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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Little Folks (July 1884) + A Magazine for the Young + +Author: Various + +Release Date: December 19, 2008 [EBook #27564] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK LITTLE FOLKS (JULY 1884) *** + + + + +Produced by Chris Curnow, Joseph Cooper and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + +</pre> + + +<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> </p> +<p> </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 & COMPANY, <span class="smcap">Limited:</span></h4> + +<h4><i>LONDON, PARIS & 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> </p> +<p> </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> </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.—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, &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> </p> +<p> </p> + +<h1>LITTLE FOLKS.</h1> + +<p> </p> +<p> </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," &c.</i></h4> + +<h4>CHAPTER I.—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—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—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> </p> + +<h3>CHAPTER II.—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—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——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> </p> + +<h4>CHAPTER III.—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—</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—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."</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: "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:—</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)—</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)—</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)—</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—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—you know—'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—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—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, &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.—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—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 £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.</p> + +<p>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.</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—<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—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—<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—<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—</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—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—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—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—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—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—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?—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."</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" /> + <div class="shape_wrap"> + <div style="width: 370px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 370px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 370px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 365px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 355px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 340px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 330px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 310px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 270px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 220px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 200px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 180px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 177px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 176px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 175px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 175px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 175px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 175px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 175px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 175px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 175px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 175px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 175px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 165px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 150px;"> </div> + </div> + +<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—" 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—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">* *<br /> * </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—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?"</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—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.</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?—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—</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—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.</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 4½d. 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> </p> + +<p>[<span class="smcap">Answer to "Our Imaginary Dissolving Views</span>"—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—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.—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." 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." 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," &c, &c.</i></h4> + +<h4>CHAPTER I.—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——"</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—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—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—too often, I +believe—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—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—Italy, +Greece, Egypt—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> </p> + +<h4>CHAPTER II.—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—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——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—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—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!—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—"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> </p> + +<h4>CHAPTER III.—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—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—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?"</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_038" id="Page_038">[Pg 38]</a></span> +"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."</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—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—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—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.—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—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.</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—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—"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—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.</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—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—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—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—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.</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—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—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.</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.—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—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.</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—which +is generally supported by +voluntary contributions—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 £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">* *<br /> * </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">* *<br /> * </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, &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.</p> + +<p class="center mono">* *<br /> * </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">* *<br /> * </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—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 <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.—VII.</h3> + +<h4><i>By <span class="smcap">Phillis Browne</span>, Author of "A Year's Cookery," "What Girls can Do," &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—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."</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——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——"</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—</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—</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—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—</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—</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—</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—</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—</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—</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—</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—</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—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.</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—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.</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—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.</p> + +<h4>The Flamingo.</h4> + +<p>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.</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"—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—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.</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—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—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.</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—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 Maelström, +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 +Maelström 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—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 "——," +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>——</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>——</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>——</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>——</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>——</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>——</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>——</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. Boldéro</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>42124 M. M. Boldéro</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>——</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> +<tr><td align='left'>42235 Sarah A. Clifton</td><td align='right'>16</td></tr> +<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> +<tr><td align='left'>42240 Susan M. Pettit</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>42241 Emma Gaunt</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>42242 William Reeve</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>42243 Fanny E. Hopkins</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>42244 Lottie Taviner</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr> +<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>——</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> +<tr><td align='left'>42252 Alice E. Hallett</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>42253 Edwd. Willshere</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr> +<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> +<tr><td align='left'>42258 Chas. R. Kinloch</td><td align='right'>16</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>42259 Robt. S McKim</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>42260 Jessie B. McKim</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>42261 Agnes B. Cook</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>42262 L. K. Thomson</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>42263 M. A. J. Stribling</td><td align='right'>17</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>42264 Maggie Smith</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>42265 Rebecca Smith</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr> +<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> +<tr><td align='left'>42268 Annie Kerr</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr> +<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>——</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>——</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> +<tr><td align='left'>42368 Beryl Montague</td><td align='right'>17</td></tr> +<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> +<tr><td align='left'>42391 Thomas Pickles</td><td align='right'>20</td></tr> +<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> +<tr><td align='left'>42394 Geo. Thornton</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr> +<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> +<tr><td align='left'>42400 Syrenna Oldfield</td><td align='right'>16</td></tr> +<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> +<tr><td align='left'>42409 Julia Williams</td><td align='right'>19</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>42410 Mabel B. Wynn</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>42411 Smith Brown</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr> +<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> +<tr><td align='left'>42426 George Simpson</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>42427 Eva Bradley</td><td align='right'>6</td></tr> +<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> +<tr><td align='left'>42430 Lucy Fox</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr> +<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 Ainée 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>——</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> +<tr><td align='left'>42442 Sidney Mence</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr> +<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> +<tr><td align='left'>42447 Fred Ellis</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr> +<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> +<tr><td align='left'>42465 Fred Rainsford</td><td align='right'>17</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>42466 Fanny Sheldon</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr> +<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>——</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, &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>,—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—a very queer thing for a hen to do.</p> + +<p class="right"><span class="smcap">Florence J. Meddlycot.</span><br /> +(Aged 12¾.)</p> + +<p><i>Hill Vicarage, Falfield, R. S. O., Gloucestershire.</i></p> + +<p> </p> + +<h4>A STRANGE NURSLING.</h4> + +<p><span class="dropcap153b"><span class="dropcap">D</span></span><span class="smcap">EAR Mr. Editor</span>,—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 13¾.)</p> + +<p><i>Locksley, Southborne-on-Sea, near Christchurch, Hants.</i></p> + +<p> </p> + +<h4>WHO HID THE BRUSHES?</h4> + +<p><span class="dropcap153b"><span class="dropcap">D</span></span><span class="smcap">EAR Mr. Editor</span>,—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> </p> + +<h4>A CURIOUS FRIENDSHIP.</h4> + +<p><span class="dropcap153b"><span class="dropcap">D</span></span><span class="smcap">EAR Mr. Editor</span>,—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 14¼.)</p> + +<p><i>Tudor House, Belvedere Road, Upper Norwood, S. E.</i></p> + +<p> </p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Note.</span>—Each Story, Anecdote, &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—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> </p> + +<h4>LIST OF HONOUR.</h4> + +<p><i>First Prize</i> (<i>Divided</i>):—<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> (15¾), Boldmere Road, Chester Road, near +Birmingham. <i>Second Prize (Seven-Shilling-and-Sixpenny +Book), with Officer's Medal</i>:—<span class="smcap">Edith E. Lucy</span> (12), Thornleigh, +50, Woodstock Road, Oxford. <i>Honourable Mention, +with Member's Medal</i>:—<span class="smcap">Kate S. Williams</span> (15), 96, +Oakfield Road, Penge; <span class="smcap">Gertrude E. Butler</span> (12½), 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 (11¾), 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> </p> + +<p class="center">MENTAL HISTORICAL SCENE.</p> + +<p class="center">Iphigenia, daughter of Agamemnon, King of Argos, in +Greece.</p> + +<p> </p> + +<p class="center">WHEEL PUZZLE.—<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> </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> </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> </p> + +<p class="center">HIDDEN PROVERB.</p> + +<p class="center">"The least said, the soonest mended."</p> + +<p> </p> + +<p class="center">DIAMOND PUZZLE.—<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> </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> </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—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.</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> </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 9¾.)</p> + +<p><i>Ampney Park, Cirencester.</i></p> + +<p> </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> </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 12¾.)</p> + +<p><i>Crefeld Villa, Withington, near Manchester.</i></p> + +<p> </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 10½)</p> + +<p><i>Price Street, York.</i></p> + +<p> </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> </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 10¼.)</p> + +<p><i>202, Evering Road, U. Clapton.</i></p> + +<p> </p> + +<p class="center">MISSING LETTER PUZZLE.</p> + +<p>A verse by Coleridge.</p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I × e × r × h × e × n × i × n × m × r × n × r!<br /></span> +<span class="i2">× f × a × t × y × k × n × y × a × d!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">× n × t × o × a × t × o × g × n × l × n × a × d × r × w ×,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">a × i × t × e × i × b × d × e × s × n ×.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p class="right"><span class="smcap">Christabel G. Marshall.</span><br /> +(Aged 12¼).</p> + +<p><i>10, Worcester Terrace, Clifton.</i></p> + +<p> </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 13½.)</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:—</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:—</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> </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—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," &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.</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:—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 +<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. René 5. Prester John. 6. Nahum Tate. +7. St. Loy. 8. Petronel Flash.</p> + +<p class="sml"><span class="smcap">Class I</span>.—Consisting of those who have gained eight marks:—F. G. +Callcott.<br /> +<span class="smcap">Class II.</span>—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. +</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. Cæsar. 7. Troilus. 8. Duergar.</p> + +<p class="sml"><span class="smcap">Class I.</span>—Eight marks:—D. Blunt, M. McCalman Turpie.<br /> +<span class="smcap">Class II.</span>—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.<br /> +<i>Note.</i>—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:—<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—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 <i>Fourteen</i> and <i>under Seventeen</i>, and Junior Divisions for those <i>under Fourteen</i>:—</p> + +<p class="blockquot"><span class="smcap">No.I.—Plain Needlework</span>, as shown in Night-dresses and Cotton and Print Frocks for Children and +Infants in Hospitals.<br /> +[N.B.—In this Competition machine sewing is not allowed, and no article is to be washed.]<br /> +<span class="smcap">No. II.—Illuminated Texts</span>, suitable for hanging in the wards of Children's Hospitals and kindred +Institutions.<br /> +[N. B.—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.—Single Dolls in Costume.</span>—Historical, Military, Naval, representing Nationalities, &c.<br /> +[N.B.—The clothes should be made to take off and put on.]<br /> +<span class="smcap">No. IV.—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, &c. &c. The Albums +themselves may either be bought or made by the Competitors.]<br /> +<span class="smcap">No. V.—Single Dolls</span> (including <span class="smcap">Baby Dolls</span>), in Ordinary Clothes.<br /> +[N.B.—The clothes should be made to take off and put on.]<br /> +<span class="smcap">No. VI.—Toys, Made of Any Material, And Wool Playthings</span> as shown in Wool Balls, Knitted +and Crocheted Reins, &c. &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.—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>):—<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:—</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.—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."—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, &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, &c.</span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">A Foreign Competitor.</span>—[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, &c.), in addition">Canada, &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.—<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—</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."—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.—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.—<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:—"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°."</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Elaine.</span>—[The meaning of "A E I" was given in +<span class="smcap">Little Folks</span>, Vol. XVIII., page 63.—<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.—[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.—[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—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> + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Little Folks (July 1884), by Various + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK LITTLE FOLKS (JULY 1884) *** + +***** This file should be named 27564-h.htm or 27564-h.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + https://www.gutenberg.org/2/7/5/6/27564/ + +Produced by Chris Curnow, Joseph Cooper and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net + + +Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed. + +Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no +one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation +(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without +permission and without paying copyright royalties. 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