doctor Mayson's school; they leave at
+half-past nine, and get back by three. Sometimes they ride their ponies,
+but oftener they drive in the little dog-cart; and I dare say a young
+person will come to give you lessons, but the master has not made any
+arrangement yet. You're to sleep in the room next to mine; and Prudence
+Briggs, the under housemaid, will wait upon you. But the first thing you
+must do, my dear Miss Agnes, is to get well, and strong, and rosy. You
+have been ill, surely."
+
+"No, ma'am, not worse than usual; but I have been up a good deal at
+night with father."
+
+"You up at night, child! Dear, dear! what could folk be thinking of to
+let you?"
+
+"There was no one else, ma'am, and father had to have his medicine
+regularly," Agnes replied gravely. "Even when Doctor Evans did send a
+nurse, she used to fall asleep at night, and forget poor father."
+
+Mrs. Mittens took off her spectacles, wiped them carefully, put them on
+again, and looked earnestly at the child seated opposite to her. But
+either her eyes or the glasses were dim again in a moment. That poor,
+fragile little creature up at night, ministering to the wants of a dying
+man! It seemed incredible, and yet the child's face and voice and words
+bore the living impress of truth.
+
+"How old are you, my dear?"
+
+"Twelve last birthday. I know I'm very little and weak, and my back
+aches dreadfully sometimes; but Doctor Evans said rest and care would do
+wonders for me. I never had much rest at home, and I was always very
+anxious about poor father; ever since my darling mamma died, four years
+ago, I had to take care of him."
+
+"Dear heart alive! Why did you never write to your uncle?" Mrs. Mittens
+cried, holding up both her hands.
+
+"I never knew I had an uncle till after father's death; then Doctor
+Evans told me, and sent me here. He was very, very kind, and so was my
+Aunt Amy. Was it not strange to have an aunt in London and never know
+it? But she came at once, and took me away to her house--ever so much a
+finer house than the one we lodged in, but not nearly so fine or
+beautiful as this; and she made my black frocks, and took me to dear
+father's funeral in a carriage. Aunt Amy was very kind, and kissed me
+very often, and said she wished she could keep me always, but Uncle
+Clair said it was best for me to come to Riversdale. Do you think it was
+best?"
+
+"Yes, my dear, of course. Certainly it was best for you to come," the
+old lady replied briskly.
+
+"And do you think my cousins will love me?"
+
+"I'm quite sure of it, Miss Agnes. They are the best and dearest boys in
+the world."
+
+"And Uncle Hugh?" Agnes added wistfully.
+
+"Well, my dear, your uncle is not quite like other people. He suffers a
+great deal with his nerves, and he has had a many sorrows, which he
+keeps all to himself; but he's the most just and most generous gentleman
+in the world, and I'm sure he will be very kind to you; only you must do
+just what he says, my dear. All the troubles in the world came of
+disobedience, I think, and have done so since the Garden of Eden. If
+poor Mr. Frank had only----but there, what is the use of talking?" and
+Mrs. Mittens sighed.
+
+"Did you know my father, ma'am?"
+
+"Yes, indeed! I carried him about in my arms many a time."
+
+"Did you love him, please?"
+
+"Love him, Miss Agnes? _that_ I did! Who could help loving his bright
+bonnie face? Why, we all loved him, dearie: he was the light and life of
+the house, but he would have his own way--he would have it, and I fear
+it led him through a tangled, thorny path."
+
+Agnes looked up at Mrs. Mittens.
+
+"Please, please tell me one thing more, ma'am," she whispered nervously,
+yet eagerly. "Did my Uncle Hugh love my father?"
+
+"As the apple of his eye, my dearie: there's no mistake about that; he
+would have given his heart's best blood for him!"
+
+"Did he know my dear father was so sad and so sorry, so poor, so
+friendless, so--so unhappy?"
+
+"No, child, that he did not. Your father would have none of him; he was
+proud with the pride that goes before destruction. My master would have
+loved him, but Master Frank would not."
+
+"Then there has been some dreadful mistake somewhere, ma'am," Agnes said
+gently, but firmly. "My father was an angel and a martyr. He was not
+proud or unforgiving, and he suffered, oh, so much! But if you tell me
+my uncle knew nothing of it, I cannot blame him."
+
+"I tell you more, dearie," said the old housekeeper earnestly, holding
+both the child's hands, and looking into her pale, earnest face. "My
+master would have given half his fortune to have made your father happy,
+but the wrong was done before you were born; and it's righted at last,
+thank Heaven! righted at last. Now, my poor lamb, we will talk of all
+those things no more; your troubles are over, and all you have to do is
+to get well and strong and rosy, and be as happy as ever you can; and
+always remember, little one, you have a true friend in old Mittens. She
+loved your father, and she will always love you; and now you must lie
+down on that sofa, and rest for an hour. The boys are sure to be in for
+dinner, and I want you to be nice and bright."
+
+[Illustration: "AGNES LOOKED UP AT MRS. MITTENS" (_p. 35_).]
+
+So Agnes lay down very contentedly.
+
+"Oh, how I shall enjoy this place!" she said to herself. "How I shall
+love it!--my own father's home, where he played as a child. Perhaps he
+lay on this sofa, just like me, and looked across the beautiful park,
+smelt the flowers, heard the birds sing. If he knew I was here now, how
+happy he would be!" So Agnes mused aloud, resting in the warm summer
+sunshine. Her thoughts flew back to the dreary London lodging where her
+whole short life had been passed; her heart swelled as she thought of
+the cares, troubles, anxieties, and bitter losses she had endured; and
+then her eyes overflowed with gratitude at finding such kind friends and
+such a beautiful home. At last, weary with her journey, she fell asleep.
+
+After a while the sound of voices roused her, and in a bewildered kind
+of way she looked round.
+
+"I say she's an ugly, miserable-looking little thing. I shouldn't think
+it worth my while to sketch her!" one voice said, contemptuously. "If
+she had been pretty, now, she would have made a splendid Sleeping
+Beauty!"
+
+"She looks pale and ill, poor mite, and tired too; but she's not ugly,"
+another voice said decidedly. "She might not make a nice picture, but
+she looks pleasant enough curled up there. Come on away; don't let us
+wake her."
+
+"I am awake," said Agnes, sitting up, her cheeks flushed, her eyes full
+of tears, but no one answered. The boys, who had been looking in at the
+window of the housekeeper's room, had turned into the shrubbery, and
+Agnes felt as if she had been guilty of a very mean, unworthy action in
+listening, even involuntarily, to a conversation not intended for her
+ears. Her cousins, too, she felt quite sure, would be exceedingly cross
+if they knew she had overheard them; and yet she said to herself--"I was
+only half awake. I did not want to listen, and I could not help it." It
+would not mend matters in the least to tell them that she had overheard
+their criticism, so she resolved to be silent, but when Mrs. Mittens
+came, a little later, to conduct her to the dining-room, she was very
+shy and nervous. As she took her place, she looked at the boys
+wistfully, wondering which of them thought her "ugly," and which thought
+her pleasant enough to look at curled up on the sofa. Secretly, she
+hoped that Eddie was her champion, but before the dinner was over it
+was easy enough to see that Bertie was going to be the shy little girl's
+friend, for Eddie scarcely condescended to look at her, much less speak
+to her, during the meal, while Bertie rattled on merrily, telling her of
+all their favourite amusements and walks, and promising to show her all
+his treasures and lend her his storybooks. Still, though Bertie was
+kind, and Eddie cold and silent, Agnes thought her elder cousin was far
+handsomer and cleverer than his brother. Perhaps he would be an artist,
+like Uncle Clair; and when he knew that she too could use her pencil a
+little, and loved pictures a great deal, he might be kinder to her.
+
+
+CHAPTER III.--AN UNEXPECTED GUEST.
+
+Three months passed away, and Agnes Rivers was feeling quite at home in
+her uncle's house. She had lost much of her nervous shyness, but except
+with Mrs. Mittens she was very quiet and reserved. She was a little
+afraid of her uncle, as were the whole family; a little in awe of Eddie
+too, who was still somewhat stately and grand in his manner; and she
+always had an uncomfortable sort of feeling that Bertie was kind to her
+just because she was little and weak, and his cousin.
+
+But on the whole she was happy and contented. She ran about the park and
+gardens all the morning, did no lessons whatever, and amused herself
+sketching all the pretty bits of scenery, huge trees on the lawn, or
+Mrs. Mittens' dog and cat, called Punch and Judy, who lived the most
+useless, indolent, amiable life imaginable in the housekeeper's room.
+She could hit off likenesses, too, in quite a startling way, and Eddie
+said he would give her some lessons in painting if she wished. Agnes was
+enthusiastic in her thanks for what was, after all, but a trifling
+service, and while the lessons lasted Bertie was rather glum, as he had
+to ramble about alone, and amuse himself as best he could. But Eddie
+very soon grew tired of a pupil who after three lessons far excelled the
+teacher, and as a change, proposed teaching her German. Agnes consented,
+as she would have done to any plan or project of Eddie's. But that
+course of instruction also came to an untimely end; perhaps Agnes was a
+little dull, certainly Eddie was impatient. And then Bertie had his
+turn: he taught his cousin how to play chess, to spin tops, play cricket
+(theoretically), regretting every minute that she was not big and strong
+like Lillie Mayson, the doctor's daughter--the doctor who kept the
+grammar-school, not the one who came to see them when they were ill.
+
+Once or twice Mrs. Mittens suggested to the master that some one should
+come and teach Miss Agnes, saying that the child was left too much alone
+during the day, as the boys went to school every morning. But Mr. Rivers
+shook his head impatiently. "Leave the child alone; let her eat and
+sleep and run wild till she's stronger. She ought not to be dull in
+Riversdale."
+
+Nor was she. How could any one with a deep instinctive love of Nature be
+dull, or lonely, or sad with a beautiful park to wander in? who with an
+observant eye could walk through the shady lanes or ramble in the woods
+without seeing objects of interest and admiration at every step?
+
+"How good of God to not only give us flowers, but eyes to see their
+beauty and hearts to love them," the child said solemnly one day. "What
+would the world be if there were not any flowers?"
+
+Bertie, who chanced to overhear her soliloquy, remarked that he thought
+they could get on better without flowers than trees, vegetables, or even
+animals; "because, we cannot eat flowers, can we?"
+
+"But if you had read a little about the subject, Bertie," Agnes replied,
+"you would learn that we could have neither trees nor vegetables nor
+fruit if we had not flowers first. But it's those dear little wild
+things that seem to grow here just to make us happy that I love best. I
+prefer painting flowers to anything."
+
+"I don't; great artists never trouble about flowers," Eddie said,
+joining them. "When I grow up, I'll paint splendid figures and grand
+scenes, like the 'Raising of Lazarus,' or the 'Descent from the Cross':
+those are the kind of pictures great men love to paint and the world to
+look at."
+
+"But Uncle Clair says people can't paint like the old masters now, and
+that no one would buy their pictures if they did," Agnes replied.
+
+"I wish some of you would paint up this mask for me like a North
+American Indian," Bertie interrupted, pulling a hideous pasteboard face
+from his pocket. "Will you, Eddie? If I attempt to put on the war-paint,
+I shall make a mess of it." But Eddie indignantly refused to lend his
+talent to such base uses, and Agnes declared she would paint the face
+with pleasure, only she had not the least idea what an Indian was like.
+That was an unforeseen difficulty, but Bertie suggested their looking in
+the library for a book with pictures, and copying one.
+
+As they approached the house, they were all surprised to see Dr. Bird's
+carriage at the door. "Some one must be ill, surely--I hope it's not
+papa," Eddie cried, hurrying on in advance, Bertie and Agnes following.
+"He seemed quite well this morning. Oh! there's Lawyer Hurst's gig--what
+can he want? Johnson," to a servant standing at the door, "whatever is
+the matter? Is papa ill?"
+
+"It's nothing, my dears--that is, nothing to be frightened about," Mrs.
+Mittens said, as the boys, both startled-looking, rushed into the
+dining-room. "Your papa had a turn this morning, and I thought it as
+well to send for Doctor Bird."
+
+"But why is Mr. Hurst here?" Eddie asked.
+
+"I don't know, dearie. I think he just called by accident, or about some
+ordinary business."
+
+"Has papa asked for us--for me?"
+
+"No, Master Edward. Now, don't look so scared; there's nothing the
+matter, only, as I said, he got a turn. I think it was something in the
+paper, for when I went in with his beef-tea, he had it in his hand, and
+looked quite sad and white. I hoped he was not feeling bad, and he said
+'No, no, Mittens. Put that down and leave me'; then when I was at the
+door, he called out, 'Mittens, set the house in order. I'm going on a
+journey; see to it without delay!' That's every word, Master Edward; but
+knowing as the master has not been anywhere for so long, and seeing him
+look pale and troubled like, I just took the liberty of sending a line
+to Doctor Bird, asking him to look in quite in a friendly way. He came
+at once, and he's with the master now. I left the room as you came in,
+and the doctor said, 'Your master is no worse--rather better, I think.'
+So _now_, my dears, will you sit down to dinner?"
+
+Bertie's answer was practical compliance; Eddie stood for a few minutes
+at the window, wondering if it were the death of another estranged
+relative that had affected his father; then he, too, took his place, and
+ate his dinner in silence. Presently the doctor's carriage drove away,
+and both boys felt less anxious; but to Agnes there was something
+terrible in the unusual hush of the house: it seemed as if the servants
+moved about more noiselessly than at other times, and spoke in hushed
+whispers. Eddie went to the library, and Bertie went out immediately
+after dinner, and, left to herself, Agnes curled herself up in an easy
+chair in the dining-room with a book, and after reading for an hour, she
+fell asleep. It was dusk when she was roused by the sudden ringing of
+bells and the hurrying of feet across the passage leading to Mr. Rivers'
+apartments. For a few minutes she sat quite still, pale, frightened,
+scarcely daring to breathe; then she opened the door and peeped out
+timidly, but no one took the least notice of her. Mrs. Mittens crossed
+the hall hurriedly, looking very pale and anxious; there were strange
+voices too, somewhere. One, Agnes thought, seemed loud and angry. Then
+she hurried back to the dining-room and shut the door, pressing both her
+hands on her heart to stop its beating. Something dreadful was
+happening, she felt sure, but in that household she was quite alone and
+forgotten; no one thought of her at all.
+
+The quiet, glorious autumn night closed in; still Agnes sat silent and
+solitary, hoping the best, fearing the worst. It was quite eleven
+o'clock when the dining-room door was opened softly, and a fair troubled
+face peered in. It was Bertie. He alone had thought of her, even in his
+own great sorrow--and Bertie was impulsive and passionate, and felt
+things deeply. He remembered the poor lonely little girl, and asked
+Prudence Briggs if his cousin had gone to bed. The girl started
+guiltily; she had seen nothing of Miss Agnes all the evening; so Bertie
+began a hunt over the house for her, and found her at last in the
+dining-room alone.
+
+"Oh, Agnes! what shall we do? Poor papa!" he cried, bursting into tears;
+and she clung to him, weeping too, but trying to comfort him, and then
+brokenly he told her all that had happened. At five o'clock Mr. Rivers
+became suddenly worse. The doctor had stayed with him, and only sent
+home his carriage, and when he saw the change he sent for the boys at
+once. Eddie was in the library, Bertie was out in the grounds. "But it
+was all the same," the lad added, brokenly; "he was quite unconscious
+when Eddie reached the room. I was there half an hour after, but he
+never spoke, and now it's all over! Oh, Agnes! what shall we do? I can't
+believe papa is dead!"
+
+"Telegraph for Aunt Amy and Uncle Clair," she replied, with the
+promptness of a person used to act in an emergency; and then Bertie, who
+had never thought of that, rushed off to the library to suggest it to
+his brother, who seemed quite dazed by the sudden calamity, while Mrs.
+Mittens entered the dining-room also in search of Agnes.
+
+"It's all over, dearie; the master meant to go on a journey; instead, an
+unexpected guest came to him. I'm all dazed and scared like, and can
+hardly realise it yet; and would you believe it? four gentlemen came
+from London this evening to see your uncle, and not one of them would
+believe he was 'gone' till they saw him lying there so still and
+restful, and one of them now acts just as if he was master of this
+house, so I suppose he must be Master Edward's guardian. But I do wish
+there was some one here to manage things!"
+
+"Send for Aunt Amy," Agnes suggested again; and the housekeeper seized
+the idea gladly.
+
+"That I will, dearie, and for Mr. Gregory too, first thing to-morrow
+morning. Surely, child, you have an old head on young shoulders! Now
+come and help me to comfort the poor darling boys. Ah! Miss Agnes, you
+are all orphans together now; and I how things are going to end is more
+than I know!"
+
+(_To be continued._)
+
+
+
+
+About Some Famous Railway Trains.
+
+SOME FAMOUS RAILWAY TRAINS AND THEIR STORY.
+
+_By_ HENRY FRITH.
+
+I.--THE "FLYING DUTCHMAN."
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+"Where to, sir?" said the cab-driver, touching his hat.
+
+"Great Western, please, Paddington," we replied, and in a moment the
+trap of the hansom was shut, and we were bowling along Piccadilly.
+
+A civil porter received us at Paddington Station, and took our luggage
+for Swindon. We are going no farther to-day, because we want to see the
+"Flying Dutchman," not only "flying," but at rest. So first we secure a
+seat and then walk down the platform. We have some minutes to spare; the
+clock points to 11.38; we must start at 11.45 by the Great Western
+express, the "Dutchman," as it is familiarly called, after that
+mysterious sailor who came and went with such alarming celerity.
+
+Here we are then, the summer holidays before us; and perhaps many of the
+readers of LITTLE FOLKS will be travelling by the "Flying (railway)
+Dutchman," by the time these lines are before them. Come with me and
+look at our big "iron horse," which will pull us to Swindon at the
+average speed of fifty-three miles an hour, which means at times the
+fine rate of sixty miles an hour.
+
+Our "Dutchman's" engine on this occasion is named "Crimea," and a fine
+fellow he is. This engine has eight wheels; two immense "driving wheels"
+eight feet high, more than twenty-four feet round, so each time that
+wheel revolves we travel (say) twenty-five feet, and when we are in full
+swing we shall go about _thirty yards a second!_ The 11.45 down train
+from Paddington, and the corresponding up train from Exeter, are the two
+"Flying Dutchmen." There are two other trains which run equally fast, up
+and down in the afternoon. These are the "Zulu" trains, for they were
+started as expresses at the time the Prince Imperial was killed in
+Zululand.
+
+The great engine waits at the end of the platform, and as we are good
+little people--like the fairies--we will jump up on the foot-plate of
+the "Crimea" locomotive, and no one will notice us. Give me your
+hand--there. Now you are standing on the foot-plate; the engine-tender,
+full of water and topped with coal, is behind you, the great high boiler
+with the furnace is in front. That long handle which comes from the
+middle of the boiler on a level with your little head is the regulator,
+which when pulled out lets the steam into the cylinders, and it then
+moves the pistons and rods, and they move the big eight-feet wheels.
+Perhaps, when we reach Swindon workshops, we shall go underneath an
+engine and see the machinery.
+
+"What is that other handle?" you say. That is "the lever." It is at the
+side next the engine-driver, you see, and he can pull it back so as to
+save his steam, and not use too much; he "expands" it and makes a little
+keep the train going after it has once got into its pace. There are the
+steam and water "gauges," to tell the "driver" and fireman when the
+steam is at proper pressure, and when the water is high enough in the
+boiler. The steam gauge is like a clock, or an Aneroid barometer, right
+before the driver. Those other handles near it are the whistle-handles.
+One whistle is small, and very shrill, to warn people on the line, and
+to tell people the train is coming. The other is a deep-toned booming
+whistle which tells of danger perhaps, and when blown means "Stop the
+train, there is obstruction in front."
+
+"Crimea" is now ready. The engine-driver pulls open the regulator, and
+we glide back and are attached to the train. We have air-breaks worked
+on the engine, vacuum-breaks which can pull us up quickly, and when all
+the connections are made the "Flying Dutchman" is ready; he is harnessed
+to his eight coaches full of people--the solemn and sorry; the glad and
+the cheerful; and boys and girls, going on all sorts of errands.
+
+"Right!" says the station-superintendent.
+
+The clock over the platform is exactly 11.45 a.m. The fireman, who is
+looking on, says "Right, Tom," the guard whistles, then the driver
+touches the small whistle-handle in front; a shrill scream rouses the
+many sleeping echoes in the roof, where they had got to be out of the
+way perhaps, and the engine-driver opens the regulator valve--"Crimea"
+fizzes a little in front of the cylinders. Off we go!
+
+"Puff-puff," slowly at first, in a solemn and majestic manner. We cannot
+expect such big wheels to hurry themselves. Under the bridge, puffing a
+little more quickly, then we rattle through Westbourne Park and by
+Wormwood Scrubs. Puff-puffing much more quickly now, but not quite so
+loudly, as the driver has pulled the lever back and the steam goes up
+with less force through the chimney: working quietly. Away, away, on our
+iron steed through Ealing and Hanwell--across the viaduct over the River
+Brent, which runs to Brentford--past the pretty church and the dull
+lunatic asylum, and so on to Slough, which is passed in twenty-three
+minutes after quitting Paddington. Then we reach Taplow, and have just
+fifty-five miles to do within the hour. "Crimea" rushes across the
+Thames below Maidenhead, with a parting roar, but we shall meet the
+river again soon, and run alongside it, by picturesque Pangbourne,
+Goring, and Moulsford.
+
+Are we stopping? No, we are only just slackening for Reading. But we
+cannot wait. The "Flying Dutchman" has only done about thirty-six of his
+seventy-seven miles; he has been forty-two minutes already, and has got
+forty-five minutes left to reach Swindon. A long shriek, and Reading is
+behind us; then the river flashes out between the trees.
+
+Hurrah! Hurrah! Didcot with its Banbury cakes and tumble-down station is
+passed. Hurrah for the "Flying Dutchman," running easily and smoothly,
+sixty miles an hour, well within himself. He is not tired, he does not
+pant or whistle, he goes calmly, swiftly along.... Here is Swindon--what
+o'clock is it? Look! Twelve minutes past one! "Crimea" is punctual to
+the minute. Well done, "Dutchman!"
+
+Good-bye, "Crimea," we are going to see your friends in the shops; we
+are going to hear some anecdotes of your powers, and your friends'
+speedy runs or adventures. We are going to be introduced to "Lightning,"
+"Inkerman," and the "Morning Star," the first engine made for the
+railway by George Stephenson.
+
+At the works we are courteously received and conducted to the various
+shops devoted to the manufacture of the engines and carriages--the
+wheels, whistles, rails, cranks, and cylinders, and everything else
+connected with the rolling-stock, which brings in money to the
+shareholders, and proves that if "a rolling stone gathers no moss,"
+rolling-stock does in plenty. Here we find young gentlemen who are
+pupils and apprentices at work learning mechanical engineering, and how
+to make the future "Flying Dutchmen" and "Zulus."
+
+We see the old "nine feet" Bristol and Exeter engines, and are told how
+one once went off the line with the "Dutchman" long ago; but it was a
+trifling accident. Our "Dutchman," though he flies, is pretty safe; and
+runs free from accident. We see an engine whose boiler burst the other
+day, but fortunately hurt no one much. This engine looks very much
+ashamed of itself in the shed, and has had to submit to a severe
+operation to put it right again, which, perhaps, will be a lesson to it
+in future.
+
+Then we go under the engines and see the machinery, which works so
+easily; and then we sit down, and ask the driver whether any adventures
+have happened with the "Flying Dutchman."
+
+"Nothing particular; but I can tell you a story about the railway which
+will amuse you. It happened several years ago--but I won't tell you
+where exactly, sir."
+
+"Let us hear the tale," we said.
+
+"It was in my father's time, before I was a driver, that it happened. An
+aunt of mine--a youngish woman then--was travelling by the G. W. R.
+('Great Way Round' they used to call us), when a young man entered the
+carriage, where she was sitting alone, and asked where the train stopped
+first. This was (say) at Paddington. My aunt said 'Reading' was the
+first station, and the train immediately started.
+
+"'Excuse me, ma'am,' said the gentleman; 'but will you oblige me by
+cutting my hair a little.'
+
+"My aunt thought the man was mad, but being alarmed by his manner,
+consented.
+
+"Then the young man changed his coat, his collar, his waistcoat, and
+tie. He put on a pair of spectacles, and when my aunt dared to look at
+him he was for all the world like a clergyman--an elderly gentleman in
+spectacles!
+
+"'Now,' said he; 'you must promise to be quiet, and never contradict me.
+If you do you will rue it.' So my aunt--she was young then--promised,
+and before they reached Reading the train was stopped. A guard and a
+constable came up, and looked into every carriage.
+
+"'Have you the tickets, dear?' said the man to my aunt.
+
+"'All right, sir,' said the guard. 'We don't want to disturb you at all.
+We are looking for some one else.'
+
+"The train went on, but the 'old' clergyman, as he seemed, left the
+train at Reading. He had committed forgery, but by disguising himself,
+escaped. 'Clever rogue,' was he not?"
+
+By the time we had heard this tale we were at Swindon Station again
+waiting for the "Zulu," for we are bound for Bath and Bristol. Here it
+comes just as the other train came, very punctually. We take a farewell
+of our friend, and as we pass the shops on our way, we jot down in our
+note-book what we have seen, and some of our pleasant experiences of the
+"Flying Dutchman."
+
+
+
+
+Mornings at the Zoo.
+
+MORNINGS AT THE ZOO.
+
+VI.--THE STORK FAMILY.
+
+
+Whatever they may be in their native countries, the Storks at the
+Zoological Gardens, London, are lone and melancholy birds. They seem to
+take their pleasure sadly--as was once said of the English folk--but
+they look so much like very wise and profound philosophers that perhaps
+they view life gravely because they have themselves realised in their
+own experience how serious a matter it is. In the Gardens they appear to
+lead a hermit's existence. They are treated with severe neglect by the
+bulk of the visitors, though possibly they consider the respect of an
+occasional distinguished Royal Academician of greater value than the
+homage of an indifferent multitude.
+
+Yet in other lands than ours the Stork family is held in high honour. In
+many parts of the Continent they are encouraged to build their nests in
+chimneys, steeples, and trees near dwellings. Indeed, as an inducement
+to them to pitch their quarters on the houses, boxes are sometimes
+erected on the roofs, and happy is the household which thus secures the
+patronage of a stork. Some of the people among whom they sojourn during
+the warm summer days regard the presence of the bird as a kind of
+safeguard against fire. And as an illustration of their love for their
+young, a story is told of a stork which, rather than desert its helpless
+offspring during a conflagration in Delft, in Holland, remained
+heroically by their side and perished with them in the flames.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+In Morocco and in Eastern countries also storks are looked upon as
+sacred birds. And with good reason, for they render very useful service
+both as scavengers and as slayers of snakes and other reptiles. In most
+of the towns a storks' hospital will be found. It consists of an
+enclosure to which are sent all birds that have been injured. They are
+kept in this infirmary--which is generally supported by voluntary
+contributions--until they have regained health and strength. To kill a
+stork is regarded as an offence. In Sweden also the stork is held as
+holy, there being a legend in that country to the effect that this bird
+flew around the cross of Christ, crying "Styrka!" "Styrka!"
+("Strengthen!" "Strengthen!") But, as Dr. Brewer points out, this
+tradition clashes with fact, inasmuch as stork's have no voice. For the
+valuable offices which they perform in the removal of garbage they are,
+in some countries, protected by law. At one time the White Stork was a
+pretty common bird in England, where it helped the farmers by clearing
+the soil of noxious insects. It disappeared, however, partly because it
+was subjected to a good deal of persecution, but mainly because an
+improved method of agriculture took away its occupation.
+
+In India the stork's cousin is called the Adjutant, and a very
+appropriate name it is. It is a familiar figure in most of the towns and
+villages where its scavenging is of the greatest use. But the adjutant
+is not endowed with so much wisdom as we should naturally expect such a
+serviceable bird to possess. The following notes about an adjutant's
+curious ways have been sent to the Editor of LITTLE FOLKS by a lady in
+Calcutta, and will be read with interest.
+
+"When the rainy season comes in Calcutta, the adjutants are soon seen
+resting on one leg on the house-tops, kneeling in all kinds of funny
+places, or stalking very grandly through the wet grass. Sometimes in the
+dim lamp-light they look as they stand about on the edge of the flat
+roofs like stiff, badly-arranged ornaments, and sometimes ten or twelve
+settle on some tree, when it seems as if their heavy bodies must weigh
+it down.
+
+"They do not often come in numbers into the gardens of houses or the
+outskirts of the town, but one was a very faithful visitor for a little
+while in the neighbourhood of a house which was not at all central. This
+house has a garden or compound, as Indians would say, which is connected
+by a gate with a large square containing a large tank. There are many of
+these tanks, in appearance like ponds or reservoirs at home, about
+Calcutta and the neighbourhood. The natives fetch water to drink from
+all, and in some they bathe and wash clothes. The tank now to be
+described is enclosed by a wall with gates to the main road and into the
+compounds of houses which come up to it. Round the tank is a broad
+gravel-walk, and on either side the walk grows long rank grass. Frogs
+abound in this grass, and crickets come out of holes in the ground, and
+make a terrible whistling at night. For some time no adjutants appeared
+in this tank square to feast on the rich supply of frogs; but at last
+one day an adjutant was seen walking down the grass. With
+self-important step and craning his long neck forward, he came slowly
+on, hurrying a little when some frightened frog foolishly made a hop out
+of his way. At last he reached a gate leading into one of the private
+compounds, and there he paused. What he saw inside no one can guess, as
+the grass is kept short; and except in one corner far, far away from the
+gate, there were not half the fine fat frogs that Mr. Adjutant might
+have found on his own side of the gate. Whatever he saw, certainly the
+bird longed to get through. He poked his head through the bars as far as
+he could on one side, took two steps to the other and tried that, back
+again to the first, and so on, till that foolish, foolish bird had
+walked twenty times to and fro. Then he went off in a huff, and stood on
+one leg near the tank till dark, when it is to be hoped he recovered his
+temper. About the same hour next day back came the adjutant to repeat
+his yesterday's performance, except that he walked slowly round the tank
+instead of standing on one leg when he found it a failure. Perhaps he
+was thinking the thing over. He did not think to much purpose, for day
+after day for more than a week back came the adjutant to walk like a
+soldier on duty up and down, up and down, poking his head through the
+bars each time. Sometimes he did it a score of times, sometimes only two
+or three. After ten days he disappeared. Where is he? Has he gone to
+find a blacksmith among the adjutants? or have his brother adjutants had
+him shut up till he has sense to know the best way for a bird with wings
+is, not to try to get through narrow bars, but to fly over the top?"
+
+Unlike its white cousin, the Black Stork rather avoids the society of
+man, frequenting solitary places and building its nest on the very top
+of the very tallest trees. It is really, however, not an unamiable bird,
+as was proved by Colonel Montagu in the case of one which he managed to
+catch by means of a slight wound in the wing, and which lived with him
+for upwards of a year. It used to follow its feeder about, and displayed
+a most inoffensive disposition. With other birds it was on terms, of
+peace, and goodwill, never threatening them with its big, strong bill.
+An excellent angler, its skill in capture was seen to greatest advantage
+when it had to encounter an unusually slippery eel.
+
+Canon Tristram observed black storks among the shallows of the Dead Sea,
+to which their prey was brought down by tributary streams. Surely no
+picture more suggestive of utter solitude could be imagined than this of
+the black storks, lovers of loneliness, fishing on the silent shores of
+the Dead Sea.
+
+JAMES A. MANSON.
+
+
+
+
+The Children's Own Garden.
+
+THE CHILDREN'S OWN GARDEN IN JULY.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+July being generally the hottest month of the year, plenty of water is
+an important thing in connection with Gardening, and as we have
+previously recommended, apply it right and left, to shrubs, grass,
+trees, flowers, and walks. It is most important for the leaves and stems
+of plants to be perfectly free from dust and dirt, as this is one of the
+very first steps to securing a strong, healthy, and vigorous growth. A
+writer once described the pleasure in dry weather of attaching a hose to
+a main and sending a stream of water over and on to the tops of the
+young trees and shrubs as well worth 100 pounds a year to any lover of
+Nature. A great drawback to town gardens, or gardens situated near
+crowded thoroughfares, is that the plants there grown are almost
+invariably smothered with dust: under such circumstances successful
+gardening becomes simply a matter of impossibility, as hardly any plants
+will thrive, or even live, under such conditions. A proper site is,
+therefore, a matter of primary importance.
+
+                *       *       *       *       *
+
+There is, however, plenty of work, other than watering, to be done this
+month. Seed of a great number of plants should now be saved and
+carefully placed in dry cool places until the time arrives for sowing
+them. Cuttings of a multitude of perennials ought now to be secured and
+immediately planted: those of such important plants as chrysanthemums,
+pansies, snapdragons, stocks, and wallflowers, in particular; divisions
+of auriculas and polyanthuses may now be made. If a cold frame be
+available, utilise the same by keeping cuttings of the very hardy sorts
+in it until they have thoroughly rooted, and transfer them to the open
+border. Less hardy plants will need a protection of some sort through
+the winter, and few things are more suitable for such a purpose than a
+frost-proof frame, where air can be plentifully given every time the
+state of the weather admits.
+
+                *       *       *       *       *
+
+Dahlias will be now coming into full glory, and as the first three or
+four flowers are usually worthless, cut them off before they fully
+expand. Hollyhocks may now be frequently supplied with liquid manure.
+Rose-trees will require looking after: give them plenty of rich food,
+and, when the "perpetual" flowering section has done blooming, cut back
+each shoot to about two or three buds from its base. Small pieces of
+grass will periodically need mowing, and this ought to be done with a
+proper mowing-machine, as a pair of shears invariably causes an
+irregular and jagged after-growth. All unsightly vegetation, such as
+dead leaves or flowers, dried up stems, &c., must be promptly removed;
+weeds ought not to be allowed to grow a second pair of leaves--much less
+to flower--before being exterminated. Trailing and climbing plants,
+especially roses, will need careful attention, and keeping within
+bounds: straggly or weakly shoots must be at once cut away.
+
+                *       *       *       *       *
+
+The most important requirement just now in the kitchen-garden is water:
+during hot weather completely saturate the ground with it. July is not a
+very brisk month in the Children's Kitchen-garden; however, seeds of
+such useful salads as lettuce and radish may still be sown; and a few
+dwarf French beans can be put in if there is sufficient room. By sowing
+a small quantity of the early sorts of peas, it is just possible to
+obtain a fair crop, and particularly so if the autumn holds fine.
+
+                *       *       *       *       *
+
+It may not be amiss to make a few remarks as regards gathering fruit,
+flowers, and vegetables, as this is a much more important matter than is
+usually thought. In gathering such salads as cress or mustard, and fruit
+of every sort, an absolute rule is to exercise the utmost care; and such
+"telltales" as broken branches, mutilated stems, and salads--cress, for
+example--entirely up-rooted, will at once proclaim a slovenly method of
+gardening. This, above all things, must be avoided. Skilful gardeners,
+whether amateur or professional, will sever a flower with so much care
+that its parent plant will scarcely be seen to shake whilst undergoing
+the operation. In gathering peas, most people tug and pull at these as
+if anxious to see how much strength the pods _can_ possibly bear. In
+this instance, as in others where the same carelessness is employed, the
+plants get severely disturbed, and a consequent short crop is put down
+to the score of bad seed. Neatness, order, and care are principles of
+great moment in Gardening.
+
+
+
+
+A SUMMER HOUR.
+
+[Illustration: "'TIS HERE THE CHILDREN LOVE TO COME" (_p. 45_).]
+
+
+  A wide expanse of yellow sand,
+    A breeze so fresh and free,
+  Which, gently rippling, scarcely wakes
+    The calm and tranquil sea.
+
+  Beneath the clear and shining wave
+    Bright shells and sea-weeds lie,
+  Reflecting all the golden light
+    Of the sweet summer sky.
+
+  And many a crystal pool is there,
+    Where hermits lurk below,
+  And restless shrimps in coat of mail
+    Flash swiftly to and fro.
+
+  A noon-day hush is over all,
+    Unbroken by a sound;
+  Till ... sudden peals of baby mirth
+    Wake all the echoes round.
+
+  'Tis here the children love to come,
+    On the bright sand to lie,
+  Or in the gleaming water hold
+    Their mimic revelry.
+
+  Oh, happy hearts! those gladsome day
+    Upon the golden shore
+  Will linger on in memory still,
+    A joy for evermore.
+
+D. B. MCKEAN.
+
+
+
+
+LITTLE MARGARET'S KITCHEN, AND WHAT SHE DID IN IT.--VII.
+
+_By PHILLIS BROWNE, Author of "A Year's Cookery," "What Girls can Do,"
+&c._
+
+
+"I should like my little pupils to learn to roast meat to-day," said
+Mrs. Herbert, as she entered the kitchen where the children were waiting
+for her.
+
+"You will let it be beef, though, won't you?" said Margaret. "If we have
+to cook meat we might as well cook the best kind of meat there is."
+
+"You consider beef the best kind of meat then, do you?" said Mrs.
+Herbert.
+
+"Oh, yes! I should think every one does. Father says there is nothing
+like the roast beef of old England."
+
+"English people generally like roast beef, I know," said Mrs. Herbert.
+"Indeed, they have been so accustomed to take pains with it, that now it
+is often said that English cooks roast well, if they do nothing else
+well."
+
+"It seems to me that there is nothing to do in roasting meat," said
+Margaret. "The fire does all the work; we put the meat down to the fire,
+and in a little time we take it up, and it is done."
+
+"But the right kind of fire for roasting is not always made up in any
+kitchen," said Mrs. Herbert. "The first thing which the cook who intends
+to roast has to see after is the fire; and she ought to make it ready
+quite an hour before she puts the meat down."
+
+"Oh dear, what a trouble!" said Margaret.
+
+"Please, ma'am, I know how to make up a fire for roasting," said Mary.
+"I have done it many a time for my aunt."
+
+"Then tell us what you know about it," said Mrs. Herbert.
+
+"The fire must be a good size, larger than the meat which is to be
+roasted before it. The cinders and dust must be cleared thoroughly away
+from the bottom of the range, the live hot coals must be pushed to the
+front, and the space at the back which is made empty must be filled up
+with knobbly pieces of coal packed closely together, though not so
+closely that the air cannot get through. The hearth must be swept up
+tidily, and the cinders, mixed with a little damped coal-dust, must be
+put at the back on the knobbly pieces of coal, and that is all."
+
+"Very good indeed, Mary," said Mrs. Herbert, "you evidently know all
+about this part of the business."
+
+"But I don't see the good," said Margaret. "Why do we not make up the
+fire when we are ready for it? It would last all the longer."
+
+"Because we want to have the fire clear and bright, not dull and smoky.
+It must be kept bright all the time too, and it must not be allowed to
+get hollow in places. Can you tell us, Mary, what you are to do if the
+fire needs to be mended before the joint is finished?"
+
+"The live coal must be drawn to the front, ma'am, gently, so as not to
+let any cinders go into the dripping-tin," said Mary. "But we ought not
+to let the fire need mending; we must watch it and keep putting cinders
+and pieces of coal on to keep it up."
+
+"You see now, Margaret, how important it is to have the right kind of
+fire," said Mrs. Herbert. "Have you heard that red meat which is to be
+roasted should hang for a while before being cooked?"
+
+"At any rate I have heard people say 'This meat is not tender; it has
+not been hung long enough.'"
+
+"Just so. It is very important that red meats which are to be roasted
+should be left to hang till tender. When we have a cool airy larder, we
+can hang meat for ourselves, when there is no such larder the butcher
+will hang it for us. The time which the meat must hang depends upon the
+weather. In dry cold weather it may hang a long time--two or three
+weeks--but in hot weather it must be quickly cooked, or it will not
+keep. In frosty weather, too, it should be put in a warm kitchen for
+some hours before being roasted, or it will not be tender."
+
+"What do you mean by red meats, ma'am?"
+
+"I mean, Mary, meats red in colour when cut, such as beef, mutton, and
+game. What are called white meats, such as veal, lamb, and pork, will
+not keep, and they therefore have to be cooked when fresh. Can either of
+you tell me what is the first thing to be done when you are going to
+roast meat?"
+
+The little girls thought for a minute, then Mary said, "When we were
+going to boil the leg of mutton we weighed it, that we might know how
+long we were to let it simmer."
+
+"Quite right, Mary. So you must do with this piece of beef. Weigh it and
+then allow for roasting a quarter of an hour for every pound, and a
+quarter of an hour over. If the joint is thick and solid we allow twenty
+minutes to the pound. In fact, we should always have a little
+consultation with ourselves before we begin to roast, and say to
+ourselves, 'Is this meat solid and thick with little bone, or is it thin
+and small?'"
+
+"How long must we give the sirloin of beef?"
+
+"A quarter of an hour to the pound and a quarter of an hour over. Cook
+is now going to put down the dripping-tin and screen for us. I should
+like you to watch her and then try to remember what is necessary. Do you
+notice that she puts a large slice of dripping into the pan first
+thing?"
+
+"What is that for?" said Margaret. "I thought the dripping dropped from
+the fat."
+
+"So it will in a little time, but we want some hot fat to baste the meat
+with immediately. If we put a slice in the tin a few minutes before the
+meat is hung on the hook, the fat will melt and be ready for our
+purpose. Never wash the meat before roasting it. If you do, it will not
+brown properly, and the juices will be drawn out. Some cooks are very
+particular to wash meat, and they say that it is dirty not to do so, for
+we never know by whom meat has been handled. For my part I never feel
+uneasy about meat which has been bought of a good butcher. If I had any
+doubt on the subject I should wipe it well, but not wash it."
+
+"The dripping is quite melted now, mother. Shall we hang the meat on the
+hook, and wind up the jack?" said Margaret.
+
+"Yes, dear; wind the jack before you put the meat up. In hanging the
+meat recollect to put the thickest part downwards, because the heat of
+the fire will be greatest at the bottom. Be careful, too, to pass the
+hook through a secure place where there is little juice, for the flesh
+will give way with cooking, and if you do not provide for this your
+joint may fall into the pan. Do you recollect that when we were boiling
+meat we first plunged the meat into boiling water to harden the albumen
+on the outside so as to make a case to keep in the juices."
+
+"We cannot do that now, though," said Mary.
+
+"We can do something of the same sort. If we put the meat close to the
+fire and baste it with hot fat for a few minutes at the beginning we
+shall harden the outside. Then we may draw it back and roast it more
+slowly till done. Above all things, however, we must be careful to baste
+it well. Stand at one side of the fire, take the fat up carefully with
+the basting-spoon, and pour it over the lean part of the meat. The
+basting-spoon will not become too hot if you put it in a plate by the
+side, not in the tin. If you baste the meat well, it will not shrink or
+become dry and hard, it will be juicy and savoury, and it will be a good
+rich brown colour."
+
+"How quickly the fat melts!" said Mary. "There is plenty of dripping in
+the pan now."
+
+"We will pour a little of the dripping away shortly, for we want to have
+it a good colour," said Mrs. Herbert. "If we let it remain too long
+before the fire it will be burnt and discoloured."
+
+Very patiently and for a long time the little girls basted the roasting
+joint, and at last they were rewarded by seeing it take a rich brown
+colour.
+
+"In another quarter of an hour the beef will be roasted enough, ma'am,"
+at length said Mary, looking at the clock.
+
+"It smells as if it would taste all right, does it not?" said Margaret.
+
+"Now we must prepare for the gravy. Cook has put the dish for the meat
+and the plates where they will get hot, for little girls cannot see
+after everything. In this small saucepan is a little stock made by
+stewing two or three bones and scraps (with no fat whatever), a sprig of
+parsley, a few rings of onion, which have been fried till brown, an inch
+of celery, and five or six peppercorns in water. I do not know whether
+you noticed that this stock has been stewing by the side of the fire
+ever since we came into the kitchen; I have skimmed it every now and
+then, and covered it closely again."
+
+"I noticed it," said Margaret. "I thought it would turn out to be for
+something which we wanted."
+
+"It is for gravy. You see it is a rich deep brown colour, gained from
+the browned onion. We must strain this gravy, put a little salt with it,
+let it boil, then unhook the joint, pour a couple of table-spoonfuls of
+this gravy into the dish, put the rest into a gravy tureen, and serve at
+once. There will be plenty of gravy altogether, if we use that which is
+in the tureen and the dish as well. Besides, our joint has been well
+basted, and is not dry, so gravy will run from the meat into the dish."
+
+"Can't we make gravy from the dripping-tin?"
+
+"We should have had to do so if there had been no stock," said Mrs.
+Herbert. "In that case we should pour out the fat from the tin very
+gently and carefully till we come to the brown sediment at the bottom.
+We should mix with the sediment a breakfast-cupful of boiling water, and
+scrape, with the spoon, any little brown dried specks of gravy there
+might be. When we had obtained as much gravy as possible we should
+strain it into a saucepan and keep it hot till the meat was quite
+ready."
+
+"I am sure father will enjoy this roast beef," said Margaret.
+
+"I hope and think he will," said Mrs. Herbert. "Beef roasted in this way
+before the fire is most excellent. It is, however, not nearly so common
+as it once was, for with the stoves and kitcheners now in use, it is
+easier to bake, or, as it is called, to roast meat in the oven. I
+therefore wanted you to understand the best way of roasting meat, and
+you shall next learn how to roast it in the oven."
+
+(_To be continued._)
+
+
+
+
+HOW PAULINA WON BACK PETER.
+
+A FAIRY STORY.
+
+"Bravo! bravo! bravo!"
+
+It was a tiny voice that spoke, sweet and clear as a nightingale's; but
+it was not a nightingale. It was a large brown and scarlet butterfly,
+with a dash of purple in its wings.
+
+The mannikins paused in their gambols, and one made a bow, whilst
+another skipped up the scarlet runner that had suddenly shot up out of
+the ground, and twined in and out in fantastic knots, and brought
+himself to a level with the butterfly.
+
+"If you had but wings!" added the butterfly.
+
+[Illustration: "PETER WAS SITTING UP IN BED."]
+
+  "Wings, ah yes! how we should like them!
+  Then we'd fly so high, so high,
+  Turning somersaults, and fluttering
+  Like----a graceful butterfly."
+
+"Now," continued the mannikin, "as you are an emperor, I really think
+that you might order some wings for us. What do you say?"
+
+"A Red Emperor," observed the butterfly; "but after all there's not much
+in it. It is, you see, all in the name. And I haven't really any power
+whatever to give wings or anything else. For you must know that I am
+under orders myself."
+
+The mannikin looked at the Red Emperor in surprise.
+
+"And you an Emperor?" said he. "Hasn't this scarlet runner sprung up so
+that we might run up it to speak to you?"
+
+"That may or may not be," began the Emperor. "But----"
+
+
+II.
+
+"But what?"
+
+No, the Red Emperor was not speaking now. Somehow the butterfly and the
+mannikins had got into the book that Paulina was reading to Peter.
+
+Peter was sitting up in bed; he had also a book in his hand, and he
+threw it down and sprang out of bed, crying out--
+
+"But what a splendid butterfly!"
+
+"Oh, your sprained ankle, Peter!" cried Paulina.
+
+But Peter was at the window, in fact, half out of it; and his left
+ankle, which was bound up with bandages, suddenly appeared to be quite
+as free from pain as his right ankle, which had nothing whatever the
+matter with it, and he leaned over the window-sill, murmuring--
+
+  "Dancing, prancing.
+  Flitting, glancing,
+  Now retreating, now advancing,
+  Wait, and I will come to you,
+  Through the window, through, through, through."
+
+"Oh, Peter! how can you?" said Paulina.
+
+But Peter was gone, and when Paulina looked out of the window, she could
+see neither him, nor the mannikins, nor the scarlet runner.
+
+Of course she could not, for they were not there. Where had they gone?
+oh where? oh where?
+
+[Illustration: "PAULINA HAD A STICK ... IN HER HAND."]
+
+III.
+
+"Never mind, Paulina; it is a warm summer day."
+
+Was it the great butterfly who spoke? No one else was near, and he was
+sunning himself among the elder blossoms.
+
+  "Ho, ho, ho! away they go,
+  High and low, swift and slow,
+  Over and over, heels over head,
+  Peter and all the mannikins red."
+
+Paulina now listened breathlessly.
+
+"That is to say, the mannikins have red jackets and caps, and they are
+rolling along so fast, with Peter in the midst of them, that you will
+find it quite impossible to overtake them."
+
+"Are you speaking to me?" said Paulina.
+
+"Of course I am. Can't you hear what I am saying? I am the Red Emperor."
+
+"Then please, good Mr. Red Emperor, fly away, and tell Peter to come
+home again."
+
+"I am an Emperor," replied the butterfly, "and I cannot be ordered by a
+little girl. You must get back Peter yourself."
+
+"But I can't see Peter. Where is he?"
+
+  "He's out of sight, oh quite! oh quite!
+  And up in cloudland such a height!
+  He's in a state of much delight,
+  But you must get him home ere night."
+
+"But I can't get to cloudland."
+
+"Of course not, you're much too heavy."
+
+Paulina began to cry.
+
+"If you make such a dreadful noise I shall fly away. Otherwise I shall
+stay, and tell you what to do in order to get Peter back."
+
+"I will do anything in the world," said Paulina; "whatever you tell me
+to do I will at once do."
+
+[Illustration]
+
+"There is but one thing to do--you must become an artist."
+
+"That is impossible," sobbed Paulina. "What shall I do? What shall I
+do?"
+
+"Take off that prim little cap. Tie up your hair with black ribbon, and
+put on a blouse. Then you will be an artist."
+
+"But I've never learned to draw."
+
+"Pooh!" said the Red Emperor.
+
+
+IV.
+
+Paulina did not know where she was or how she came there, but she found
+herself before a wall on which hung a scroll with a face roughly
+sketched upon it. Paulina had a stick with a bit of chalk at the end of
+it in her hand, and she did not know whether she had drawn the face or
+not.
+
+"Perhaps I did," said she. "I think it is a likeness of the moon."
+
+"Pooh!" answered a voice.
+
+Paulina knew that it was not the Red Emperor, for he had flown away. She
+looked round, but there was no one to be seen. Still the voice went on
+speaking--
+
+  "It's the sun but just begun;
+  When it's done there will be fun.
+  Mannikins in red and blue,
+  Will bring something good for you."
+
+"Who are you? where are you?" asked Paulina. "And do you know anything
+of Peter? He went with the mannikins."
+
+[Illustration: "PAULINA ... BEGAN TO PUT ON THE COLOUR."]
+
+"Yes, up in the clouds with them. I saw him. The clouds were drifting
+hither and thither, and he could not keep steady upon them, so he
+tumbled down to the earth again."
+
+"Oh dear! Oh dear! What a fall he must have had!"
+
+Paulina heard a curious whistling, crackling laugh that seemed to go off
+in gusts: puff, puff! blow, blow, blow! phew, phew! And then it subsided
+into a gentle whistle.
+
+"It's nothing to laugh at," said Paulina. "He'll catch cold, and he must
+be very much hurt."
+
+"No he isn't; he has hurt some one else instead. I saw him standing over
+the boy that he had knocked down."
+
+"He was always fighting," murmured Paulina.
+
+"And he had on a full suit of blue clothes," said the voice, "and
+striped stockings and a white collar."
+
+"Blue! That's his best suit. How did he get it?"
+
+"I don't know everything," replied the Wind, for it was the Wind who was
+speaking to Paulina; "but
+
+  I boxed his ears, and ruffled his hair,
+  And left him standing astonished there."
+
+"Oh!" ejaculated Paulina. "How can I get him home again?"
+
+The Wind whistled for a short time, and then answered--
+
+"By getting a palette, and brushes, and paint, and canvas, and becoming
+an artist. What is the use of wearing a blouse and long stockings, and
+having your hair tied with black ribbon, if you are not going to be an
+artist?"
+
+
+V.
+
+The Wind had gone away, the scroll with the sun's face drawn upon it
+had vanished, and Paulina was not where she had been a few moments
+before. She did not know where she was, and everything seemed to be
+going the wrong way; but she saw the Red Emperor resting upon a
+rosebush, so she felt that she was not without a friend.
+
+"I've been waiting for hours," said the Red Emperor testily, "and so has
+the easel, also the paints and palette; and the canvas is stretched and
+the sketch made. You have nothing to do but to mount up to your seat,
+and fill in with colours. Shade away, beginning at the left corner, and
+make haste."
+
+Paulina looked at the canvas, upon which was the outline of a figure
+reclining upon a rock. She was going to say she could not shade it, when
+the Red Emperor said sternly--
+
+"No nonsense! Mount to the seat and paint as fast as you can, for if the
+painting is not finished before the stars come out, Peter will never
+come home again."
+
+Paulina scrambled up; she took the palette in one hand, the brush in the
+other, and began to put on the colour as fast as she could. She did not
+take any pains, but dabbed away, beginning in the left-hand corner. She
+scarcely looked at what she was doing; but somehow or other it answered,
+and the picture progressed rapidly. Paulina herself was surprised, but
+she knew that she must lose no time, for the stars were only waiting for
+the twilight.
+
+"The evening star, oh! don't let it come," said a very tiny little
+voice, that sounded like Peter's, a long way off; and it went on
+saying--
+
+  "Oh, Paulina! I have been a
+    Naughty boy, I know.
+  Don't look up and don't look down, dear,
+    On with the painting go."
+
+[Illustration: "STANDING OVER THE BOY" (_p._ 49).]
+
+"I should be dizzy if I looked down: I'm so very high up," answered
+Paulina; "but I should like to know where you are, Peter."
+
+"Never mind where he is," said the Red Emperor, "so that he is
+somewhere; that is enough for you. He is not far off. You will descend
+as the picture draws near completion, and at the last stroke of your
+brush you will see him. Obey me, or Peter will vanish away, and you will
+never see him again."
+
+Again Peter's voice was heard--
+
+"Yes, I'm near you, but I've grown very small; the Wind shook me about
+till I was only half the size I ought to be, just for knocking down a
+boy who came in my way. Go on, Paulina; paint away, make no delay, or I
+shall have to go away."
+
+And the Red Emperor also said, "Go on."
+
+
+VI.
+
+And Paulina went on with her work. Her palette was almost clean, so
+thoroughly had she used up all the colours upon it, and the painting
+only wanted a few more touches, which she added carefully. Then she drew
+a little backward to take a view of her picture. She closed her eyes for
+a moment, the better to consider the subject, and when she opened them,
+the picture, the easel, the palette, and brushes had disappeared, and
+she was standing in a garden where roses and lilies and red carnations
+were growing, and fountains were sending up cool white spray. The Red
+Emperor was there also.
+
+And beside Paulina there stood Peter himself.
+
+"I am my proper size again," said he. "It's been all a very wonderful
+journey, and I've seen wonderful sights."
+
+Paulina kissed him, saying--
+
+  "Peter, let us happy be
+    With one another;
+  Henceforth be content with me,
+    Little brother."
+
+"Of course he must be content," said the Red Emperor severely.
+
+"Of course he must," echoed the Wind, "if not, I shall whirl him away to
+the top of a mountain."
+
+[Illustration: "ONE OF THE MANNIKINS TUMBLED."]
+
+"Of course he must," said two mannikins who suddenly appeared in sight,
+rolling and pushing along what seemed to Paulina to be the half of a
+large orange.
+
+Not that it was anything of the sort.
+
+      "It's a casket of gold
+      From the caverns old,
+  Where the dwarfs are working for ever.
+      All that it doth hold,
+      If you should be told,
+  Oh! would you believe it? no, never!"
+
+And one of the mannikins tumbled over it, and turned somersaults, and
+rolled it up to Paulina.
+
+And then the Wind whispered very softly to her--
+
+  "Little maid, I told you true,
+  Mannikins in red and blue
+  Would bring something good for you
+  If the painting well were done
+  Ere the setting of the sun."
+
+"Yes, yes," said Paulina; "it's all true; but the painting's gone, and
+it all seems like a dream; and I've got Peter back, and his ankle's
+well. But how did he get his blue suit?"
+
+But that neither the Red Emperor nor the Wind told her; neither did
+Peter, for when she asked him the question he only said--
+
+"I don't know!"
+
+JULIA GODDARD.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: THE EDITOR'S POCKET-BOOK.
+
+JOTTINGS AND PENCILLINGS, HERE, THERE, AND EVERYWHERE]
+
+
+The Natural Bridge, Virginia.
+
+The two greatest natural curiosities--if one may use the phrase in this
+connection--in North America are the Falls of Niagara and the Natural
+Bridge in Virginia. A picture of the latter will be seen in our new
+heading. It is an arch cut, so to speak, out of the rock, and stands
+upwards of two hundred feet above the ground below. How it originated
+has been a kind of puzzle, some urging that the rock was hollowed by an
+earthquake, others that the bridge is the result of the action of water.
+Unfortunately for these conjectures no ruins are to be seen beneath. The
+bridge has formed the scene of several hair-breadth escapes.
+
+
+The Colossus of Rhodes.
+
+The city of Rhodes is situated on the island of that name, which lies
+some twelve miles from the coast of Asia Minor. It was founded four
+hundred years before the birth of Christ, and, among other things, was
+noted for its Colossus--pictured in our heading--which was reckoned to
+be one of the Seven Wonders of the ancient world. The Colossus was a
+gigantic statue in brass of Helios, or the Sun, and stood at the
+entrance of one of the ports. It was 105 feet high. According to one
+belief--which, however, is now abandoned--the Colossus bestrode the
+harbour, one foot resting upon a pier at one side, the other upon a pier
+at the other, while the figure itself was so lofty that ships in full
+sail could pass underneath the outstretched legs. Sixty years after it
+was built it was thrown down by an earthquake.
+
+
+Chinese Palanquins.
+
+A favourite mode of travelling in China and other countries of the East
+is by palanquin, which is a kind of wooden box, about twice as long as
+it is high, with shutters and other appliances to make it comfortable.
+The palanquin is carried by porters--just as in the drawing given above.
+The vehicle is furnished inside with a mattress--on which the traveller
+reclines--and cushions, and is also fitted with shelves and drawers.
+Travelling is continued day and night. There are different kinds of
+palanquins, some resembling the sedan chairs that used to be fashionable
+in England.
+
+
+The Flamingo.
+
+This queer bird--also shown in the heading above--is found in the
+tropical and temperate regions of the globe, and frequents marshes and
+shallow lakes. In deep water flamingoes swim, but they prefer to wade,
+for then they can bend down their necks and rake the bottom with their
+peculiar-shaped bill in search of food. Flocks of these birds, with
+their red plumage, when seen from a distance, have been likened by
+observers to troops of soldiers.
+
+
+"God's Providence House."
+
+The house represented in the new heading, and bearing the above quaint
+name, is situated in Chester, a city famed for its picturesque old
+buildings. It is built of timber and brick, and upon the beam supporting
+the second floor is carved "God's Providence is mine Inheritance, 1652."
+It is supposed that Chester was visited with plague in that year, and
+that this house was the only one which escaped the pestilence. Hence
+arose the pious inscription of the grateful tenant.
+
+
+An Ancient Monster.
+
+Once upon a time, so long ago that I cannot tell when, strange creatures
+lived on land and sea. They have all died out now, but their bones are
+sometimes found in a fossil state, and by means of them scientific men
+have been able to construct, or piece together, as it were, these
+old-world monsters. You will see the picture of one of them in the new
+Pocket-book heading. It is called by the long name "Ichthyosaurus"--a
+Greek term meaning "fish-reptile." This animal was a huge creature
+something like a crocodile, with four paddles and a tail, and its native
+element was water. It had a large head with big eyes, and its jaws were
+well filled with terrible teeth. It possessed features in common with
+fishes as well as with reptiles, and hence its compound name.
+
+
+Arabs of the Soudan.
+
+Little folk who read their newspapers know something of the dauntless
+courage of the Soudanese Arabs. The Soudan is a desert of vast extent,
+partly bordering upon the boundaries of Upper Egypt. It is inhabited by
+wandering Arabs and some other peoples. They are, most of them, quite
+fearless, and even when opposed to British forces have shown a courage
+worthy of their foes. Armed--like the one drawn in our heading--with
+spear and shield--for but a few of them owned rifles and fired them
+unskilfully--they rushed again and again right up to the serried ranks
+of the British soldiers. These Arabs have several vices, but no one has
+denied them the highest degree of bravery.
+
+
+A Lesson in Charity.
+
+It is related of the late Mr. Peter Cooper, an American benefactor, that
+he was one day watching the pupils in the portrait class connected with
+the Women's Art School of Cooper Institute. About thirty pupils were
+engaged in drawing likenesses of the same model from various points of
+view--some in profile, some full face, some nearer and others farther
+from the light, and so forth. After studying the scene for a while Mr.
+Cooper said, "Such a sight as this should be a lesson in charity, when
+we perceive how the same person may be so different, according to the
+way he is looked at by various people."
+
+
+The Busy Bee.
+
+Few little folk have any idea of the labour that bees have to expend in
+the gathering of honey. Here is a calculation, which will show how
+industrious the "busy" bee really is. Let us suppose the insects confine
+their attentions to clover-fields. Each head of clover contains about
+sixty separate flower-tubes, in each of which is a portion of sugar not
+exceeding the five-hundredth part of a grain. Therefore, before one
+grain of sugar can be got, the bee must insert its proboscis into 500
+clover-tubes. Now there are 7,000 grains in a pound, so that it follows
+that 3,500,000 clover-tubes must be sucked in order to obtain but one
+pound of honey.
+
+
+The Dwarf Trees of China.
+
+In China, that land of curiosities, may be seen oaks, chestnuts, pines,
+and cedars growing in flowerpots, and fifty years old, but not twelve
+inches high! They take the young plant, cut off its tap-root, and place
+it in a basin of good soil kept well watered. Should it grow too
+rapidly, they dig down and shorten in several roots. Year by year the
+leaves grow smaller, and in course of time the trees become little
+dwarfs, and are made pets of like canaries and dogs.
+
+
+What is the "Lake School"?
+
+In reading about poets and poetry, you will sometimes find an allusion
+to the "Lake School." This was the term applied by a writer in the
+_Edinburgh Review_ to Wordsworth, Southey, and Coleridge, because they
+resided in the lake district of Cumberland and Westmoreland, and
+because--though their works differed in many respects from each
+other--they sought for inspiration in the simplicity of Nature rather
+than in the study of other poets, or of the prevailing fashion.
+
+
+The Cuckoo's Fag.
+
+Tom Brown, as readers will remember, was in deep trouble at Rugby about
+the fagging system in vogue during his "school-days." Many things have
+happened since then, and amongst others a marked improvement in fagging.
+The cruelty and insolence and selfishness of it have disappeared, and
+the system itself will one day die out. As regards boys, so far so good.
+Among some feathered folk, however, fagging flourishes in full vigour;
+and so long as there are cuckoos so long will there be fags. Many birds
+are imposed upon, one of the commonest victims being the hedge-sparrow.
+For days a sparrow has been watched while it fed a hungry complaining
+intruder. It used to fly on the cuckoo's back and then, standing on its
+head and leaning downwards, give it a caterpillar. The tit-bit having
+been greedily snatched and devoured, the cuckoo would peck fiercely at
+its tiny attendant--bidding it, as it were, fetch more food and not be
+long about it. Wordsworth tells us in a famous line that "the child is
+father of the man," and no apter illustration of this truth could be
+found than the cuckoo. Let us trace his early life history, and to begin
+with, peep into, say, a wagtail's nest. It contains a few eggs all
+seemingly alike. In due time they are hatched, and you at once notice
+that one of the baby birds is quite different from the rest. It is
+blind, naked, yellowish, and ugly, and ere long will prove itself a
+monster. How did it come to be born there? Well, you must know that it
+is a young cuckoo.
+
+[Illustration: THE CUCKOO'S FAG. (_See p. 52._)]
+
+Now, its mother has several bad habits. For instance, she does not make
+a nest, but lays her egg on the ground, and then places it in a nest
+where there are others like the one she has laid. She is cunning, you
+see, as well as lazy and cruel; for she has, like a thief in the night,
+introduced into an innocent home a real tyrant. The young cuckoo soon
+reveals its true character. It begins by edging the wee wagtails to the
+side of the nest and then turning them out one by one. Of course the
+little things thus thrown over fall to the ground and die, but even if
+some kind person were to restore them to their home, they would be again
+bundled out in the same brutal fashion. Having got rid of the children
+of the rightful owners of the nest the ruthless sneak speedily cries for
+food; and the parents of the ejected birds actually tend this glutton
+with the greatest diligence. The young cuckoo is ever gaping for food,
+and for weeks the poor foster-parents are kept hard at work to supply
+its hunger. Why do they do so? Probably because they regard it as one of
+their own offspring, though they may have a sort of instinctive notion
+that there's something wrong; and so the weary round of fagging goes on
+until the cuckoo takes itself off to start life on its own account. So
+greedy, lazy, and thoroughly selfish, however, is this bird that after
+it has outgrown its nest, and is quite able to provide for itself, it
+will still look to its industrious comrades for its meals.
+
+
+The Greatest Whirlpool in the World.
+
+Off the coast of Norway, close to the Lofoden Islands, the current runs
+so strong north and south for six hours and then in the opposite
+direction for a similar period, that the water is thrown into tremendous
+whirls. This is the far-famed Maelstrom, or whirling-stream. The
+whirlpool is most active at high and low tide, and when the winds are
+contrary the disturbance of the sea is so great that few boats can live
+in it. In ordinary circumstances, however, ships can sail right across
+the Maelstrom without much danger, and the tales about the vessels and
+whales which have been engulfed in the stream are more or less pure
+fables.
+
+
+The Dog and the Telephone.
+
+An intelligent dog was recently discovered wandering about the streets
+of an American city, by a gentleman who knew it. He at once asked its
+master by means of the telephone whether he had lost his dog. The reply
+came "Yes; have you seen it?" To which the further instruction was sent,
+"Suppose you call him through the telephone." Accordingly the dog was
+lifted up and the ear-piece placed at its ear. "Jack! Jack!" shouted its
+owner, whereupon Jack, recognising the voice, began at once to yelp most
+vigorously, and licked the telephone in a friendly way, evidently
+thinking that its master was inside the machine.
+
+
+
+
+A QUEEN OF THE BEACH.
+
+(_See Coloured Frontispiece._)
+
+
+  We played together on the sands,
+    We roamed the moors for heather,
+  We climbed the cliffs with clasping hands
+    In the wild and windy weather;
+  And sweet were my little queen's commands
+    As we merrily played together.
+
+  Her eyes were blue as the limpid sea
+    When the morning sun is on it,
+  Her locks were bright as the corn might be
+    With the blaze of noon upon it,
+  And her scarlet cap was a charm to me,
+    But her laughing lips outshone it.
+
+  So fearless was the little maid,
+    Not a danger could astound her,
+  With her bucket and her busy spade,
+    On the sea-bound shore I found her,
+  Of the winds and the waves all unafraid
+    While the sea-gulls floated round her.
+
+  And many a house of sand we reared,
+    The walls with shells adorning,
+  While boats our happy playground neared,
+    And breakers gave us warning
+  That though we neither paused nor feared,
+    All would be gone next morning.
+
+A. M.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+The "Little Folks" Humane Society.
+
+SPECIAL NOTICE.
+
+
+The Editor desires to inform his Readers that the names of Officers and
+Members of The LITTLE FOLKS Humane Society will be printed in the
+Magazine as usual during the next six months, but that after the present
+Volume is completed, and when Fifty Thousand Names have appeared, the
+publication of the Lists will be discontinued. As, however, the
+operations of the Society will still be carried on, and some accounts of
+its progress will from time to time be given in LITTLE FOLKS, the Editor
+hopes to receive, as hitherto, the "promises" of all Children who are
+willing to join; and, on receipt of these, their names will be inscribed
+on the Register of the Society, and Certificates of Officership and
+Membership also forwarded to them if stamped addressed envelopes be
+enclosed. (The number of Officers and Members now on the Register is
+about 49,500). The Editor is aware that in certain instances intending
+Officers find that it takes many months to complete the list of fifty
+names, which it is necessary to collect in order to become an Officer,
+and he thinks it probable that the total of Fifty Thousand referred to
+above will be reached before some of his Readers have been able to
+obtain this number of "promises" from other children. To meet this
+difficulty, and in order that the efforts on behalf of the Society of
+such children may be rewarded just as they would have been had the
+publication of names in LITTLE FOLKS been longer continued, the small
+book and medal hitherto given to Officers will still be awarded; though
+in all cases it will be necessary, in sending up the fifty "promises,"
+to enclose a Certificate from a Parent, Teacher, or other responsible
+person, stating that the list had been commenced previous to the
+appearance of this notice in LITTLE FOLKS. The book and medal will not
+in future be awarded to any readers other than those just referred
+to--that is, those whose lists of fifty names are in actual progress at
+the present time (July 1st, 1884).
+
+
+
+
+_TWENTY-NINTH LIST OF OFFICERS AND MEMBERS._
+
+_Officers' Names are printed in Small Capital Letters, and the Names of
+their Members are printed beneath. Where a short line, thus "----," is
+printed, the end of an Officer's List is indicated._
+
+                                            AGE
+    41266 Herbert Buxton                     14
+    41267 C. M. Balfour                      10
+    41268 J. L. Balfour                       7
+    41269 C. W. Balfour                      18
+    41270 R. H. Pimm                         13
+    41271 P. H. Marquand                      9
+    41272 Chas. H. Mitchell                   9
+    41273 Thomas Halsall                     11
+    41274 J. M. Marquand                     13
+    41275 Joseph Reeves                      12
+    41276 A. B. Marquand                     11
+    41277 W. Hodgkinson                      13
+    41278 Arthur Handley                     11
+    41279 F. T. Freeland                     10
+    41280 T. L. Allkins                      14
+    41281 H. Felthouse                       12
+    41282 F. Nugent                          13
+    41283 Edgar B. Hulland                   15
+    41284 Kate Hodgkinson                    16
+    41285 George C. Britton                   7
+    41286 Winnie Grayston                     6
+    41287 Eddie C. Britton                    4
+    41288 Mary Gillman                       13
+    41289 Mathor Gilman                       9
+    41290 Fanny Darlington                   20
+    41291 Elsie Sanders                      13
+    41292 Mary A. Boonham                    11
+    41293 Elizbth. A. Benson                 11
+    41294 H. L. Franklin                     12
+    41295 Eliz. A. Wright                     9
+    41296 L. F. Wileman                      12
+    41297 Mary S. Harris                      8
+    41298 Harry Smith                        11
+    41299 Wm. A. Franklin                    10
+    41300 K. A. Minton                        9
+    41301 A. Henderson                       16
+    41302 Mary Henderson                     15
+    41303 Cecil Henderson                    11
+    41304 Ethel Norton                        6
+    41305 Mabel Norton                        5
+    41306 Matilda Norton                      4
+    41307 Herbert Hare                       12
+    41308 Clara Norton                       13
+    41309 EDITH E. MORRISON, Wakefield
+    41310 Kate Milsom                        11
+    41311 Harriet Hardman                    11
+    41312 Fredk. C. Brown                     8
+    41313 Mary A. Dean                       13
+    41314 Sarah Hirst                        20
+    41315 Louisa Brunton                     12
+    41316 Eliza Blackburn                    17
+    41317 Cissy Scholes                      17
+    41318 Annie Goodridge                    18
+    41319 Polly Scholes                       9
+    41320 Flornc. A. Scholey                 15
+    41321 Charles Scholey                    11
+    41322 John Scholey                       19
+    41323 Charltt. Cartridge                 15
+    41324 Annie Allcock                      11
+    41325 Bertha Tingle                      15
+    41326 Dora Brown                         12
+    41327 Annie Poppleton                    16
+    41328 Lizzie Poppleton                   14
+    41329 H. Poppleton                        7
+    41330 William Garnett                    17
+    41331 Annie Garnett                      14
+    41332 Eliza Garnett                      12
+    41333 Thos. H. Garnett                   10
+    41334 Florence Garnett                    7
+    41335 Lizzie Priestley                   17
+    41336 Annie Jaques                       17
+    41337 Mary H. Copley                     10
+    41338 E. Worthington                     14
+    41339 Kate Bancroft                      12
+    41340 Maud Gosnay                        11
+    41341 Bennie Harris                       9
+    41342 Ada Richardson                     12
+    41343 Ada Mellor                         19
+    41344 Amy Sadler                         14
+    41345 Kate Sadler                         8
+    41346 Beatrice Sadler                    12
+    41347 Alice Sadler                       13
+    41348 Mary W. Hein                        8
+    41349 Lucy M. Hein                       10
+    41350 Ellen L. Hein                      12
+    41351 Victor Hartley                      9
+    41352 Eleanor Brown                      20
+    41353 Mabel Walton                       12
+    41354 Mary Bostock                       11
+    41355 Margaret Salkeld                   16
+    41356 E. M. Morrison                      8
+    41357 R. P. Morrison                     11
+    41358 Gertrude E. Prest                   9
+    41359 Archbld. W. Prest                   7
+    41360 JAS. W. RILEY, Derby               16
+    41361 Wm. Wibberley                      11
+    41362 Joseph Wibberley                   13
+    41363 William Smee                        8
+    41364 William Yeomans                    11
+    41365 Harry Wibberley                     9
+    41366 Albert E. Riley                    10
+    41367 Arthur Copestick                   10
+    41368 John Lovel                          9
+    41369 John Warde                         14
+    41370 Henry Castledine                   13
+    41371 William Hatton                      9
+    41372 W. H. Haynes                       12
+    41373 William Matthews                   10
+    41374 William Smith                       9
+    41375 Christopher Shaw                   12
+    41376 Walter Green                       11
+    41377 William Garratt                     8
+    41378 Arthur Wibberley                   11
+    41379 Charles M. Smee                    12
+    41380 Arthur Smee                         9
+    41381 A. Carmicheal                      12
+    41382 Alfred Bunting                     12
+    41383 Harry Bunting                      16
+    41384 Frank Bunting                      14
+    41385 H. Wibberley                       16
+    41386 Clara Wibberley                    14
+    41387 Lizzie Wibberley                   18
+    41388 Walter Lester                      13
+    41389 Arthur Pearson                     12
+    41390 Mary Wadkinson                     14
+    41391 Albert Lester                      11
+    41392 Walter Pearson                     10
+    41393 Nelly Carmicheal                    7
+    41394 Annie Green                        12
+    41395 Lotty Green                         7
+    41396 Edith Wagstaff                      8
+    41397 Henry Mellor                       11
+    41398 Frank Oliver                       10
+    41399 Charles Yeomans                    11
+    41400 Maria Street                       12
+    41401 Thomas Bennett                     11
+    41402 Elizabeth Hunt                     14
+    41403 Annie Brailsford                   12
+    41404 Edwd. Armytage                     10
+    41405 John Wagstaff                       9
+    41406 William Tarrey                      9
+    41407 Bernard Riley                      12
+    41408 William Foster                     11
+    41409 James Dunmow                        9
+    41410 Joseph Moorcroft                   11
+          ----
+    41411 G. M. Buchanan                     13
+    41412 Effie D. Ward                       9
+    41413 Eleanor L. Ward                    19
+    41414 Minnie Griffin                     10
+    41415 MAGGIE GOMME, Peckham Rye          14
+    41416 Nellie Salmon                      12
+    41417 Edwin Westall                      15
+    41418 Alice Watts                        12
+    41419 Mary Smith                         11
+    41420 Mabel Cane                         16
+    41421 Percy K. Lucke                      9
+    41422 Lucy Gomme                         18
+    41423 Annie Gomme                        14
+    41424 Edith Perks                         5
+    41425 Vivian W. Russell                   9
+    41426 Fredk. G. Perks                     7
+    41427 Frederick Cripps                   13
+    41428 M. O. Bigg-Wither                  14
+    41429 Louie Rogers                       18
+    41430 Amy King                           12
+    41431 M. F. Lankester                    11
+    41432 Daniel Bott                        12
+    41433 Edith Bott                         14
+    41434 Arthur Hughes                      11
+    41435 G. E. Hughes                        4
+    41436 Keturah Hughes                      7
+    41437 Mabel Hicks                        14
+    41438 Emily M. Noad                      15
+    41439 Annie Jewell                        9
+    41440 John St. A. Jewell                  8
+    41441 Richd. H. Vernon                   12
+    41442 Alice Shrimpton                    14
+    41443 Clara Shrimpton                    16
+    41444 Ethel Davis                         8
+    41445 Edgar S. Oakes                     12
+    41446 Mary Cheetham                      10
+    41447 Blanche Vernon                     14
+    41448 Amy Ormston                        19
+    41449 Kezia Saunders                     17
+    41450 Clara Clements                     17
+    41451 Rose F. Kempe                      15
+    41452 Violet Jewell                       6
+    41453 Alfred Harris                      12
+    41454 Madeliene Oakes                    10
+    41455 William Lane                        8
+    41456 Nellie Lane                         8
+    41457 Charlotte Westall                  12
+    41458 Henry Johnson                      10
+    41459 Robert R. Jewell                   11
+    41460 Margt. M. Fane                     13
+    41461 Elizabeth Westall                  14
+    41462 Annie Cheetham                      8
+    41463 Florrie Holford                    10
+    41464 Arthur P. Kempe                    12
+    41465 Queenie Keene                       8
+    41466 John L. Perman                     16
+    41467 Jessie Bott                        10
+    41468 Annie Westall                      18
+    41469 Frederick Clark                    16
+    41470 Reginald Vernon                    12
+    41471 Morris S. Kempe                    17
+    41472 Ada B. Clements                     7
+    41473 Jane Clements                      19
+    41474 Emily Clements                     18
+    41475 Fredk. B. Kempe                    13
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+          ----
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+          ----
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+          ----
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+          ----
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+    42143 Mary Caunin                         5
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+    42146 Elizbth. Plunkett                   6
+    42147 Ellen Binnfy                        5
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+    42182 H. McCready                         6
+    42183 Wm. McCready                        4
+          ----
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+    42248 Blanche Dawson                      9
+          ----
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+    42304 Louisa Donald                      13
+    42305 M. Paterson                        10
+    42306 Jane Clark                         11
+          ----
+    42307 Frank H. Barber                    14
+    42308 K. Bennett                         13
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+    42310 Ada A. Fletcher                     9
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+    42314 Annie Rosbottom                    12
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+    42330 Beatrice Rostron                   11
+    42331 Edith Rostron                      15
+    42332 Harry Rostron                      14
+    42333 B. Birtinshaw                       7
+    42334 F. M. Greenhalgh                    6
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+    42337 Ellen Colinson                     15
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+    42339 Prudence Corner                    12
+    42340 Lily Corner                        11
+    42341 Tily Orrell                        12
+    42342 Fred Orrell                        12
+    42343 Willie Orrell                      13
+    42344 Fred Davis                         13
+    42345 Lenard Hesketh                     13
+    42346 Harry Moors                        13
+    42347 William Tomison                    13
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+    42357 James Shaw                         13
+    42358 Fred Shaw                          14
+    42359 John Amer                          13
+    42360 John Morden                        13
+          ----
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+    42362 W. F. Mackenzie                     9
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+    42406 V. E. Wynn                         14
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+    42409 Julia Williams                     19
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+    42413 Sarah E. Bradley                    7
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+    42416 Eliza Fountain                     12
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+    42418 A. A. Hargrave                     15
+    42419 Sarah J. Geldard                    8
+    42420 Mary E. Maud                       14
+    42421 Reena A. Hirst                     12
+    42422 Sykes Hirst                        17
+    42423 Fanny Haycroft                     14
+    42424 Mary H. Fox                        14
+    42425 Alice Shaw                         10
+    42426 George Simpson                      8
+    42427 Eva Bradley                         6
+    42428 Willie Craven                      12
+    42429 Edith Windle                        7
+    42430 Lucy Fox                            9
+    42431 Oscar Craven                        7
+    42432 John E. Bradley                     8
+    42433 Ainee Hargrave                     10
+    42434 James Whiteoak                     11
+    42435 Geo. Mainprize                     12
+          ----
+    42436 Mabel H. Plant                     10
+    42437 Lucy J. Clarke                     12
+    42438 Laura M. Lloyd                     12
+    42439 ERNEST BREARLEY, Bedford           14
+    42440 George Gowing                      15
+    42441 Arthur Swinton                     15
+    42442 Sidney Mence                       14
+    42443 Bertie Mannell                     13
+    42444 A. Leadbeater                      14
+    42445 Percy Talbot                       13
+    42446 Hettie Henville                    14
+    42447 Fred Ellis                         15
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+    42458 Willie Whitlock                    10
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+    42464 Annie Kelley                       13
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+    42467 George Sheffield                   15
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+    42470 Herbert Russell                    17
+    42471 L. Short                           15
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+    42474 J. Lloyd                           16
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+    42476 W. Brien                           11
+    42477 Thomas Sheffield                   13
+    42478 John Everard                       15
+    42479 Hugh Watson                        11
+    42480 Willie Homes                        9
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+    42483 Osborne Parr                       13
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+    42485 A. S. Soung                        16
+    42486 George C. Brand                    16
+    42487 Emma Bell                          12
+    42488 Graham Gosling                     13
+    42489 ELIZ. HARKER, Chesterfield         18
+    42490 C. M. Parker                       18
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+    42494 Helena Hayman                      14
+    42495 Edith Platt                        14
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+    42497 Arthur J. Benson                    7
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+    42500 Alfred J. Harker                    8
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+    42502 B. Sampson                         11
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+    42507 E. R. Caparn                       11
+    42508 A. S. Caparn                       13
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+    42511 Florrie A. Whiles                  13
+    42512 Kate M. Whiles                     15
+    42513 A. O. Harrison                      8
+    42514 Rowland Smith                      11
+    42515 Ethel Bright                       12
+    42516 Arthur A. Smith                    14
+    42517 Dora Greaves                       14
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+    42523 Elizabeth Oliver                   13
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+    42527 E. Hollingworth                    15
+    42528 Edith Walker                       11
+    42529 E. P. Huggins                      16
+    42530 F. J. Wheatcroft                   13
+    42531 Ernest A. King                      9
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+    42535 Annie E. Fox                       16
+    42536 E. M. Knowles                      19
+    42537 L. Woodward                        16
+    42538 A. M. Webster                       6
+    42539 Mary Harker                        16
+    42540 HERBT. R. HEYHOE, Swaffham         12
+    42541 Grace E. Heyh                      14
+    42542 H. Heyhoe                          12
+    42543 Harry Ward                          8
+    42544 Sarah J. Wilson                    13
+    42545 H. E. Warnes                        7
+    42546 Gertrude Warnes                    10
+    42547 H. Thurgood                        11
+    42548 Bathsheba Scarf                    15
+    42549 E. Spencer                          9
+    42550 Horace Smith                       10
+    42551 Stanley Smith                       8
+    42552 Sydney Smith                        9
+    42553 Robert Smith                       13
+    42554 Ernest Rolfe                       10
+    42555 William Rolfe                      13
+    42556 John Rose                          10
+    42557 Amy Pheasant                       16
+    42558 Ethel Pheasant                     14
+    42559 Ernest Pheasant                    11
+    42560 Ernest Powley                      14
+    42561 Ada Payne                          12
+    42562 Guy Matthews                        9
+    42563 Lilian Nuthall                      9
+    42564 Ernest Nuthall                     13
+    42565 Fredk. Johnson                     13
+    42566 Edgar C. Johnson                   11
+    42567 Willie Johnson                      7
+    42568 Frances Kew                        14
+    42569 Charles Kew                        12
+    42570 Posseen Hill                       16
+    42571 Edmund Green                       12
+    42572 Chas. Durrant                      10
+    42573 John Cross                         13
+    42574 Herbert Cross                      11
+    42575 Walter Clark                       16
+    42576 Ernest Copland                     13
+    42577 Emily Cooke                        14
+    42578 Ernest Carter                      12
+    42579 Edgar Carter                       12
+    42580 Emma Burton                        18
+    42581 T. Bunting                          8
+    42582 Olive Blomfield                    16
+    42583 G. Blomfield                       13
+    42584 Fredk. Alpe                        11
+    42585 R. E. Alpe                         13
+    42586 Ernest Alpe                         9
+    42587 Horace Alpe                         6
+    42588 Harry Alpe                         12
+    42589 Alice M. Alpe                      13
+          ----
+    42590 Alice Grieve                       10
+    42591 Janet Bell                         10
+    42592 Cath. Redshaw                      11
+    42593 Elizabeth Cook                      9
+    42594 H. W. Turner                        9
+    42595 Robert Ainslie                     13
+    42596 Agnes Ainslie                      17
+    42597 John Shiel                         12
+    42598 Clara Peden                        10
+    42599 John Elliot                         9
+    42600 Janet Renwick                      12
+    42601 Mary Renwick                       10
+    42602 Agnes Elliot                       11
+    42603 James Ridshaw                       9
+    42604 Jane Wilson                        12
+    42605 Jessie Hall                         9
+    42606 A. M. MacLeod                      19
+    42607 Elsie F. Boulton                   12
+    42608 Henrietta L. May                   14
+    42609 Marion Hill                        13
+    42610 Ada Fish                           14
+    42611 M. E. van Gelder                   13
+    42612 Annie I. Boydell                   10
+    42613 Isabel Hill                        14
+    42614 Mary L. Jones                      14
+    42615 A. E. B. Jones                     13
+    42616 W. L. Darbyshire                    7
+    42617 C. A. Darbyshire                   13
+    42618 L. M. Darbyshire                   12
+    42619 Henry C. Harris                     6
+    42620 A. M. Twining                       7
+    42621 EDITH SEALY, Weybridge             13
+    42622 Rachel E. Spyers                   14
+    42623 Annie Wilson                       13
+    42624 Tiny Garvice                        8
+    42625 Edith Sherwood                     19
+    42626 Wm. Gammon                         12
+    42627 Nellie Atherstone                  14
+    42628 Percy Rose                         18
+    42629 Florie Armstrong                   10
+    42630 G. Waters                          13
+    42631 Alice Castle                       14
+    42632 Montie Castle                       9
+    42633 Maud Castle                        11
+    42634 Bessie Era                         16
+    42635 E. Thomas                          16
+    42636 Henry Laity                         4
+    42637 John Beckerleg                      7
+    42638 E. A. Boase                        16
+    42639 John Angove                        10
+    42640 Abigail Jago                        8
+    42641 H. Short                            8
+    42642 Elizabeth Beare                     9
+    42643 Bessie Botterill                   17
+    42644 Adela Sealy                        10
+    42645 Minnie Groves                      20
+    42646 Janie Jeffery                      13
+    42647 Amy Castle                         17
+    42648 Susan Light                        10
+    42649 Joseph Light                       11
+    42650 George Smith                       10
+    42651 W. H. Spyers                       13
+    42652 Ellie Marks                         9
+    42653 Maude Sealy                        16
+
+
+
+
+TRUE STORIES ABOUT PETS, ANECDOTES, &c.
+
+QUEER DOINGS OF A HEN.
+
+
+DEAR MR. EDITOR,--I am writing to tell you of a hen who had a good
+memory. She had some ducks' eggs put under her, which she sat on and
+hatched; she was very proud of her brood, and accordingly she took them
+out into the yard. In the yard was a pond, which the young ducks
+immediately ran to, and in they went. She was in a great fright, and
+flew from the shore to an island there was in the middle of the pond
+incessantly, and ran round and round, and called them, but in vain.
+After a time they came out of the pond, and she brought them up quite
+safely.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Again she was set on duck's eggs, and again they went into the pond and
+put her in a terrible fright. These she reared as before. After this she
+was set upon hen's eggs, and she hatched them all. Then she took the
+chickens into the yard, expecting them to go into the pond as the
+ducklings had; but they would not go near. So she called to them, and
+flew backwards and forwards from the island; and when they would not go
+in she actually took each one and tipped it over into the water! Thus
+she drowned all her brood--a very queer thing for a hen to do.
+
+FLORENCE J. MEDDLYCOT.
+(Aged 12-3/4.)
+
+_Hill Vicarage, Falfield, R. S. O., Gloucestershire._
+
+
+A STRANGE NURSLING.
+
+DEAR MR. EDITOR,--A friend of mine many years ago was walking with her
+brothers and sisters, when she found a young rabbit which had been
+slightly hurt. She picked it up and resolved to take it home and keep
+it. But now the question arose, How was she to feed it? Suddenly a
+bright idea seized her. The cat at home had lately had kittens, and some
+of them being drowned, she (the girl) determined to put the rabbit with
+the survivors. She did so, and to her delight the cat brought it up as
+one of her own.
+
+SIDNEY H. DUXBURY.
+(Aged 13-3/4.)
+
+_Locksley, Southborne-on-Sea, near Christchurch, Hants._
+
+
+WHO HID THE BRUSHES?
+
+DEAR MR. EDITOR,--My mother had a horse which she used to drive called
+"Jacky," who disliked being groomed. The stable-men kept their brushes
+in a little cupboard near his stall; but sometimes when they came to
+groom him they could not find them. So one day they watched him, and saw
+him slip his halter and go to the cupboard and knock with his nose until
+he got it open. Then he took out the brushes and hid them under his
+straw!
+
+ADELAIDE BENTINCK.
+(Aged 11.)
+
+_Froyle House, Alton, Hants._
+
+
+A CURIOUS FRIENDSHIP.
+
+DEAR MR. EDITOR,--Last year, when we were staying at Amiens, I was very
+much struck by a great friendship between a duck and a heron, both of
+which were in the hotel garden. The heron looked very ill and weak, and
+used to remain in the same spot for a long time, standing first on one
+leg and then the other, the duck lying a little distance off. When the
+heron wished to walk about it gave a feeble croak, and the duck would
+immediately join it, and the two commenced walking round the garden.
+When the heron was tired, it gave another croak, and the two companions
+stopped their walk. The only time that the duck left the heron entirely
+was for its meals, as the two birds were fed at different times. The
+heron had a great aversion to rain, and at the least drop would shiver,
+and shake its feathers. So, when it began to rain, the duck hurried its
+companion on until they reached the little shed where they slept.
+Sometimes the heron would begin walking without giving its croak for the
+duck to accompany it. This annoyed the duck dreadfully, and it used to
+waddle after the heron, quacking very angrily. If the heron appeared
+more unwell than usual, the duck redoubled its attention. It was most
+curious and interesting to watch them.
+
+MURIEL NASH.
+(Aged 14-1/4.)
+
+_Tudor House, Belvedere Road, Upper Norwood, S. E._
+
+NOTE.--Each Story, Anecdote, &c., when sent to the Editor, must be
+certified by a Parent, Teacher, or other responsible person, as being
+both _True and Original_.
+
+
+
+
+OUR LITTLE FOLKS' OWN CORNER.
+
+ANSWER TO "PICTURE STORY WANTING WORDS" (Vol. XIX., _p. 320_).
+
+SECOND PRIZE ANSWER.
+
+
+Little Freddie Mayton's father lived in America, but Freddie did not
+live with him, for he was very delicate, and his father's home was among
+the rice plantations, and it was not at all healthy; so Freddie went
+away and lived with his mother, about seven miles from his father.
+
+Not being very strong he was allowed to run about as he liked, and he
+got fond of the negro servants who worked about his home, but one
+especially, whom he called "Uncle Sam."
+
+Uncle Sam was a powerful-looking old man, but he was now getting past
+work, and he could not get his liberty, so he was obliged to work on.
+
+He was as fond of Freddie as Freddie was of him, and he was always ready
+to do anything for the little boy, from carrying him on his back (for
+Freddie was only six years old) to picking oranges for him to eat as he
+sat on the grass beneath the cool shade of a tree. Freddie's seventh
+birthday had come round, and his father had sent him a kind little
+letter saying that if he wanted almost anything he could get him he
+should have it.
+
+Freddie was delighted, and began to think what he should ask for. He had
+everything a reasonable boy could wish for. At last he thought of
+something. It was this he would ask for--Uncle Sam's freedom.
+
+He sat down at once and wrote a note to his father saying the thing he
+most wished for was Uncle Sam's freedom, and he should be very pleased
+if his father would grant it to him. Then he sealed it up, and running
+out told a servant to ride with it to his father.
+
+He did not tell Uncle Sam anything about it, for fear his father would
+not grant his request.
+
+When his birthday came, he had a present from his mother and some little
+things from nearly all the servants of the household (for they all liked
+him), but there was no letter.
+
+After breakfast, he wandered out into the garden, and walked towards
+some high ground to see whether he could see anything of a messenger.
+Yes! there sure enough was a horseman riding towards the house, and by
+the time Freddie had got to the door the man had reached it. He handed
+Freddie a letter, which he eagerly tore open.
+
+When he had read it, he ran quickly to Uncle Sam's hut, for his father
+had said that though it was rather a surprising request he would grant
+it, for Uncle Sam had served him for more than forty years.
+
+When Freddie reached the hut Uncle Sam was sitting on a stone outside
+the cottage door, smoking his pipe. Freddie leaned against his knee and
+read him the letter, and when Uncle Sam heard it he thanked his little
+benefactor so much that Freddie declared he had never enjoyed a birthday
+present so much.
+
+EDITH E. LUCY.
+(Aged 12.)
+
+_Thornleigh, 50, Woodstock Road, Oxford._
+
+Certified by ALICE LUCY (Mother).
+
+
+LIST OF HONOUR.
+
+_First Prize (Divided):--Half-Guinea Book, with Officer's Medal of the
+"Little Folks" Legion of Honour, to_ C. MAUDE BATTERSBY (15), Cromlyn,
+Rathowen, Co. West Meath, Ireland; _and Half-Guinea Book with Officer's
+Medal to_ MARY JOHNSON (15-3/4), Boldmere Road, Chester Road, near
+Birmingham. _Second Prize (Seven-Shilling-and-Sixpenny Book), with
+Officer's Medal_:--EDITH E. LUCY (12), Thornleigh, 50, Woodstock Road,
+Oxford. _Honourable Mention, with Member's Medal_:--KATE S. WILLIAMS
+(15), 96, Oakfield Road, Penge; GERTRUDE E. BUTLER (12-1/2), 34, Lorne
+Street, Fairfield, Liverpool; LOUIE W. SMITH (15), 11, Woodstock
+Terrace, Glasgow; MARGARET SIMPSON (12), Elmhurst, near Garstang, N.
+Lancashire; MARY WELSH (14), 1, Barton Terrace, Dawlish; Winifred L.
+Coventry (11-3/4), Severn Stoke Rectory, near Worcester; KATE CHANDLER
+(14), 1, The Terrace, Champion Hill; WILLIAM R. BURNETT (15), Scotby
+Vicarage, Carlisle.
+
+
+
+
+ANSWERS TO OUR LITTLE FOLKS' OWN PUZZLES (_Vol. XIX., page 377_).
+
+METAGRAMS.
+
+1. Pin. Tin. Gin. Fin. Bin. Sin.
+
+2. Red. Bed. Wed. Fed. Led.
+
+
+MENTAL HISTORICAL SCENE.
+
+Iphigenia, daughter of Agamemnon, King of Argos, in Greece.
+
+
+WHEEL PUZZLE.--LINCOLN.
+
+1. L ion. 2. I ron. 3. N oon. 4. C hin. 5. O wen. 6. L ean. 7. N oun.
+
+
+MISSING LETTER PUZZLE.
+
+"Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
+'Life is but an empty dream!'
+For the soul is dead that slumbers,
+And things are not what they seem."
+
+LONGFELLOW, _A Psalm of Life_.
+
+
+GEOGRAPHICAL DOUBLE ACROSTIC.
+
+1. C ogna C. 2. O mag H. 3. T ripol I. 4. S unda L. 5. W illemstad T. 6.
+O us E. 7. L eiceste R. 8. D evo N.
+
+
+HIDDEN PROVERB.
+
+"The least said, the soonest mended."
+
+
+DIAMOND PUZZLE.--LIVERPOOL.
+
+1. L. 2. T I n. 3. Da V id. 4. App E ars. 5. LIVERPOOL. 6. Tem P lar. 7.
+Sc O ne. 8. D O g. 9. L.
+
+
+DOUBLETS.
+
+1. Book, boot, blot, plot, plat. 2. Fire, fare, care, cart, cast. 3.
+Tub, tun, tan, pan. 4. Fare, fame, lame, lamp. 5. Bad, bid, bin, fin. 6.
+Soap, soar, sour, four, foul, foal.
+
+
+A BIRD VIGNETTE.
+
+Head of a Rook.
+
+
+
+
+Our Music Page.
+
+_Three Little Squirrels._
+
+_Humorously_. quarter note = 100. _Words and Music by_ CHARLES BASSETT.
+
+1. Oh! three little squirrels lived in a big wood--Three naughty
+young fellows, who called themselves good, And thought it not wrong to
+play all day long, Instead of hunting for food. Their father and
+mother worked hard ev'ry day, Providing for winter--while they were
+at play--With care add-ing more each day to the store Of acorns and
+nuts hid away.
+
+2. One day they were merry as merry could be, No time then for work
+had these idle young three; So, wanting a meal, they thought they
+would steal The nuts stored up in the tree. When laden and weary at
+setting of sun, Their father came home and saw what they had done, He
+scolded them roundly, and whipp'd them all soundly, And soon put an end
+to their fun.
+
+3. The winter came quickly, and made them feel sad, For sometimes
+there scarce was a meal to be had; Then vowed they no more to steal from
+the store, But hard to work would be glad. So let me this piece of
+advice give to you, "Don't steal from the cupboard or that you'll soon
+rue; Waste not, for 'tis wrong, and want brings ere long: You can't
+_eat_ and _have_ your cake too!"
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+OUR LITTLE FOLKS' OWN PUZZLES.
+
+RIDDLE-ME-REE.
+
+My first is in vase, but not in glass.
+My second is in iron, but not in brass.
+My third is in goodness, but not in sin.
+My fourth is in coal, but not in tin.
+My fifth is in sleet, but not in snow.
+My sixth is in hit, but not in blow.
+My whole is a flower that most people know.
+
+GERTIE HEAVER.
+(Aged 13.)
+
+_164, Dereham Road, Norwich._
+
+
+SINGLE ACROSTIC.
+
+The initials form the name of a man or boy.
+
+1. A girl's name.
+2. A lair.
+3. That which fishes live in.
+4. Part of the body.
+5. A contest.
+6. A water bird.
+
+M. E. DANSEY.
+(Aged 9-3/4.)
+
+_Ampney Park, Cirencester._
+
+[Illustration: POETICAL REBUS.
+
+The Answer is a verse from a well-known Poem.]
+
+
+TRANSPOSED LETTER PUZZLE.
+
+Place these letters aright, and you will see three proverbs come to
+view.
+
+1. Aadegghiillllnoorssttttt.
+
+2. Aaadeefhiillllprvw.
+
+3. Aaadddeeehhhimmnnooosssstt.
+
+MILSON R. RHODES.
+(Aged 12-3/4.)
+
+_Crefeld Villa, Withington, near Manchester._
+
+
+HIDDEN PROVERB.
+
+I have lost every one of my shells.
+That cloud prophesies a storm.
+He has just received your note.
+George, let us go for a walk.
+James has given me a silver pencil.
+I have torn the lining of my coat.
+
+EDWIN POTTER.
+(Aged 10-1/2)
+
+_Price Street, York._
+
+
+ARITHMOREM.
+
+57 + EGNOSNT = an explorer.
+
+150 + 50 + PAEA = a mathematician.
+
+    1051 + ONT = a poet.
+
+    1101 + AREA = a continent.
+
+    1100 + NAUNHUS = a composer.
+
+550 + NOON = a city.
+
+ALICE MOSSMAN.
+(Aged 13.)
+
+_Daisy Hilly Bradford, Yorks._
+
+
+DOUBLE ACROSTIC.
+
+The second letter of each word, and the last letter but one of each
+word, read downwards form the names of two fishes.
+
+1. Asserts.
+
+2. An exclamation.
+
+3. A vehicle.
+
+4. Oxen.
+
+5. Something that points.
+
+6. To stick.
+
+7. To handle.
+
+8. One of the parts of speech.
+
+BESSIE NICHOLSON.
+(Aged 10-1/4.)
+
+_202, Evering Road, U. Clapton._
+
+
+MISSING LETTER PUZZLE.
+
+A verse by Coleridge.
+
+I x e x r x h x e x n x i x n x m x r x n x r!
+
+x f x a x t x y x k x n x y x a x d!
+
+x n x t x o x a x t x o x g x n x l x n x a x d x r x w x,
+
+a x i x t x e x i x b x d x e x s x n x.
+
+CHRISTABEL G. MARSHALL.
+(Aged 12-1/4).
+
+_10, Worcester Terrace, Clifton._
+
+
+SQUARE WORD.
+
+1. A girl's name.
+
+2. An open space.
+
+3. The back part.
+
+4. Spun wool.
+
+LILY WALPOLE.
+(Aged 13-1/2.)
+
+_James Road, Stornoway, N.B._
+
+
+PRIZE PUZZLE COMPETITION.
+
+During the next six months we propose to make a variation in our Prize
+Competitions which will, we think, prove an additional attraction to our
+readers both at home and abroad. In the place of Two Quarterly
+Competitions there will be Three Competitions, each extending over two
+months, as below:--
+
+     I. THE SUMMER COMPETITION, consisting of Puzzles appearing in the
+     present (July) and the August Numbers.
+
+     II. THE HOME AND FOREIGN COMPETITION, specially introduced for the
+     purpose of giving readers residing abroad an opportunity of
+     competing on favourable terms. Particulars of this will appear in
+     the September Number.
+
+     III. THE WINTER COMPETITION, consisting of Puzzles appearing in the
+     November and December Parts.
+
+PRIZES.
+
+     I. In the SUMMER COMPETITION there will be a First Prize of a
+     Guinea Volume; a Second Prize of a Half-Guinea Volume; a Third
+     Prize of a Five-Shilling Volume, awarded in EACH DIVISION, viz.,
+     the SENIOR DIVISION for girls and boys between the ages of 14 and
+     16 (_inclusive_), and the JUNIOR DIVISION for those _under_ 14
+     years of age. There will also be awards of Bronze Medals, of the
+     LITTLE FOLKS Legion of Honour to the three next highest of the
+     Competitors following the Prize-winners in _each_ Division.
+
+     II. In the HOME AND FOREIGN COMPETITION Special and Additional
+     Prizes will be offered, of which full particulars will be given in
+     the September Number.
+
+     III. A List of Prizes in the WINTER COMPETITION will appear in the
+     November and December Numbers.
+
+REGULATIONS.
+
+Solutions of the Puzzles published in this number must reach the Editor
+not later than July 8th (July 12th for Competitors residing abroad),
+addressed as under:--
+
+_The Editor of "Little Folks,"
+La Belle Sauvage Yard,
+Ludgate Hill,
+London, E. C._
+
+_Answers to Puzzles.
+Junior [or Senior] Division._
+
+Solutions to Puzzles must be accompanied by certificates from a Parent,
+Teacher, or other responsible person, stating that they _are the sole
+and unaided work_ of the competitor. No assistance must be given by any
+other person.
+
+Competitors can be credited only under their own name.
+
+The decision of the Editor of LITTLE FOLKS on all matters must be
+considered final.
+
+The names and addresses of Prize and Medal winners will be duly
+published in LITTLE FOLKS.
+
+
+GAME PUZZLE FOR JULY.
+
+Our Game Puzzle for this month will be in the form of a little story.
+Four children were one bright summer afternoon standing together in an
+old-fashioned garden. There was Millicent, aged fourteen, upon whom sat
+a weight of care, for it was her task to look after and amuse the other
+three, viz., her two brothers Harry and Arthur, aged ten and eight
+respectively, and little Beatrice, aged five. The children seemed
+altogether out of sorts, they were cross, petulant, teasing, and would
+settle to nothing. At last Milly thought of the toys indoors, and said,
+"Now we will go and have a good game in the nursery."
+
+"No," said Bee, stoutly, "me don't want to do and play wiz dolly to-day.
+I 'ike ze darden best."
+
+In this fashion answered the others.
+
+Then, said Milly, an idea dawning on her, "shall we try a new game out
+of doors?"
+
+"A new game out of doors--just the thing," the boys chimed in.
+
+"Let us all stand," said Milly, "together by this bower, and in turn
+think of some flower. I will begin, and so show you the way. I think of
+a polyanthus, and I say, 'Who will first touch a poly?' Then I count
+three, and if any of you can guess the word during that time we shall
+all start together for the nearest polyanthus, and when we reach it
+call 'polyanthus.' Who reaches the flower first scores a mark. Do you
+understand?"
+
+Yes, they all thought that would do, and so they tried it quite
+successfully. Such shouts of "Fuchsia," "Dahlia," "Geranium,"
+"Snapdragon," &c. &c.; but when it came to Beatrice's turn they thought
+she wasn't old enough to think of a flower on her own account, and so
+suggested all kinds of words.
+
+"No, me tell one myself," she said, and then grandly pronounced "Wo."
+
+"What's that?" they all exclaimed, and whilst Bee counted three they all
+puzzled to find it out.
+
+Then little Bee ran a few yards and stopped at the nearest Rose-bush.
+"Why, that's a _Rose_," said Harry.
+
+"Tourse it is, silly boy, didn't I say 'Wo?' and isn't it a 'Wosy
+Posy?'"
+
+And so they all played on, and their little faces brightened into
+smiles, and fretfulness was forgotten in a good game as it always is;
+and by tea-time they were all thoroughly tired, and ready to go indoors
+when mamma called them.
+
+There's the game, now for the Puzzle. You will find below a quantity of
+syllables in squares. Those syllables, if sorted out correctly, will
+make a certain number of wild and garden flowers, briefly described
+below, and all you have to do is to pick them out and place them in
+their proper order.
+
+SENIOR DIVISION.
+
++------+-----+-------+------+------+-----+
+| tau  |  e  |  ach  | clem |  a   | ber |
++------+-----+-------+------+------+-----+
+| mim  |  be |  y    |  im  |  a   | ris |
++------+-----+-------+------+------+-----+
+|eschs | ant |  cen  |  u   |  ge  | tis |
++------+-----+-------+------+------+-----+
+|  i   | val |  ir   |  an  | rhi  | pol |
++------+-----+-------+------+------+-----+
+| zi   | ra  | cholt |  ri  | thus | num |
++------+-----+-------+------+------+-----+
+| nes  | tum |  an   |  a   | lus  | ry  |
++------+-----+-------+------+------+-----+
+
+The following flowers can be made from the above syllables:--1. A small
+pink wild flower, bitter to taste, found in dry pastures--June to
+September. 2. Many flowers on one stem. 3. Its name is derived from a
+Latin word meaning mimic or ape. 4. A small but important order,
+including the poppy and many poisonous plants. 5. With open mouth behold
+this favourite flower. 6. Erect flowering-stems, found in damp
+hedgerows, moist woods, edges of streams--June to August. 7. Its name is
+derived from a word meaning sensitive to cold. 8. A beautiful purple or
+white flower, seen on the walls of many homes. 9. "A plant ever young."
+10. Touch the stamens with the point of a pin, and they all spring
+forward and touch the pistil.
+
+JUNIOR DIVISION.
+
++-----+-----+-----+------+------+------+
+| cel |  o  | cor | pim  |  e   | beg  |
++-----+-----+-----+------+------+------+
+|  a  | sue | an  |  di  | nem  | el   |
++-----+-----+-----+------+------+------+
+| di  | cam | op  | dine | an   |  y   |
++-----+-----+-----+------+------+------+
+| ag  | sis | per | pan  |  o   | cory |
++-----+-----+-----+------+------+------+
+| jas | ne  | ri  | thus |  u   | mo   |
++-----+-----+-----+------+------+------+
+|nel  | nia | tra |  la  | ny   | mine |
++-----+-----+-----+------+------+------+
+
+The following flowers can be made from the above syllables:--1. A pretty
+yellow flower, found in damp fields, meadows, and brooks. 2. A white or
+yellow flower found on houses. 3. A pretty little yellow flower, on high
+flowering-stems, sweet in scent. 4. A "divine" flower. 5.
+Bell-shaped--blue, purple, or white. 6. Purple, red, and yellow,
+sometimes white. The fruit is a pod containing many seeds. 7. Sometimes
+eaten as salads, the leaves and stems being flavoured with oxalic acid.
+8. Named from the resemblance of its seed to a small beetle. 9. A
+beautiful little crimson flower, covering the fields in summer. 10. A
+beautiful white spring flower, found in copses and hedgerows. 11. A
+beautiful pale blue flower, found especially on sand or chalk.
+
+The flowers must be named in the order given in the two lists.
+
+ANSWER TO PUZZLE NO. 17.
+
+SENIOR DIVISION.
+
+1. Christopher Sly. 2. Carolina Skeggs, Wilhemina. 3. Shallow, 4. Rene
+5. Prester John. 6. Nahum Tate. 7. St. Loy. 8. Petronel Flash.
+
+     CLASS I.--Consisting of those who have gained eight marks:--F. G.
+     Callcott.
+
+     CLASS II.--Consisting of those who have gained seven marks or
+     less:--M. Bradbury, N. Besley, C. Burne, H. Blunt, A. Bradbury, G.
+     Clayton, J. Cooper, M. Cooper, H. Coombes, Ellen Corke, A.
+     Chappell, G. Dundas, E. B. Forman. C. Gilbert, E. Griffiths, H.
+     Gill, A. Garnham, M. Heddle, C. Hart, D. von Hacht, E. Hobson, H.
+     Leake, B. Law, E. Lloyd, A. M. Lynch, H. Leah, J. Lewenz, C. Morin,
+     M. More, C. Mather, E. Maynard, E. McCaul, E. Prate, M.
+     Addison-Scott, K. Stanton, A. Solomon, M. Somerville. M. Trollope,
+     Una Tracy, B. Tomlinson, Harold Watson, W. Wilson, E. Woolf, E.
+     Wedgewood, K. Williams, A. Wilson.
+
+JUNIOR DIVISION.
+
+1. Sir Torre. 2. Pip. 3. Humphrey Clinker. 4. Zem. 5. Bore. 6. Caesar. 7.
+Troilus. 8. Duergar.
+
+     CLASS I.--Eight marks:--D. Blunt, M. McCalman Turpie.
+
+     CLASS II.--Consisting of those who have gained seven marks or
+     less:--A. Allsebrook, R. G. Bell, E. E. Borchard, L. Besley, C.
+     Burne, E. Blackbourne, E. Burdett, F. Boreham, E. Brake, F. Burne,
+     L. Biddle, F. Cooper, M. Cooper, A. Coombs, C. Crawford, E.
+     Coombes, M. Callcott, E. Carrington, F. Clayton, H. Chappell, J.
+     Chapman, S. Coventry, V. Coombes, C. D'Almeida, R. Dutton, E.
+     Elston, E. Evans, C. Fullford, M. Foreman, M. Frisby, L. Forrest,
+     A. Gilbert, L. Gill, G. Griffith, E. Gruning, A. Howard, F. Howard,
+     P. Hale, E. Hanlon, K. Hawkins, W. Hobson, W. Johnson, A. Kino, A.
+     King, A. McKelly, A. Leah, K. Lynch, J. Laneum, W. Lewenz, E.
+     Morgan, H. Mayer, J. Moore, M. Meredith, G. Morris, C. Moody, N.
+     Maxwell, F. Medlycott, E. Nicholson, G. Neame, E. Neame, F. Newman,
+     E. Quilter, S. Rolfe, M. Crompton-Roberts, E. Stanton, K. Simson,
+     L. Stibbs, E. Stanley, G. Stallybrass, H. M. Smith, M. Wood-Smith,
+     F. Todd, M. Wiper, K. Wedgwood, F. Woolf, L. Walpole, W. Wigram, J.
+     Williamson.
+
+     _Note._--The following Competitors were credited in our Register
+     with Solutions to Puzzle No. 16, but by an oversight their names
+     were omitted from the list published in the May Number:--SENIORS.
+     W. Besley, H. Cornfield, G. H. Dundas, E. M. G. Gill, C. G. Hill,
+     H. Leah, C. J. Mather, C. G. Rees, H. R. Stanton, M. C. Welland, B.
+     Wright, E. L. Wilkinson, E. H. Wilkinson. JUNIORS. E. Elston, L. L.
+     Gill, W. Goligher, M. A. Howard, F. S. Howard, M. Jenkins, A. Leah,
+     F. J. Medleycott, E. L. Metcalf, H. J. Nix, E. A. Neame, G. Price,
+     C. Roberts, E. Stanton, M. W. Smith, M. C. Tonge, M. Turpie (K.
+     Lynch should have been in Class I. instead of Class II.)
+
+
+The "Little Folks" Special Prize Competitions for 1884.
+
+The following is a Complete List of the SEVEN SPECIAL COMPETITIONS for
+the present year in which--with the view of giving younger readers the
+same opportunities of success as older ones--there are Senior Divisions
+for those of the age of _Fourteen_ and _under Seventeen_, and Junior
+Divisions for those _under Fourteen_:--
+
+     No. I.--PLAIN NEEDLEWORK, as shown in Night-dresses and Cotton and
+     Print Frocks for Children and Infants in Hospitals.
+
+     [N. B.--In this Competition machine sewing is not allowed, and no
+     article is to be washed.]
+
+     No. II.--ILLUMINATED TEXTS, suitable for hanging in the wards of
+     Children's Hospitals and kindred Institutions.
+
+     [N. B.--The Texts are to be limited to from three to nine words.
+     The _designs_ are not to be _necessarily_ original, but _printed
+     outlines_ will not be allowable.]
+
+     No. III.--SINGLE DOLLS IN COSTUME.--Historical, Military, Naval,
+     representing Nationalities, &c.
+
+     [N. B.--The clothes should be made to take off and put on.]
+
+     No. IV.--SCRAP-ALBUMS.
+
+     [In this Competition the Albums may include not only ordinary
+     Scraps and Coloured and Plain Pictures, but also Pressed Flowers,
+     Ferns, Seaweed, Christmas, New Year, Easter, and Birthday Cards,
+     &c. &c. The Albums themselves may either be bought or made by the
+     Competitors.]
+
+     No. V.--SINGLE DOLLS (including BABY DOLLS), in Ordinary Clothes.
+
+     [N. B.--The clothes should be made to take off and put on.]
+
+     No. VI.--TOYS, MADE OF ANY MATERIAL, AND WOOL PLAYTHINGS as shown
+     in Wool Balls, Knitted and Crocheted Reins, &c. &c.
+
+In _each_ of these Six Competitions (I. to VI.) Two Prizes in Books of
+the respective values of TWO GUINEAS and ONE GUINEA will be awarded in
+the Senior Division, and Two Prizes of the respective values of ONE
+GUINEA and HALF A GUINEA will also be awarded in the Junior Division;
+making in all Four Prizes in _each_ Competition of the value of FOUR AND
+A HALF GUINEAS.
+
+     No. VII.--THE "LITTLE FOLKS" SPECIAL ILLUSTRATED STORY COMPETITION
+     FOR 1884.
+
+     [In this Competition (No. VII.) Prizes in Books and Medals of
+     _exactly the same value and number_ are offered _in each Division_
+     to those who shall send in the BEST ORIGINAL ILLUSTRATED STORIES,
+     account being also taken of the neatness of the writing and the
+     arrangement of the Pictures. The following is the list (_in each
+     Division_):--A FIRST PRIZE OF ONE GUINEA AND A HALF in Books for
+     the BEST STORY; a SECOND PRIZE OF ONE GUINEA in Books for the
+     SECOND BEST STORY; a THIRD PRIZE OF HALF A GUINEA in Books for the
+     THIRD BEST STORY; and TWELVE PRIZES OF HALF-CROWN BOOKS to the NEXT
+     TWELVE BEST of the Competitors following the winner of the Third
+     Prize; thus making in all, in the Two Divisions, THIRTY PRIZES.
+     Further particulars and the Regulations were given in the January,
+     1884, Number of LITTLE FOLKS.]
+
+All Prize-winners in the SEVEN COMPETITIONS will receive Bronze Medals
+constituting them Officers of the LITTLE FOLKS Legion of Honour; and in
+addition to the Prizes and Medals offered, some of the most deserving
+Competitors will be included in a Special List of Honour, and will be
+awarded Members' Medals of the Legion. All readers of LITTLE FOLKS (if
+within the stipulated ages), whether Girls or Boys, may compete in _any
+or all_ of the above Competitions, and the Regulations (which were given
+in full in the January Number) are, briefly, as follow:--
+
+     All work of every kind (including, of course, the Stories) to be
+     certified by a Parent, Magistrate, Minister of Religion, Teacher,
+     or other person in a responsible position, as the sender's _own
+     unaided_ work. In the case of the Stories (for Competition VII.) a
+     Certificate must be given that they are _original_; and the printed
+     conditions must be strictly observed. The age of _every_ Competitor
+     must also be attested.--All work to be carefully marked with the
+     Competitor's name, age, and full address, and to be sent,
+     accompanied by the Certificate, carefully packed and _carriage
+     paid_, addressed to "The Editor of LITTLE FOLKS, La Belle Sauvage
+     Yard, Ludgate Hill, London, E.C."--All the Competitions will
+     _finally close_ on SATURDAY, THE 30TH OF SEPTEMBER, 1884.
+
+The whole of the work of every kind in the SEVEN COMPETITIONS will be
+distributed among the little inmates of the principal CHILDREN'S
+HOSPITALS and KINDRED INSTITUTIONS throughout the United Kingdom.
+
+The foregoing are in addition to the regular "Picture Page" and Puzzle
+Competitions, &c. (see pages 61 and 64).
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: QUESTIONS AND ANSWERS.]
+
+QUESTIONS AND ANSWERS.
+
+
+[_The Editor requests that all inquiries and replies intended for
+insertion in LITTLE FOLKS should have the words "Questions and Answers"
+written on the left-hand top corners of the envelopes containing them.
+Only those which the Editor considers suitable and of general interest
+to his readers will be printed._]
+
+
+PRIZE COMPETITIONS, &c.
+
+A FOREIGN COMPETITOR.--[An announcement of a Prize Puzzle Competition,
+in addition to a "Picture Page Wanting Words" Competition, in both of
+which Extra Prizes will be given, and much longer time than usual
+allowed for sending in Answers, will appear in the September number of
+LITTLE FOLKS. These two Competitions have been arranged, in response to
+repeated requests, in order that Competitors residing on the Continent,
+and in the United States, Canada, &c., (in addition to those living in
+Great Britain), may take part in them in much greater numbers than they
+are generally able to do.--ED.]
+
+
+LITERATURE.
+
+A CROCODILE writes in answer to MARY HODGE, that the line--
+
+"When Greeks joined Greeks, then was the tug of war,"
+
+was written by Nathaniel Lee, and is to be found in his tragedy of
+_Alexander the Great_, act iv., scene 2. Answers also received from
+KITT, THISTLE, CHLOE, A YOUNG FIDDLER, and POP-A-TOP.
+
+FLURUMPUS FLUMP asks in what poem
+
+"A boy's will is the wind's will"
+
+is to be found, and what is the first verse.
+
+
+COOKERY.
+
+ARIEL writes, in reply to PRINCESS IDA, that the way to make jumbles is
+to rasp on some good sugar the rinds of two lemons; dry, reduce it to
+powder, and sift it with as much more as will make up a pound in weight;
+mix with it one pound of flour, four well-beaten eggs, and six ounces of
+warm butter; drop the mixture on buttered tins, and bake the jumbles in
+a very slow oven from twenty to thirty minutes. They should be pale, but
+perfectly crisp. Answer also received from NORA F.
+
+MAID OF ATHENS wishes to have a recipe for oat-cakes.
+
+PEPPER AND BLOSSOM would like to know how to make cocoa-nut ice.
+
+
+GENERAL.
+
+WHITE ANEMONE writes, in answer to BLUEBELL, who wishes to know when and
+by whom organs were invented: "Jubal is mentioned in Gen. iv. 21, as
+'the father of all such as handle the harp and organ;' but neither the
+century of its invention nor the name of the inventor can be given. Hero
+and Vitruvius speak of a water-organ, invented or made by Ctesibius, of
+Alexandria, about 180 or 200 B.C., so that it may be inferred that other
+kinds of organs were then in existence. Aldhelm, an Anglo-Saxon writer,
+mentions that organs were used in England at the end of the seventh and
+the beginning of the eighth century. The Byzantine emperor, Constantine
+VI., sent an organ to Pepin, the father of Charlemagne, about the year
+757. In 812, Charlemagne had another one built in the same way. This is
+related by Eginhard, who was Charlemagne's secretary. In 880, Pope John
+VIII. had an organ from Germany, and an expert player was sent with it.
+It is supposed that this organ was the first ever used in Rome. Of the
+quality of these early organs little is known."--Answers also received
+from F. CROPPER, GAMBA, CHERUB, and CLAUDIA.
+
+THE DUKE OF OMNIUM writes, in answer to SISTER SNOUT, that a window-box
+may be very prettily arranged with nasturtiums (climbing ones) at each
+corner, and _Lobelia speciosa_. Mignonette would make a border, or
+violets and sweet alyssum placed alternately. Red geraniums should be
+placed behind the smaller plants, and thus a very pretty box may be made
+with good, hardy plants.--Answers also received from IOLANTHE, CHERUB,
+H. B. BODINGTON, DEAR DUMPS, and CUPID.
+
+THE BLACK PRINCE wishes to have directions for making a cardboard model.
+[An article on this subject appeared in LITTLE FOLKS, Vol. XVII., page
+205.--ED.]
+
+M. H. S. would be glad to know if maidenhair ferns need much water, and
+how often they ought to be watered.
+
+THE DUKE OF OMNIUM writes, in answer to QUEEN MAB, that if her myrtle
+suffers from scale, the following is an excellent cure for it:--"Make
+some size or jelly glue water of moderate thickness. Dip the head of the
+plant in such water, or syringe it well all over. After this, the plant
+should be placed in a shady place for about two days, and then, after
+rubbing the dry head of the plant through your fingers so as to cause
+the insects and glue to fall off, syringe heavily with clear water at
+120 degrees."
+
+ELAINE.--[The meaning of "A E I" was given in LITTLE FOLKS, Vol. XVIII.,
+page 63.--ED.]
+
+
+NATURAL HISTORY.
+
+A GENTLEMAN OF COLOUR would be glad to know if Indian meal is good for
+rabbits. [It can be used in turn with other dry food, but is too
+fattening to suit any animals kept in confinement for a permanency,
+unless they are to be fattened up.]
+
+SNOUT and M. S. R. wish to know what is the best food for goldfinches,
+and whether hemp-seed is injurious to them.--[A very little hemp-seed
+occasionally is good, and much is very bad, for nearly all birds. The
+best food is a mixture of canary, millet, oat-grits, and rape or
+maw-seed, putting about a dozen grains of hemp-seed on the top every
+day. The bird soon learns the plan, and leaves off scattering the other
+seed to get at the hemp, as he will otherwise do.]
+
+QUEEN MAB wants to know how to tame her goldfinch. It is a last year's
+bird, and she has not had it long. It is fed on canary-seed and a little
+hemp.--[For food, see above, a little more variety being well. As to
+taming, it will soon get tame if you spend time often by it and _keep
+still_, and always feed it yourself. Some children are too impatient--to
+be _quiet_ near birds and animals is the main thing.]
+
+Picture Story Wanting Words.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+A GUINEA BOOK and an Officer's Medal of the LITTLE FOLKS Legion of
+Honour will be given for the best Story having special reference to the
+Picture below. A smaller Book and an Officer's Medal will be given, in
+addition, for the best Story (on the same subject) _relatively to the
+age of the Competitor_; so that no Competitor is too young to try for
+this second Prize. The Story must not exceed 500 words in length, and
+must be certified as the unaided work of the Competitor by a Minister,
+Teacher, Parent, or some other responsible person. All the Competitors
+must be under the age of Sixteen years. Stories from Competitors
+residing in Great Britain and Ireland must reach the Editor on or before
+the 10th of July next; in the case of Stories sent from the English
+Colonies or from Foreign Countries an extension of time to the 15th of
+July will be allowed. In addition to the Two Prizes and Officers'
+Medals, some of the most deserving Competitors will be included in a
+special List of Honour, and will be awarded Members' Medals of the
+LITTLE FOLKS Legion of Honour. The Editor particularly requests that
+each envelope which contains a Story having reference to this Picture
+should have the words "Picture Story Wanting Words" plainly written on
+the left-hand top corner of it. Competitors are referred to a notice
+respecting the Silver Medal, which was printed on page 115 of the last
+Volume.
+
+
+
+
++--------------------------------------------------------------+
+| Transcriber's Note:                                          |
+|                                                              |
+| Page 1: "would give so much to see" has been changed to      |
+| "would give so much to see."                                 |
+|                                                              |
+| Page 7: Quotation marks before: I don't think our father'd   |
+| have been removed                                            |
+|                                                              |
+| Page 18: "his subjects loved and honoured Solohim" has been  |
+| changed to "his subjects loved and honoured Solomon"         |
+|                                                              |
+| Page 31: closing quotation mark has been removed--leaving    |
+| the door open.                                               |
+|                                                              |
+| Page 32: closing quotation mark has been removed--admire me  |
+| for my strength.                                             |
+|                                                              |
+| Page 55: "The number of Officers" has been changed to        |
+| "(The number of Officers"                                    |
+|                                                              |
+| Page 57: The name Florence J. Meddlycot is spelled F. J.     |
+| Medleycott on p. 62.                                         |
+|                                                              |
+| Page 58: "he should have it" has been changed to "he should  |
+| have it."                                                    |
+|                                                              |
+| Page 61: opening quotation mark changed from single quote to |
+| double quote--shall we try a new game out of doors?          |
+|                                                              |
+| Page 62: the name M Turpie has been changed to M. Turpie     |
+|                                                              |
+| Page 62: "January, 1884, Number of LITTLE FOLKS." has been   |
+| changed to "January, 1884, Number of LITTLE FOLKS.]"         |
+|                                                              |
+| Page 63: "Canada, &c.), in addition to those" has been       |
+| changed to "Canada, &c., (in addition to those"              |
+|                                                              |
++--------------------------------------------------------------+
+
+
+
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