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diff --git a/27564.txt b/27564.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..d8cec0b --- /dev/null +++ b/27564.txt @@ -0,0 +1,7030 @@ +The Project Gutenberg EBook of Little Folks (July 1884), by Various + +This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with +almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Little Folks (July 1884) + A Magazine for the Young + +Author: Various + +Release Date: December 19, 2008 [EBook #27564] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ASCII + +*** 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 + + + + + + + + + + Transcriber's Note: + Phrases printed in italics in the original version are + indicated in this electronic version by _ (underscore). + A list of amendments are given at the end of the book. + + + + +LITTLE FOLKS: + +_A Magazine for the Young._ + +_NEW AND ENLARGED SERIES._ + +CASSELL AND COMPANY, LIMITED: + +_LONDON, PARIS & NEW YORK._ + +[ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.] + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration: A QUEEN OF THE BEACH.] + +LITTLE FOLKS. + + + + +A LITTLE TOO CLEVER. + +_By the Author of "Pen's Perplexities," "Margaret's Enemy," "Maid +Marjory," &c._ + +CHAPTER I.--THE MOOR. + + +[Illustration] + +Crimson and gold. As far as one could see across the moor it was one +broad expanse of purply heather, kindled into a glowing crimson by the +blaze of ruddy sunshine, and lighted here and there by bright patches of +the thorny golden rod. Dame Nature had evidently painted out of her +summer paint-box, and had not spared her best and brightest colours. +Crimson-lake, children; you know what a lovely colour it is, and how +fast it goes, for you are very fond of using it, and there is only one +cake in each of your boxes. But here was crimson-lake enough to have +emptied all the paint-boxes in the world, you might suppose, and the +brightest of goldy yellows, and the greenest of soft transparent greens, +such as no paint-box ever did, nor ever will, possess; and over all the +most azure of blues, flecked with floating masses of soft indescribable +white, looking to Elsie like the foamy soapsuds at the top of the tub +when mother had been having a rare wash, but to Duncan like lumps of +something he had once tasted and never forgotten, called cocoa-nut ice. + +It seemed a pity when Dame Nature had spent her colours so lavishly that +there should be no one to see her bright handiwork. Yet, sad to tell, +there lay the broad sheet of crimson and gold day after day unnoticed +and unheeded, till, in despair, it at length began to wither and blacken +and die. + +For this was a lonely moor, where the heather and gorse bloomed so +bravely, so lonely that even along the road which skirted it the number +of those who passed by in a day could be counted on the fingers of your +hand; and as for the moor itself, it seldom had any visitors but the +cows from the little farm which nestled away in one corner; and do you +suppose such lazy, cupboard-loving creatures cared whether the heather +bloomed or not, so long as they found grass enough to eat? + +But the glorious moor had a worse indignity than this to endure, for +there was a cottage here and there whose inhabitants frequently crossed +by the beaten tracks, and never so much as lifted their eyes as they +passed along, to notice the gorgeous dress their moor had put on. They +were so used to it. Had she not worn it every year since they could +remember? and so they sauntered by, thinking about eating or drinking, +or how they would serve their neighbours out, sometimes even quarrelling +loudly, and never giving so much as a passing thought to all the beauty +God had spread around them, and which we who dwell in towns would give +so much to see. + +The sun was shining down very hotly, but it had not yet begun to wither +the heather and gorse, on the day when I want you to notice two little +children going across the moor. I told you there were cottages here and +there, and in a pretty little green hollow just beyond a fair-sized +hillock was one where lived the MacDougalls. These two children were +Elsie and Duncan MacDougall. They very often crossed the moor, for the +farm was on the other side of it, and the milk and butter had all to be +fetched from it, the milk twice a day, whether the sun blazed, or the +chilly Scottish drizzle blotted out the hills in a misty haze, or the +north wind swept across it, and shook the gaunt fir-trees to and fro in +its noisy wrath. + +"Ain't you coming on, Elsie?" Duncan cried impatiently, for Elsie had +seated herself on a big stone, pushed back her sun-bonnet from her damp +freckled forehead, crossed her brown arms defiantly over her holland +pinafore, and was swinging her bare feet as if she never meant to move +another step to-night. + +"No, I ain't coming, Duncan, and that's all about it," Elsie replied, +sulkily, only she said it in a broad Scottish accent which you would +hardly have understood had you heard it, and certainly could make +nothing of if I were to try to write it. + +"Then we'll get beaten when we get back," Duncan said, miserably. +"Mother's always scolding, and it's your fault, Elsie." + +Elsie looked at him contemptuously. "Go on by yourself," she cried; "I +ain't afraid. It's only Robbie that they're in such a hurry to get the +milk for, and I'm not going to hurry for Robbie. Go on by yourself, do." + +But this was more than Duncan dared do, and Elsie knew it, for, in the +first place, it would have seemed as if he sided with Robbie against +Elsie, which would have been quite untrue; and, in the second, it would +have got Elsie into trouble with their mother, and that Duncan would not +have done for anything in the world. If Elsie had been a queen, then +Duncan would have been one of her most willing subjects, and done her +bidding whatever it might cost. + +So there stood Duncan, fidgeting to get on, yet bound to the spot where +Elsie stayed by a bond stronger than links of iron. It was in vain that +he fidgeted from one bare foot to the other, or vented his impatience by +flinging his Scottish bonnet high in the air and catching it again. +Elsie was immovable, for Elsie was in one of her very contrariest moods +to-day, and I can hardly describe to you how very contrary she could be. + +At last, very slowly and deliberately, she got off the stone, and began +slowly to stretch herself. "Do make haste!" cried Duncan, almost tired +out. + +"I can't be hurried," Elsie replied, with a grand air, stooping down to +pick up the milk-can, which she had deposited at the side of the stone. +"It's much too hot and I'm much too tired, and I don't see why I should +be expected to fetch the milk at all. You and Robbie ought to do it. +You're boys, and I'm a girl. It's a shame, and I mean to tell mother +so." + +Duncan gazed at her in amazement. He knew Elsie was very daring, but did +she really mean to tell their mother that? + +"Me and Robbie?" he gasped. "Robbie never goes nowhere with us, Elsie, +don't you know?" + +"Yes, I know, child," Elsie replied, with a lofty toss of her head. +"It's just what I do know. Robbie stops at home while you and me do all +the errands and everything else too, and it isn't fair." + +"But you wouldn't like Robbie to come with us: you know you wouldn't," +Duncan exclaimed, in perplexity. + +"With _us!_ No, indeed," Elsie cried, with a little contemptuous laugh. +"I don't want any spoilt little namby-pamby cry-babies along with me; +but that's no reason why I, a girl, should fetch milk for Robbie to +drink while he stays at home. Can't you see that, stupid-head?" + +Duncan said "Yes," but he didn't, all the same. He and Elsie went +together, and it never had occurred to him that it ought to be +different. He didn't care for Robbie: Elsie didn't, and so he didn't. +Elsie said he was a spoilt baby, therefore Duncan knew he must be one; +and certainly he couldn't scamper over the moor, and climb the trees, +and fly here, there, and everywhere, like he and Elsie could. + +Elsie had begun to move slowly along, carrying the basin, in which was +butter wrapped in wet cloths and a cool cabbage-leaf. Duncan had the +milk-can, and would have been almost home by now, had he not been +obliged to keep on waiting for Elsie to come up with him, his eager +footsteps continually carrying him far on ahead of her sauntering pace. + +"I'm just not going over that hill," she said, deliberately, when at +length they reached the purple hillock on the other side of which stood +the cottage. "Come on, Duncan; I'm going round." + +"But it's ever so much longer, and we're so late," grumbled Duncan. + +"Who cares?" cried Elsie, stolidly. "I'm a girl and I'm not going to +climb up the hill in this heat." + +Duncan stared again. He had never heard Elsie complain of the hill +before. Usually they scampered up it, and rolled down the steepest +side--not, truly, when there was milk to carry, but at other times. And +now Elsie was walking along in a languid, mincing fashion, as if she had +no more fun in her than Robbie himself, and had never scampered +bare-foot over the moor six days out of every week, no matter what the +weather might be. + +"There's Robbie at the garden gate beckoning us. I expect mother's very +angry," cried Duncan, despairingly. + +"Who cares? let him beckon," Elsie replied, with the most provoking +indifference. "Run on by yourself if you're afraid." + +Most unkind taunt of all. Did not Elsie well know that Duncan was bound +to her by the chains of a most unswerving, unquestioning loyalty? and +that though he was, so to speak, ready to jump out of his skin with +impatient anxiety, to forsake Elsie would never enter his simple little +head. + +When Robbie saw that they did not hurry, he came running towards them, +calling out, "Elsie, Duncan, do make haste! Mother's so cross. You are +late." + +"Are we? And are you in a hurry, Robbie? because if you are you'd better +fetch the milk yourself another time. Duncan and I are not your +servants," Elsie replied, loftily. + +Robbie stared, as well he might. "I only know mother's very cross," he +reiterated dubiously, as if not quite knowing what to say; "and I don't +think you know how late it is." + +"Look here," cried Elsie, standing stock still: "suppose I tip this milk +over on to the heather, what'ud you say to that?" and she lifted up the +lid, and tilted the can, until the foaming white milk was just ready to +pour over the side. + +"Oh! Elsie, Elsie, what are you doing?" cried Duncan, in a panic; while +Robbie exclaimed, "Wouldn't mother make you go back and fetch some more, +Elsie, with the pennies out of your box?" + +Perhaps Elsie thought it might be so. Any way, she put the can straight, +and moved on again, but as she did so she said to Robbie, "You'd like to +tell mother what I said, wouldn't you, duckie? So you can if you like; I +don't care what you tell mother." + +"No, I don't want to tell," Robbie said, almost angrily, with a pink +face and a moist look in the eyes. + +As the three children walked along you could hardly help noticing what a +difference there was between the two elder and Robbie. Elsie and Duncan +were big-limbed, ruddy-cheeked children, with high cheek-bones, +fair-skinned, but well freckled and tanned by the sun. Their younger +brother was like them, and yet so different. His skin was fair, but of +milky whiteness, showing too clearly the blue veins underneath it. The +ruddy colour in their faces was in his represented by the palest tinge +of pink. His bare arms were soft and white and thin. Their abundant +straw-coloured hair had in his case become palest gold, of silky +texture, falling in curling locks almost on to his shoulders. He was, in +short, a smaller, weaker, more delicate edition of these two elder ones. +They looked the very embodiment of health and strength, he fragile, +timid, and delicate. No wonder he never scampered across the heath or +rolled down the hillsides. The mists were too chilly for him, the sun +too hot; and so it came about that Elsie and Duncan went together, and +Robbie was left behind, for Elsie was selfish, and hadn't it in her +nature to wait about for the little one, and suit her steps or her play +to his, and Duncan did whatever she did. Perhaps their mother did not +care to trust the little fellow with Elsie, knowing too well that she +was thoughtless, and unable in her own robust strength to understand +the fatigue and listlessness of her little brother. Elsie told him he +would run well enough without shoes and stockings, but their mother had +most particularly charged him that he was never to take them off without +special permission, for he was too delicate to run the risk of damping +his feet. Elsie and Duncan thought it great nonsense, and both pitied +and despised Robbie for being such a miserable molly-coddle. + +"Now here's mother herself coming after us," cried Duncan, anxiously +scanning Elsie's face to see how she would act now. + +But Elsie was still unflurried. Duncan almost held his breath, for there +were signs of a storm. Mrs. MacDougall's face was red, her mouth +ominously screwed up; she waved her hand angrily towards them--an action +which Elsie pretended not to see. + +"Where have you been all this time, madam?" she burst forth, when they +reached her. "I will teach you to hasten your footsteps. Did I not send +Robbie to the gate to beckon you to be quick? You suppose you may do as +you like, but you are mistaken, you lazy, ill-behaved wench. The new +frock I had bought you shall be given to Nannie Cameron, and you shall +wear your old one to the kirk. How will that suit your vanity? And you +may be off to bed now directly, without any supper. There are twigs +enough for a birch rod, my lady, if bed does not bring you to a better +frame of mind. Run in now, and don't let me see your face before six +o'clock to-morrow morning." + +What could Elsie be thinking of? She did not run. Robbie looked at her +in piteous distress; Duncan was beside himself. He cast a beseeching +glance at Elsie, a momentary one of resentful anger at his mother, an +impatient one at Robbie, the unfortunate messenger of their mother's +anger. + +Then a look of great determination settled over their mother's face. "Do +you dare me?" she cried. "Did I ever threaten and not perform? Will you +compel me to whip you? Then if you would not have it so, hasten your +footsteps at once." + +Duncan caught hold of Elsie's hand and tried to pull her, but those +sturdy, legs had the very spirit of obstinacy in them. "Be quiet," she +said; "I want to be whipped." + +"Mother means it," Duncan cried. "She has never done it before, but she +will now, Elsie." + +Elsie had often dared her mother, but never so flagrantly as this; and +Mrs. MacDougall was not a woman to be dared with impunity. Elsie was +going a little too far; every one saw that except herself. + +"Stay here," Mrs. MacDougall said sternly to the two boys when they +entered the cottage kitchen. Then she took Elsie by the shoulder, and +marched her up the few stairs. Robbie and Duncan stood stock still, +looking blankly at each other. + +[Illustration: "HE CAME RUNNING TOWARDS THEM" (_p. 3_).] + +Presently there came from the room overhead a low sobbing sound, and a +minute or two afterwards Mrs. MacDougall appeared, stern and frowning. + +It was an unhappy supper they sat down to. Robbie was very wretched, and +as for Duncan, each mouthful threatened to choke him. Mrs. MacDougall +wore a troubled face. After it was ended Duncan crept away to his +sister's room. + +"I knew mother would," he said, sympathisingly, "and I know she'll do it +again, if you do it. You wouldn't, would you, Elsie? Mother never +whipped you before, never in all our lives, Elsie, but you didn't care. +What was the matter with you?" + +"You little stupid!" Elsie replied patronisingly; "I won't fetch the +milk at all, not if mother whips me every day. I don't care. You don't +know what I know, and you don't know what I'm going to do, but I know +myself; and you little cowardy custard, you don't know what secret I +could tell you if I liked." + + +CHAPTER II.--WHAT ELSIE FOUND. + +Duncan crept away to his own little bedchamber with an uneasy feeling of +trouble. It was next to Elsie's, separated from it only by a little +square bit of landing, and, like hers, was a tiny apartment under the +roof, with a ceiling of the bare rafters which supported the tiles. In +each was a small wooden bedstead, a deal stand, with basin and jug of +coarse white earthenware, and a small deal box, which served both to +keep clothes in and as a chair. + +Everything was scrupulously clean, even to the dimity vallance that hung +across the low window. In autumn and winter the bleak wind whistled +through the chimneys and rattled the casements in a way that would have +prevented a town-bred child from sleeping, and up in those bare rooms +there was cold enough to pinch you black and blue; but Elsie and Duncan +had never thought much of that, for they had been accustomed to it from +babyhood, and only threw on their thick homespun garments in greater +haste. + +Just now the weather was unusually hot, and the little lofts had gone +to the other extreme, and were more like ovens than anything else. +Duncan had scarcely taken off his jacket when he heard Elsie calling. He +ran to see what she wanted. "I s'pose you won't go telling any tales +about what I said just now," she exclaimed shortly. + +"Of course I shan't," Duncan replied, indignantly; "but what was it you +said? There wasn't anything to tell tales about except that you said you +weren't going to fetch the milk." + +Elsie's mind was so full of her own affairs that it was quite a shock to +her to find that Duncan had taken so little heed of her words. "It's a +good thing I'm not such a silly baby as you are," she said, +contemptuously--a way in which she so often spoke to Duncan that he +quite believed Elsie to be the cleverest, most daring, and bravest +creature in existence. + +"This place is like a furnace," she cried, irritably throwing the sheet +which covered her down on to the floor. "Why should I be poked up here +and Robbie sleep downstairs with mother and grandmother, eh, Duncan?" + +"I s'pose it's because he always does," Duncan replied dubiously. + +"Stupid-head!" cried Elsie. "And why does he always?" + +Duncan thought a minute. "P'raps it's because he's the youngest, and was +the baby when you and me was bigger," he answered presently. + +Elsie turned over with an angry grunt. "It isn't anything of the sort," +she cried; "and you might have known I didn't want you to answer me." + +"I thought you asked me," Duncan said, in much perplexity. + +"You ought to have said you didn't know, and then you'd have told the +truth," Elsie said shortly. "Hush! there's some one coming up. Crawl +under the bed, in case they come in." + +A slow dragging footstep came up the steep stairs, and presently a voice +called softly, "Dooncan?" + +Duncan began to crawl out from under the bedstead, answering as he did +so, "Yes, grandmother, here I am." + +Elsie dangled her foot over the side of the bed, and gave Duncan a +pretty sharp kick as he emerged. + +"What's that for?" he stopped to ask. + +"Only because you're such a ridiculously silly little softie, that +nobody could put a grain of sense into your head," Elsie replied, +angrily. "Supposing it had been mother. A nice row you'd have got us +into. Why couldn't you keep quiet, and she'd have thought we were both +in bed and asleep." + +"But I knew it was grandmother's voice," said Duncan. + +"Dooncan," called the voice again, "I want you." + +Duncan opened the door this time. His grandmother did not seem to notice +that he was in a forbidden place, but asked, with an anxious quaver in +her voice, "Did mother beat Elsie, Duncan?" + +"I think so," Duncan replied indignantly. + +"Eh, well, Duncan," she said, consolingly, "mother's often threatened +and never done it before, and Elsie's a wilful child, with a spirit and +temper that must needs be broken. But what was the matter now?" + +"It was about fetching the milk," Duncan replied. "Elsie don't like it, +and she wouldn't be quick." + +"Eh, well; but it's the place of the young to fetch and carry," said the +old woman, in a much more cheerful tone than she had used before. "But +Duncan, my laddie, have you picked up a wee bit of paper with writing on +it, what grandmother has dropped?" + +"No, granny, I haven't never picked up a piece," Duncan replied. + +"Nor seen it lying about neither, dearie? Come now, think if you picked +it up and threw it in the fire. I won't be angry if you tell the truth." + +"I never saw it at all," said Duncan again. + +"Ah, well! I thought perhaps that it was about that mother was angry +with Elsie, but it wasn't, after all; you're sure of that, Duncan?" + +"Oh no; it was about the milk," Duncan returned, readily. + +"And Elsie's asleep now. Well, well, youth must be chastised sometimes," +crooned the old woman, softly. "You needn't talk about the paper I've +lost, Duncan. It's safe enough in the fire, no doubt; but if you see a +scrap of paper lying anywhere, bring it to grandmother, and she'll give +you a penny for sharp eyes." + +Then the old dame went cautiously downstairs, feeling the way with her +thick stick, and Duncan once more went off to bed. + +He woke very early the next morning, wondering whether Elsie would keep +her vaunted threat of refusing to fetch the milk, and if so, what would +happen: for if Elsie were obstinate, their mother was firm as a rock in +doing a duty, and Duncan well knew she would not be overborne by any +one. So it was with a vague uneasiness that he put on his clothes and +went downstairs. To his surprise and relief, Elsie was already in the +kitchen and was busily, though with a sulky-enough expression, rinsing +out the can. Elsie's valour, like that of many an older person, was +greater in words than action, and there is no doubt that the previous +night's punishment had had its effect. + +But that Duncan should think so was the last thing that Elsie would +wish. Directly they were outside the door, she said in a careless tone, +"It's nice and cool this morning across the moor: much better out here +than in that little loft." + +"And won't you come this afternoon?" asked simple, straightforward +Duncan. + +"I don't know," Elsie answered sharply. "It depends upon whether I feel +inclined. Duncan, what was that granny was asking about a piece of +paper?" + +"She only asked me if I'd picked a piece up with writing on it, and said +she'd give me a penny if I found it." + +"I dare say she would," laughed Elsie; "but you won't ever get the +penny, Duncan, so don't expect it. She didn't ask if I'd picked it up?" + +"No, she didn't; but have you found it, Elsie? because I'll take it to +her, and give you the penny," Duncan remarked. + +"A penny indeed!" laughed Elsie contemptuously. "I wonder whether you +really could keep a secret, Duncan?" + +Duncan was rather hurt at the implied doubt. "I never told tales of you, +Elsie, never," he said, earnestly. + +"Look here," Elsie exclaimed, "I was weeding my bit of garden just under +the kitchen window yesterday, and granny was sitting at the window, yet +never saw me. She was reading some old letters, peering at them ever so +hard through her spectacles, and talking to herself all the time. I +expect she'd taken them out of mother's drawer, for she kept on looking +round to see if any one was coming, and the best of it was I was +watching all the time, and she never knew it. I saw her put one piece of +paper down on the window-sill; she was saying very funny things to +herself. 'Meg shouldn't have done it; she wouldn't take my advice. Ah! +she'll rue it some day, I well believe,' and all on like that. Of course +Meg means mother, and I was just wondering what it was she was talking +about, when the wind blew quite a puff, and blew the piece of paper +right on to my garden. I was just going to peep at it, and see what it +was mother shouldn't have done. Then granny gets up, and goes peering +all round to see where the paper's gone. She pulled all the cushions out +of the chair, and turned up the matting, and looked over her letters +ever so many times, and never noticed that it had blown out of the +window. Presently I put my head through the window, and cried out, +'What's the matter, granny?' 'It's only I've dropped a little bit of +paper, my dear,' she says to me. 'Just come and see if your young eyes +can find it.' I went in and looked all round. Of course I didn't find +it, and I was almost dying of laughing all the time." + +"And have you got it now, Elsie?" Duncan asked, with wide eyes. + +"Yes, I have," Elsie replied shortly; "and it's much more interesting +than I thought it would be. It's about you and me." + +"You and me?" echoed Duncan, who was of a matter-of-fact mind, and was +always content with things just as he found them. + +"Yes, stupid," said Elsie, crossly; "I always said mother favoured +Robbie, and so she does. Why he has new things much oftener than you, +and you're older too. Do you and me have boots and stockings for +week-a-days? then why should Robbie? Don't you wonder why mother pets +him so?" + +"No," Duncan answered truthfully. "He's ever so much more babyish than +me." + +"Well, I say it's a shame," continued Elsie. "Look at this old +sun-bonnet. Do you think I ought to wear such a thing as that? Didn't I +always say I'd love a long feather like the ladies at the manse? and why +shouldn't I have one, and a silk pelisse, and gloves upon my hands, and +sweet little shoes for walking in?" + +"Why, you'd be just a lady," Duncan said. + +Elsie laughed a pleased soft laugh. "A lady, just a bonny lady," she +said over to herself; "and wouldn't you love to be a little laird, +Duncan?" + +"I don't know what it's like, Elsie," Duncan said thoughtfully. + +"It isn't like fetching milk and sleeping in a loft," Elsie said +sharply. "It isn't like porridge for breakfast and porridge for supper. +It would be like----everything that's nice," she said, after a minute or +two's pause, for she really did not know anything about it, and was +suddenly pulled up in her description by that fact. + + +CHAPTER III.--THE LETTER. + +The boy walked along, silently thinking over what Elsie had been saying, +in a muddly, confused sort of way. Robbie, and granny's letter, and +Elsie's beating, lairds and ladies, and something secret and mysterious +that Elsie knew, were mingled hazily in his mind, in such chaotic +fashion that he had nothing to say, not knowing how to put his ideas +into the form of a question. + +It was not until they were on their road home again that he suddenly +asked, "Whose letter is it, Elsie?" + +"What do you mean?" Elsie returned, with more than usual quickness. "I +say it's mine and yours. Mother'd say 'twas hers, most likely; perhaps +granny might say 'twas hers; I say it's ours as much as ever it's +theirs, and the person what wrote it is our father; so there, Duncan." + +"Mine too!" Duncan echoed, in greater bewilderment than before. "Then, +if it's mine too, Elsie-- + +"Well, what?" + +"I ought to read it, an' see what's in it." + +Elsie laughed. "Of course you ought," she replied encouragingly. "That's +just what I said to myself when I caught sight of it; and when I'd read +it, an' saw that it was all about you and me, an' told a secret too, +what granny an' mother have always kept away from us, d'you think I was +goin' to give it up? no, not if I know it. An' to think they fancy it's +lost--leastways, granny does--an' mother don't know anything about it at +all. What fun it is! D'you know, Duncan, I don't so very much like +mother." + +Duncan looked at her in alarm. Scottish children of all classes are +brought up in very strict notions of filial duty and affection, and +these were no exceptions to the rule. Duncan looked all round anxiously, +as though he feared a bird might carry the dreadful treason to their +mother's ears. + +Elsie looked as if she were enjoying the sensation she had made. "I've +got a good reason," she said, nodding her head knowingly. "You'll see it +when you've read the letter. I always thought I wasn't so very fond of +her, and now I see why it was. It wouldn't have been right if I had; an' +when she beat me, I can't tell you how I felt. I couldn't like any one +who beat me!" Elsie continued, grinding her teeth together with rage at +the memory, "even if it was my own mother." + +"You seemed as if you wanted to make mother do it," said Duncan, who was +often much distracted between his allegiance to rebellious Elsie and the +strict sense of duty and obedience in which he had always been trained. + +"P'raps I did," Elsie replied. "But I don't care; and mother shan't have +the chance again. I don't think our father'd let her if he knew it." + +"Our father?" faltered Duncan. "Why, our father's dead." + +"Is he?" asked Elsie, enigmatically. "Robbie's father is." + +"And isn't that ours?" Duncan asked contemptuously. + +"That's just it," Elsie replied, with some excitement. "That's just what +the letter's about. Now, if you sit down here I'll read it to you." + +"We shall be late again," Duncan said, nervously. "Don't let's stop now, +Elsie, and make mother cross. Could we do it after school?" + +"P'raps I'd better tear it up, or give it back to granny," Elsie said, +with a taunting air. "It don't matter to you." + +"Oh, don't!" pleaded Duncan, divided again between the sense of duty, +his own curiosity, and a fear of offending Elsie. "Do keep it till after +school." + +"Yes, I will," Elsie replied. "And mind you bring home an atlas with +you, for, now I think of it, I must have a map of England and Scotland." + +"But we mustn't bring home books," Duncan urged. + +"Never mind; you must do it by mistake. We must have a map, I tell you; +and if I've had the trouble of getting the letter, you can take the +trouble to get the map. Mind you do, now, or else I shan't tell you +anything about it. You can take it back in the afternoon. 'Tisn't +stealing." + +No, nor disobedience, nor deceit, nor telling a lie, eh, Elsie? +Evidently Elsie did not stop to think of that any more than she had +stopped to consider whether she had any business to read that old letter +of her mother's when it fluttered out of the window. + +They reached the cottage in good time. Robbie and their grandmother had +only just come downstairs. Mrs. MacDougall seemed to be in an unusually +pleasant temper this morning. "I'm glad you've hastened, my child," she +said to Elsie. "Sit down to the table, and get slicing that cucumber +I've just cut. It'll be more refreshing with some bread-and-butter and a +cup o' milk than the porridge, and a change too." + +Duncan glanced at Elsie with a half shame-faced expression, as much as +to say, "Mother is kind, you see, when you're good. She's sorry you had +to be beaten last night." But Elsie only replied by a look of defiance, +as though to say, "That doesn't make up at all." + +"Let's see: what's to-day?" Mrs. MacDougall continued, pleasantly, as +she poured out the milk into the children's cups. "Can it be the +thirty-first?" + +"No, no, Meg; surely not," quavered the old grandmother, who, for +reasons of her own, wished to appear ignorant. Was it not to refresh her +failing memory about what happened just about this time of year, a long +while ago, that she had gone to her daughter's desk, and got out those +old faded letters? Mrs. MacDougall would not have minded her reading +them, but she would mind having them lost, for she was very methodical; +and besides, many of these letters were important ones, written by hands +long since folded in death. + +"And to-morrow's Robbie's birthday," Mrs. MacDougall continued, laying +her rough, strong hand very gently on the child's fair curls. "Very well +do I remember this time seven years ago." + +"Yes," sighed the old grandmother. "Poor little dears! and Nannie a +bonny lass too." + +Mrs. MacDougall glanced at her mother with something like a frown. "I +never think of Robbie's birthday without thinking about poor Aunt +Nannie," she said to the children. + +They knew well enough why, for they had heard the tale often enough. +Their Aunt Nannie had been their mother's beautiful young sister, and +the news of her death had come to them when Robbie was a baby of a week +old. They had never even seen her, for Duncan was but a year old, and +Elsie not three, when she died, and she had been living in England with +her English husband at the time. + +"Robbie reminds me so of her," Mrs. MacDougall said softly. "She was +fair. He takes after her wonderfully, doesn't he, mother?" + +"Very much indeed," the old dame replied. + +"Ah well! Robbie must have some fresh cakes to-morrow for his birthday +and a plate of plums, and you can have your tea under the big alder an' +Elsie shall pour it out." + +"Oh, thank you, mother, how nice!" the little boys exclaimed. Elsie's +ungracious silence passed unnoticed by all but Duncan. + +"P'raps I shan't be here to pour it out," she said, in a careless tone, +when they were outside the door. "Mind you don't forget the atlas, +Duncan." + +Then they started off to school. It was a longish walk across the moor +and along a dusty road to the nearest village. Robbie, although seven +years old, was exempted from going on account of the distance and his +delicacy. Elsie bore in mind that Duncan had gone before he was that +age, but Robbie was such a petted baby. He was not nearly so strong as +Duncan had been at his age. + +Duncan's was a very placid, slow sort of mind. He went through his tasks +without any excitement or distraction, although occasionally a vague +curiosity as to what Elsie could want the atlas for, and what the letter +said about them, did wander through his brain. When school was ended he +slipped out unobserved with a small atlas, which he had had difficulty +to secure, under his jacket. + +Elsie was waiting for him at the edge of the moor. They sat down on some +stones, and Elsie pulled the letter from inside the neck of her dress. + +"I shan't say anything; I shall read it to you," she began; "and if you +can't make anything of it I s'pose I must explain it afterwards. It's +from our father to Mrs. MacDougall." + +"What, to mother?" Duncan asked. + +"H'm, you'll see presently," Elsie said impatiently. "Worst of it is, +there's a piece torn off all along, which makes it difficult to read. It +begins, 'Dear Mrs. MacDougall.' Oh, I forgot. It's put at the top, +'Kensington, London.' That's the capital of England, you know, and it +means that the person what wrote it lived there." + +"But father didn't, did he?" began Duncan. + +"Hold your tongue till I've read it," Elsie replied. "I can't stop to +explain beforehand. This is it:-- + + "'DEAR MRS. MACDOUGA + I have to be + teller of very bad new + sister, my poor wife die + morning. It will not be a + shock to you than it wa + me. I had no thought + it was likely to happen + a few hours previous + sent her love to you + her mother. + The two little things ar + but I have been + what I can do with th + I have not seen them'" + +(here the page turns over and the missing words are from the +commencement of the line)-- + + "'night and I don't feel + to see them yet. The sound + ir voices is too much for + hat can I, a helpless + wer do for them. They + be better off among their + kinsfolk than left + mercy of strangers. I often + I made a mistake in + nging poor Nannie to this + cat crowded city away from + ive moors. + The children I am told + eak and delicate. There + be a chance for them'" + +(here the fresh page begins)-- + + "'in their mother's native + The woman who has charge + trustworthy. She shall brin + to you, if you will take + they live, bring them up with + your own, and as your own. + the girl turns out anything + her mother, she will be we + enough. I shall not interfe + the children. All I want to + is that they are well care + In a year or two I may + able to interest myself + them. For the pres'" + +(fresh page)-- + + "'likely I shall wander + t, Reply at once + Yours truly, + R. GROSVENOR.'" + +When Elsie had finished reading she sat looking at Duncan. "It doesn't +seem very plain," he ventured to say, presently; "and there wasn't +anything about you or me in it. You said there was." + +[Illustration: "MRS. MACDOUGALL GLANCED AT HER MOTHER" (_p. 8_).] + +"Stupid little thing! isn't there some of it torn off? and when you put +the words in it's easy enough to read. I've put them in to myself. First +of all, it's about Aunt Nannie dying, isn't it?" + +"I s'pose it is," Duncan agreed; "and it's writ by Uncle Richard, isn't +it?" + +"If you call him Uncle Richard. I say it's our father what wrote +it--yours and mine, Duncan." + +Duncan stared at her in puzzled silence. "But Aunt Nannie was our Aunt +Grosvenor, wasn't she?" he asked. + +"If you call her Aunt Grosvenor. I say she was our mother. I'm sure she +was," said Elsie. + +"Our mother!" Duncan said, under his breath. "What do you mean, Elsie?" + +"The letter says something about two little babies," Elsie began. + +"Does it?" Duncan asked. "I didn't hear it." + +"Well, it says, the 'little things,' and that's the same; and it's all +about sending them to Aunt Nannie's native place. Well, this is Aunt +Nannie's native place; and who were the two little things, eh?" + +"I'm sure I dunno," Duncan said slowly. + +"Well, they weren't Robbie, were they? Then, who were they? Why, you an' +me, of course. It says 'the girl' somewhere, an' of course that's me. So +now, isn't the letter about us? an' that's why granny was so afraid of +losing it. Do you see now, little silly? It's plain enough." + +"But why did they?" murmured Duncan. + +"That's the funny part of it. They ought to have told us. Why didn't +she?" + +"Who?" + +"Why, Robbie's mother, of course. She isn't our mother, an' I'm not +going to call her mother; I shall call her 'she.' You can call her what +you like. Why does she pretend to be our mother when she isn't? It's +different with granny, 'cos she's our granny right enough. Didn't I hear +her say 'Meg 'ud rue it?' It's a shame to have made a secret of it." + +Duncan had been turning it over in his poor little mind. He formed ideas +very slowly, but there was often more sense in them when formed than in +the quick conclusions of cleverer children. + +"But if Uncle Grosvenor is our father, Elsie, why don't we live with +him? He never's been to see us, never. He'd be sure to know Aunt Nannie +was our mother, and not--you know--'she.'" + +"I believe," said Elsie, in a mysterious voice, "that 'R. Grosvenor' +thinks we're dead." + +"Oh, Elsie! but we aren't at all," gasped Duncan. + +"No, I shouldn't, think so. Doesn't the letter say they are weak and +delicate (what a beautiful letter it is, Duncan. I'm sure R. Grosvenor +is a grand gentleman), and 'bring them up with your own and as your own +for a year or two?' That was till we got strong; and she's kept us +always. Of course R. Grosvenor (I'm not going to say uncle), doesn't +know that we're quite well now. I'm sure he thinks we're dead. Who does +'your own' mean but Robbie. Oh, how dull you are, Duncan! Can't you see +now why she pets that boy so, and makes such a fuss over him? He's her +own, and we're not; she loves him and doesn't love us. Did she ever beat +Robbie?" + +"Robbie isn't naughty," Duncan protested; "at least, only a very little +sometimes." + +Elsie uttered an impatient exclamation. "Does Robbie have to fetch milk, +and go to school, and pick up wood? No; he's treated different. Now you +know why I don't like her." + +Duncan gave vent to a sigh of perplexity. There rose up in his mind a +sort of uncomfortable feeling that everything was going topsy-turvy. +Somehow or another he seemed to see Robbie's mother sitting by the side +of Elsie's bed when she had the fever last winter, and bustling about to +get nice things for her, hushing the others with a strange look in her +eyes that made them quiet at once, for they could see she was troubled. +Or he seemed to smell the grateful smell of the hot cakes waiting, crisp +and tempting, before the big cheerful fire, to greet them on their +return from afternoon school on a dreary winter day. She had been kind, +though she was so strict, especially to Elsie, and Duncan was feeling +something very much like sorrow to think that, after all, she was not +their mother. + +"What are you going to do, Elsie?" he asked presently. + +"I've just been wondering when you were going to ask me that. Of course +it can't stop like this. Haven't you heard granny say how rich Uncle +Grosvenor was, and what a grand place it was where he lived? Well, then, +he's a grand laird, an' if we lived with him you'd be a little laird, +and me a lady. Does he think we have to fetch milk and butter, and go +after the hens, an' all that? But I'm goin' to let him know all about +it." + +"How, Elsie?" + +"Well," Elsie replied, "I've been thinking of that, an' it's just a real +difficult matter; for I'd never get time to write all the long +explanation, with that _she_ always prying after me. She'd find it out, +an' stop the letter, even if I could find the paper; an' I dunno' as I +can spell all the long words it 'ud take to explain it. An' more too, I +couldn't wait an' wait for the answer. We ought to go an' see Uncle--R. +Grosvenor. I've almost made up my mind, Duncan, that I'll go to England +an' find him." + +"You couldn't do it," Duncan said. + +"Couldn't I?" Elsie said scornfully, "It isn't so very far. England's +another country, but it joins on. You only step out o' one into the +other, for I looked most particular; an' there wasn't even mountains to +get over. There's only what folk call the border, an' I'm sure that +isn't much. P'raps it's a line, or a road, or a ditch, or something like +it. You go straight out of Scotland--as straight as ever you can go. +I've looked on the map. Give it me now. If you go from Dunster you've +only to keep in a straight line till you get into England, an' any +one'll tell you the way to London." + +"I'm sure it's a dreadful long way," Duncan said disconsolately. "I +should be frightened while you was gone, till you came back." + +"Come back," said Elsie. "I shan't never do that, I hope. When I find my +father he'll take care o' me. Now then, will you come with me, Duncan?" + +"I don't think I'd go, Elsie. We might get lost," Duncan urged. "I wish +you could write a letter instead." + +"I've made up my mind to go if I do anything at all," Elsie said, in a +tone of decision. "You needn't come unless you like." + +Duncan looked perplexed again. This was indeed an awkward predicament. +The thought of running away to England didn't seem nice, somehow, but if +Elsie went and he stayed, how frightened he'd be all the time about her; +and when they questioned him, how would he be able to keep her secret, +especially if Robbie's mother had that troubled look in her eyes? and +how lonely it would be going backwards and forwards across the moor all +alone without Elsie. + +"I wish you wouldn't go, Elsie," he said to her presently. + +"Most likely I shall," Elsie replied. "Mind you tell no tales. We must +be quick home now. Come along; I shall have to think of ever so many +things before we go, so you'll have plenty o' time to know whether +you'll come or stay behind. Oh, I know I shall be a real lady, Duncan, +an' have bonny clothes. Of course I shouldn't like fetching milk an' +things when I'm a little lady born. Isn't it a shame, Duncan?" + +"I dunno; _I_ don't mind," Duncan then said. + +"Give me the atlas," Elsie said; "I must get away an' have a goodish +look at it when we get in, for you must be quite sure and take it back +this afternoon." + +But Elsie was not to "get away," for Mrs. MacDougall was waiting at the +gate with a basket by her side. + +"You've been loiterin' again," she cried briskly. "I've been waitin' +this half-hour for you to take these beans down to the shop. Here's a +bit o' bread you can eat along the road, an' you'll have just to make +haste." + +Elsie cast a defiant glance at the basket as she took it slowly up. She +knew too well its destination. The neatly tied-up bundles of young +well-grown beans lying on the fresh cabbage-leaves would be one of the +attractions of the village shop. A day or two ago all the plums that +were ripe had gone the same way, to the children's disgust. Mrs. +MacDougall was a clever gardener, and had a ready sale for her small +stock of produce. To-day Elsie and Duncan would get no dinner beyond the +bit of bread. That was the result of their loitering. They had lost the +valuable time through their talk over the letter. + +But Elsie quite lost sight of the fact that she alone was responsible +for losing it, and was very angry about it. + +"I have quite decided," she said to Duncan. "This is what I'll do; to +England I will go!" + +(_To be continued._) + + + + +LITTLE MISS PROPRIETY. + +[Illustration] + + "Dainty little maiden, + Sitting there in state, + While the music's calling, + And the dancers wait. + + "A courtly little beau + For your hand is waiting: + What is it, my dear, + That you are debating? + + "Do the pretty slippers + Pinch your tiny feet? + Tell me quickly, dearie, + Why you keep your seat." + + Little maiden answers, + Anger in her face, + "We's not bin intodoost: + It's twite a disgwase!" + +MARY LANG. + + + + +[Illustration: "SHE SAW A CAT'S FACE LOOKING UP AT HER."] + +FIGHTING WITH A SHADOW. + + +"It is much pleasanter to be by oneself, then there is no one to quarrel +with," said Pussy. + +And she stretched herself out on the soft, mossy turf, and half closed +her eyes, purring gently. She was a young cat, and got into much trouble +at home, for she was constantly quarrelling with her brothers and +sisters. She said it was their fault, and they said it was hers. And +Mrs. Grimalkin, the old cat, said that there were faults on both sides. + +"I'm _not_ a bad temper," said Pussy; "and I never quarrel with people +unless they quarrel with me." So saying, she opened her eyes wider, and +looked round. She liked the warm sunshine, and the scent of the flowers, +and the soft velvet turf. + +How pleasant it was! + +"I should like to live here always," she said. "Then Tib, Frisk, and +Kitty would not be able to tease me as they do. It is very annoying to +be tormented all the time, and if one says a word in one's own defence, +one gets blamed for being quarrelsome. The idea of my quarrelling with +any one: it is perfectly absurd." + +And Pussy purred and looked round complacently. + +Presently she crept down to the water's edge, and peeped over into the +smooth glassy stream; and as she did so she saw a cat's face looking up +at her. She stretched out her paw to give it a pat, and the other cat +did the same. Then she drew away, and raised her back as high as she +could. So did the other cat, only it seemed to Pussy as if she were +upside down. + +"So provoking," said Pussy; "just as I fancied I was all alone here, to +find that there is a cat under the water coming up to trouble me. +Probably she has a large family down there, and they will come swarming +up and be as disagreeable as my own sisters and brothers. And how +exceedingly mean of her not to give notice that she was coming. I should +have heard the faintest mew, for everything is so quiet here. It is +evident that her intentions are hostile, or she would not steal up like +a thief. But I will certainly not stand such behaviour." + +And again she put out her paw. + +So did the other cat. + +"Where do you come from?" asked Pussy. But she received no answer. + +"Speak!" said she, impatiently waving her tail. + +The other cat waved in return, but no answer came. Then Pussy began to +get very angry. So did the other cat. + +And they grew fiercer and fiercer, making strange faces at each other, +until at length Pussy became so much enraged that she prepared to spring +upon her enemy, and would the next moment have plunged into the water, +had not some one suddenly seized the tip of her tail. + +She turned to avenge herself upon the new offender, when lo! who should +it be but her own mother, Mrs. Grimalkin, who happened to be out on a +foraging expedition, and chanced to pass that way. + +"You foolish young creature," said she; "if I had not been here you +would have been drowned. Don't you see that it is but your own image in +the water: there isn't another cat there; it is only your own shadow. +But cats as quarrelsome as you are, when they can find no one else to +fight with, will fight even with a shadow." + +J. G. + + + + +PRETTY WORK FOR LITTLE FINGERS. + +EMBROIDERED GLASS-CLOTH. + + +[Illustration: FIG. 1.--PATTERN SQUARE.] + + +This is very pretty and easy work, just the thing for any little folk +who are anxious to help a fancy sale for some good cause, or to make a +nice useful present to a friend, but who have not time or skill to +undertake anything long and difficult. It is very quickly done, and can +be used for toilet-covers and mats (these should be edged with narrow +torchon lace), night-dress cases, aprons, comb-bags, and a number of +useful articles; it is much admired, and always sells well at a bazaar. + +[Illustration: FIG. 2.--BORDER.] + +All you have to do is to get some common glass-cloth, tolerably fine, +with cross-bars of red or blue, and some red or navy blue +knitting-cotton, which you can buy either by the pound or the ball. + + +[Illustration: FIG. 3.--WORKED WITH COTTON.] + +Two ounces will do a quantity of work, and cost about the same as a +ball. With this, which may be either the same colour as that of the +material or the contrasting one, the pattern is worked upon the squares +formed by the cross-bars, as in Fig. 1, and in this way a number of +pretty devices can be formed. Toilet-covers and large aprons should have +a border as in Fig. 2; for mats a single border will suffice. Bags, &c, +may be worked in checquers, every alternate square, or in large +cross-bars, by carrying on Fig. 2 over the whole surface, but when you +choose a large pattern, always count the squares before you cut off your +piece, or you may find the pattern break off in the middle. + +[Illustration: FIG. 4.--WORKED WITH WOOL.] + +I have seen a very effective-looking bag, all the squares of which were +worked over with dark blue cotton, the bars being blue, and two tiny red +stitches worked as in Fig. 3, wherever a simple cross was formed by the +cotton intersecting the stripe of the material. + +Use a darning or crewel needle, and a very long thread, or you will have +to be continually taking fresh. This work is sometimes done with crewel +wool, and in rather a different way, see Fig. 4; but it is not so neat +and pretty, in my opinion, as that done with cotton, and is more +extravagant, since the wool must be used double and every stitch +repeated. + +I once saw a large apron with bib and pocket bordered with squares +worked in this style with bright dark ultramarine crewels, and with +ribbon strings of the same colour; it had a handsome effect. I shall +only say in conclusion that I have no doubt the clever brains and nimble +fingers of some of my young readers will soon be able to improve upon +these simple elementary designs, and to produce some new and more +elaborate ones which will give them all the more pleasure for being of +their own creating. + +SOMERSET. + + + + +STORIES TOLD IN WESTMINSTER ABBEY. + +_By_ EDWIN HODDER ("OLD MERRY"). + + +[Illustration: CLOISTER. WESTMINSTER ABBEY.] + +I.--HOW THE ABBEY WAS BUILT. + +One day some children came to me, and said, "Oh, do please take us out +somewhere on our half-holiday, and show us some of the great sights of +London." Remembering how it had once been my privilege to be one of a +party invited to go over Westminster Abbey, under the guidance of the +late Dean Stanley, and how, from his graphic descriptions, the Abbey had +ever since had an additional wealth of interest to me, I proposed to +these young people that they should meet me some Saturday afternoon, and +I would take them over the Abbey, and tell them all I could remember or +read up about its history. They were delighted with the proposal, and +so to the Abbey we went. + +I should like to take all the readers of LITTLE FOLKS in the same way, +but I remember the story of the British Princess, named St. Ursula, who +undertook to "personally conduct" eleven thousand young maidens to Rome, +and how she came to grief on the return journey, as any one may see who +goes to Cologne, where all their bones are preserved in a church; and as +I should have a great many more followers than she, I think it will be +better if I try in the next six numbers to tell you what I told the +young people who went with me on that Saturday afternoon and on other +afternoons, and as nearly as I can in the same words. + +Now, girls and boys, before we enter the portals of Westminster Abbey, I +want you first to come with me and walk round about it, so as to see it +well from the outside; and first of all, we will post ourselves near to +the great hall built by William Rufus as a portion of his intended +palace. It was upon this spot that Edward the Confessor dwelt, and for +fifteen years watched the erection of the Abbey. But you must not +imagine that the beautiful building that rises so grandly before us as +we stand here to-day is the same that the Confessor reared, for of his +famous church only one or two columns and low-browed arches are now in +existence. Of the edifice we now behold, the central portions were built +by Henry III., the nave was added under the Edwards and Henry V., the +gorgeous eastern chapel was raised by Henry VII., and bears his name, +and the western towers rose when George III. was king. + +But I shall have more to say to you presently about these various +additions. Let us cross over now to St. Margaret's Churchyard, and as we +stroll round the Abbey, I will tell you how it came to be built at all. +To get at the very beginning, we shall have to go back to a time long +before Edward the Confessor sat watching his workmen--to the days when +London was a Roman city, and when the site of modern Westminster was a +marshy tract of ground, crossed by various streams and channels. At that +time the river Thames and one of these channels enclosed an island about +a quarter of a mile long and somewhat less in breadth. It was a marshy +wilderness, and had the character of being "a terrible place," and +amongst its swamps and thickets the huge red deer, with his immense +antlers, and the wild ox found a refuge. When it received a name, it +became known as Thorn-Ey, that is, Isle of Thorns; in later days people +called it Thorney Island. Tradition says that in the midst of the +wilderness there was erected, in the year 154 A.D., a Temple of Apollo. +We are next told that King Lucius, who was said to have been the founder +of a great many English churches, turned the temple into a Christian +sanctuary. Then we hear that in 616 A.D., Sebert, King of Essex, founded +an Abbey here, and dedicated it to St. Peter, "in order to balance the +compliment he had made to St. Paul on Ludgate Hill." All this is very +doubtful, but from the earliest times in history there has been shown a +grave of Sebert as that of the founder of the Abbey. + +Twelve monks of the Benedictine order were placed here by Dunstan, and +suffered a great deal from the Danes, who in these times did much +mischief in England. The last of the Saxon kings who kept up the long +struggle with these pagans was Edward, who by his exile to escape from +their tyranny won the title of Confessor. He was a very strange man, who +seemed never thoroughly happy except when he was sitting in church or +when he was hunting in the woods. He had milk-white hair and beard, rosy +cheeks, "thin white hands, and long transparent fingers." He was +sometimes gentle, sometimes furious; sometimes very grave, going about +with eyes fixed on the ground, sometimes bursting out into wild fits of +laughter. + +Edward returned from his exile accompanied by Norman courtiers and +Norman priests, and full of Norman ideas. He appears to have been very +much delighted with his visits to the great continental cathedrals, so +different from the simple structures of the Saxons. During his troubles +he had vowed to make a pilgrimage to Rome; but the Pope gave him leave +to build an Abbey to St. Peter instead. Edward accordingly resolved to +restore the monastery on the Isle of Thorns, on a very different scale +from anything that had been before attempted in England. + +According to a legend told in after years, there was near Worcester a +holy hermit "of great age, living on fruits and roots," who dwelt "far +from men in a wilderness on the slope of a wood, in a cave deep down in +the grey rock." To this holy man St. Peter appeared one night, and bade +him tell the king that he was released from his pilgrimage, and that at +Thorney, near the city, he must build a Benedictine Abbey, which should +be "the gate of heaven, the ladder of prayer, whence those who serve St. +Peter there shall be by him admitted into Paradise." The hermit wrote +out his dream on parchment, and sent it to the king, who compared it +with the message to the same purpose just received from Rome, and at +once set to work on the project. + +Another story was told to show that Thorney was specially under the +patronage of St. Peter. It was said that on the evening before Mellitus, +first Bishop of London, was about to consecrate the monastery built here +by King Sebert, a fisherman named Edric was engaged by a venerable +stranger to ferry him across to the island. The stranger entered the +church, and assisted by a host of angels, who descended with sweet +odours and flaming candles, dedicated the church with all the usual +ceremonies. Then returning to the awe-struck fisherman, the mysterious +stranger declared himself to be St. Peter, Keeper of the Keys of Heaven, +and that he had consecrated his own Church of St. Peter, Westminster. +When the king and Bishop Mellitus arrived next day, Edric told his +story, and pointed out the marks of the twelve crosses on the church, +the walls within and without moistened with holy water, the letters of +the Greek alphabet written twice over distinctly on the sand, the traces +of the oil, and even the droppings of the angelic candles. The bishop +could not presume to add any further ceremonial, but retired. + +Edward restored the old royal palace close by, and dwelt there fifteen +years, superintending the erection of the Abbey. Dean Stanley says he +spent upon it one-tenth of the property of the kingdom. His end was +approaching when he dedicated the Abbey, on Innocents Day, 1065, and on +the last day of the year he died. I shall tell you about his funeral +later on. + +The edifice stood pretty much as Edward the Confessor left it till the +reign of Henry III., who showed his love for the Abbey first by adding +to it, and then by demolishing it almost entirely, and raising in its +place the building that has been called "the most lovely and lovable +thing in Christendom." In this rebuilding St. Peter was almost lost +sight of, and the Shrine and Chapel of Edward the Confessor became, as +it were, the central idea of the whole. Very lavishly did King Henry +spend his money over the restored Abbey: the cost was at least half a +million, as we should reckon it. His work includes the apse and choir, +the two transepts, one arch of the nave, and the chapter-house; Under +the Edwards the nave unfolded itself farther west, and the Abbot's House +and Jerusalem Chamber were built. Richard II. was very fond of the +Abbey, and rebuilt, at great expense, the famous north portal, often +spoken of as "The Beautiful Gate," or "Solomon's Porch." By Henry V. the +nave was prolonged nearly to its present length. It was just completed +in time for the grand procession to sweep along it when the _Te Deum_ +was sung for the victory at Agincourt. The architect by whom the work +was carried out was Dick Whittington, Lord Mayor of London. + +The next important addition to the Abbey took place in the reign of +Henry VII., when the large eastern chapel which bears that monarch's +name was built. The great wars of York and Lancaster were now over, but +amongst the chief actors in those tragic events there was one who, by +his saintly goodness and sufferings, had left a revered name upon the +lips of Englishmen. Images of Henry VI. were seen in great churches +throughout the country, and stories of his good works and miracles were +everywhere told. Henry VII. promised to build at Westminster a +magnificent chapel, in memory of Henry VI. The Pope promised +"canonisation" (as the making of a new saint is called), and the king +obtained from the Westminster Convent 500 pounds (equal to 5,000 pounds +nowadays) for the transference thither of the holy remains. But they +were never brought from Windsor. Henry dreaded the immense expense, and +completed the chapel as a grand sepulchre for himself and his new +dynasty. + +There is one feature of the Abbey, as seen from the outside, of which I +have not spoken--the western towers. These were built as far as the roof +by Abbot Islip, who witnessed the erection of Henry VII.'s Chapel. Two +hundred and thirty years afterwards Sir Christopher Wren restored +Islip's work, and designed the upper portions. The edifice is not yet +complete, as the square central tower requires a lofty spire to complete +it. + +And so, young people, in the course of centuries, from out "the terrible +place" in the wilderness-island has risen the famous Abbey of +Westminster, the full title of which is the "Collegiate Church, or +Abbey, of St. Peter." We have now got over the dry part of our subject, +so we will enter the Abbey, and as we tread its holy shades together I +shall have more interesting things to tell you about some of the famous +men and women and stormy events that have made it for ever memorable. + + + + +MADGE'S DOVE + + + "Now, Madge," cried Hal, and bent his bow, + "Just watch this famous shot; + See that old willow by the brook-- + I'll hit the middle knot." + Swift flew the arrow through the air, + Madge watched it eager-eyed; + But, oh! for Harry's gallant vaunt, + The wayward dart flew wide. + + Flew wide, and struck his cousin's dove + As, wheeling round and round, + It hovered near--the wounded bird + Fell fluttering to the ground. + And in a moment o'er her pet + Dear Madge is bending low. + Oh, how she blames the faithless dart, + The cruel, cruel bow! + + The dove, soft folded in her hands, + She presses to her breast; + The bird that brought the olive spray + Was never more caressed. + Her tears upon its plumage fall, + They fall like soft warm rain-- + Sure if the bird were dead such love + Would give it life again. + + Poor Hal stands by, and tries to speak + His sorrow and regret; + Madge scarcely hears a word he says + For pity of her pet. + But time, the gentle healer, cures + The wounds of doves and men-- + The days restore to faithful Madge + Her bonnie bird again. + +ROBERT RICHARDSON. + +[Illustration: THE WOUNDED DOVE (_See p._ 16.)] + + + + +OUR SUNDAY AFTERNOONS. + +SOLOMON'S DREAM AT GIBEON. + + +It had been a great day at Gibeon. A thousand animals had been +slaughtered, and laid upon the altar of burnt-offering; and, as the +successive sacrifices were consumed, the flames had ascended, and the +smoke, in curling clouds, had gone up towards heaven in token of +acceptance. + +A new king had come to the throne, a grand, and great, and mighty king, +Solomon, the most comely of the sons of David. The fierce fightings of +David, the man of war, were over. The glittering crown of Israel had +been placed upon the head of Solomon the Peaceable; and the people hoped +great things, and celebrated his accession with loud and hearty +rejoicings. The dominion of Israel extended, as had been promised to +Abraham, from the Euphrates to the river of Egypt. David and his mighty +men had fought and conquered. And now the people of Israel were entering +into rest, and into the enjoyment of that which his sword had won for +them. + +So Solomon, in his gratitude, offered up his thousand burnt-offerings; +and the people, with heart and soul, joined him in praise to God, and +their joyous psalms of thanksgiving went up with the ascending smoke. + +Gibeon, which was a priestly city, lay in the tribe of Benjamin, about +six miles and a half from Jerusalem; and there, in the reign of David, +the Tabernacle, which had been at Shiloh, had somehow come to be +pitched. + +So Gibeon had become an important place; and thither Solomon went to +offer up his sacrifice. + +The flames that had consumed the last animal had died away, and the +cloud of smoke had ceased to go up. The sun that had lighted up the +world had sunk below the horizon, amid clouds of gold and purple, +seemingly well pleased to have witnessed, on this sin-stained earth, so +grand and noble a scene as that of a young and happy, handsome and rich +king, recognising God's providence, and offering up so worthy a +sacrifice of praise and thanksgiving to Him who had placed him upon the +throne. + +The shades of night had fallen upon all, and the joyous king himself had +retired to rest. With a clear conscience and a light heart, he had lain +down, and, after the fatigues of the eventful day, had fallen into a +peaceful sleep. + +For all his subjects loved and honoured Solomon, and gloried in having +him for their king. + +Well might his heart be light and his sleep be sweet. Well might his +face be radiant with joy, even as he lay unconscious upon his bed. But +soon an expression of still greater joy overspread his countenance. A +still brighter light came into his face, and his heart leaped within +him; for, in a dream of the night, God drew near this chosen and +well-beloved son of David, to heap upon him still greater favours. + +Pleased with the love and gratitude and devotion, to which the young +king had given expression by his costly sacrifice, God, who loves a +thankful heart, and pours into it still more of His goodness, visited +the sleeping Solomon in the stillness of the night. + +"Ask what I shall give thee," He said; and as the voice fell upon +Solomon's ear-- + + "The heart of the sleeper beat high in his breast, + Joy quickened his pulse;" + +for that was the voice that he then most loved, and most desired to +hear. + +And what an exceedingly gracious offer it made! To get whatever he +should desire! Had ever grandest king been so favoured? But what should +he ask for--this youthful king, to whom life was just opening out as a +pleasant paradise, offering him all that seemed worth the coveting? Was +there anything yet wanting to him? How many things he might have +requested! + +His father is said to have died, at the age of seventy years, feeble and +broken down. Would he, in so short a time, be tired of living? Would he, +so soon, be ready to leave the glory and honour to which he had been +called? Should he ask for length of days? Should he request that, till +he had reached an age exceeding that of Methuselah, the cold hand of +death might not be laid upon him, and the greedy and all-devouring tomb +might not claim him as its victim? Should he ask that he might plant his +feet upon the neck of all his enemies, not one daring to raise up a +finger against him? Or should he desire that the vast riches, that had +been heaped up by his father during his long and victorious wars, and +that had been left to him, might be still further increased, and that he +might be the richest and grandest king on the face of the earth? Or +should he ask that he might become so famous, that so long as the world +should endure, his name might be a household word, not only amongst his +own people, but in distant lands, from east to west, and from north to +south, wherever the foot of man might tread? + +[Illustration: VIEW NEAR GIBEON.] + +Oh, no! All these things, which many would have desired, were to him but +empty things of earth, trifles that must pass away, vain bubbles that +must burst and disappear, leaving behind them no true and lasting +benefit. His thoughts did not dwell upon them, but upon higher, and +better, and nobler things. + +[Illustration] + +He, the last born of David's sons, had been chosen before all his +brethren, to sit upon the glorious throne of his father. Those over whom +he had been called to rule were the chosen people of God. They had been +taken out of all the nations of the world to be His own peculiar people, +and to witness, amidst the idolatrous nations around them, to the living +and true God. The heart of God was set upon them. His love was freely +poured out upon them, and He had bound them to Himself, closely as a man +bound around him his valued girdle. They were the descendants of +faithful Abraham, of Isaac, and Jacob. They had become great, and mighty, +and powerful, spreading themselves out like the cedars of Lebanon, and +flourishing like the stately palms. All the surrounding nations looked +upon them as the favoured of Heaven, and feared them. + +And he was called to rule them--he, so young and so inexperienced! It +was his mission to rule them with justice, to train them in the paths of +righteousness, and to bring them still nearer to Him who had chosen +them. + +And how should he accomplish it? How small and insignificant he felt, +and how utterly worthless! How he seemed to dwindle into nothing beside +the great work that he was called to do! And yet how anxious he was to +do it well! How he longed to be like his father David, a true shepherd +to his people! How his heart yearned over his subjects; and how greatly +he desired to govern them aright, and to be the channel through which +the blessings of the great King of Heaven might be poured down upon +them! + +Yes, that was the one thing he desired--worthily to perform the great +work which had been given him to do. And young and inexperienced as he +was, he could not do it of himself, and he must ask for the needful +wisdom. + +A shade of regret for a moment darkened the face of the sleeper as he +thought of his own inefficiency. But it soon passed away. There was +wisdom for the asking; and his bright red lips moved in humble prayer. + +"O Lord," he murmured in deep reverence, "Thou hast showed great mercy +unto David my father, and hast made me to reign in his stead. And Thy +servant is in the midst of Thy people, which thou hast chosen--a great +people that cannot be counted for multitude. I am but a little child. I +know not how to go out, or to come in. Give me now wisdom and knowledge, +for who can judge this Thy people that is so great?" + +How pleasing to God were the deep humility expressed in this prayer, the +discernment of the great work that he was called to do; the earnest +desire to be fitted to do it nobly and well, and the utter forgetfulness +of all earthly glory and fame! + +There was no word of reproach, no saying that as the son of David he +ought to be well qualified for governing. Only the gracious answer came, +that, because all this was in the heart of the young king, because he +had made the worthy fulfilment of his mission the grand aim of his life, +wisdom and knowledge were granted to him. And because he had desired +these rather than long life, or riches, or honour, or the lives of his +enemies, there should also be given to him riches, and wealth, and +honour, such as no king had ever enjoyed before him or should ever know +after him. And if he served God faithfully, as his father David had +done, length of days, also, should be added unto him. + +The young king awoke, "and, behold it was a dream." But it was not one +of those fanciful dreams, that come and go, and mean nothing. It was a +dream from God, a great reality, as he was soon to prove. + +From that time Solomon became noted for his wisdom and knowledge. On +the most difficult points he was able to give a just judgment, that +astonished all who heard it. "And the people feared him; for they saw +that the wisdom of God was in him." + +His wisdom excelled that of all the wise men of the east, and the +understanding of even the wise men of Egypt sank into the shade when +compared with his. + +He gave his people three thousand proverbs. He wrote a thousand and five +songs; one of them which is called the "Song of Songs," or the "Song of +Solomon," and which has a place in the Bible, having a depth of +beautiful meaning, which only the very wise can understand. He knew all +about the trees, from the kingly cedar that reared its proud head on the +famous heights of Lebanon, to the humble hyssop that sprang out of the +wall. He could tell the nature of each, describe its flowers and its +fruit, and point out of what it was symbolic. The beasts of the earth, +the fowls of the air, the fishes of the sea, and even the creeping +things were all to him as an open book. He could tell for what each was +created, and what lesson each was intended to convey. He could answer +the most difficult questions that any one could put to him; and his fame +rapidly spread through all the countries of the then known world. + +He became so rich, too, that silver and gold were as common as the +stones that he saw lying in the streets, as he rode through Jerusalem in +his open chariot, clothed in white, threads of glittering gold mixed +with his jet black hair. + +He erected the glorious temple, which for grandeur and magnificence +stood unrivalled; and time would fail to tell of the splendour of his +throne, of his palace, and of the palace which he built for his +favourite wife. + +In almost all countries, his name has been familiar; and, to this day, +the wild Arabs will tell wondrous stories about him, as they gather at +night round their blazing fires. His grandeur and wisdom have ever since +been proverbial; and even Jesus, when He wished to compare the lilies of +the field with something very magnificent, spoke of "Solomon in all his +glory." + +The great king, however, did not get length of days, because he +afterwards grievously fell. But, without darkening this story with the +account of his subsequent sins, let us try rather to learn some of the +useful lessons that it is intended to teach. Perhaps you have already +found them out. + +Like Solomon, we have all in life a great work to do, and we all lack +wisdom. But we have only, as St. James tells us, to "ask of God," who +giveth to _all_ men liberally, without reproaching them for their +foolishness. And if we seek the wisdom that comes from above--the wisdom +of Jesus Christ, we need have no fear; for, as the great Master Himself +tells us, all other things will be added unto us. + +H. D. + + + + +BIBLE EXERCISES FOR SUNDAY AFTERNOONS. + + +1. Which is the only miracle of our Lord that is related by all the four +Evangelists? + +2. What city, after its destruction, was sown with salt, as a sign of +the barrenness and desolation that its enemies wished to see come upon +it? + +3. How many lepers are we told, were cleansed by our Lord? + +4. Whence did Solomon procure the pattern according to which he built +the Temple? + +5. Where does the psalmist call God the health of the countenance? + +6. What is the only occasion on which we read of Jesus sleeping? + +7. Where is Mary, the mother of Jesus, last mentioned. + +8. Where do we read that, while, in the reign of David, the old +Tabernacle remained at Gibeon, a new tent was pitched at Jerusalem for +the ark of the Lord? + +9. In which place, after the pitching of the new Tabernacle, did the +high priest officiate? + +10. Where do we find that Solomon, on his accession, recognised the +sanctity of both places? + +11. Where is there a prophecy of Jonah concerning Israel, not recorded +in the Bible, alluded to in the history of the kings? + +12. From what words of St. Paul do we gather that other Christians; +besides Stephen, were put to death during the persecution at Jerusalem? + +ANSWERS TO BIBLE EXERCISES (61-72. See Vol. XIX., p. 346). + +61. In Lev. xix. 14, and Deut. xxvii. 18. + +62. In St. Matt. xxvi. 30, and St. Mark xiv. 26. + +63. In Gen. xviii. 14; Jer. xxxii. 17, 27; Job xlii. 2; St. Matt. xix. +26; St. Mark x. 27, xiv. 36; St. Luke i. 37, xviii. 27. + +64. In St. Mark xii. 41-44; St. Luke xxi. 1-4; and 2 Cor. viii. 12. + +65. Of the mother of Samson, Judges xiii. 2-24, xiv. 2-9; and Hannah, +the mother of Samuel, 1 Sam. i., ii. 1-10, 18-21. + +66. In Judges xiv. 12-19; and Ezek. xvii. 1-10. + +67. Proverbs xii. 10. + +68. In St. Matt. vi. 25-34; and St. Luke xii. 22-30. + +69. In St. Matt, xxiii. 5. + +70. St. John xvii. 4. + +71. In Lev. xix. 13; and Deut. xxiv. 14, 15. + +72. In Deut. xxi. 22, 23. + + + + +NESSIE'S ADVENTURE. + +[Illustration: "THEY BROUGHT HER HOME IN TRIUMPH, A MERRY SIGHT TO +SEE."] + + + Nessie was lost--her brothers + Had sought her high and low: + Where in the world was Baby? + Nobody seemed to know. + + "Mother," at last said Harry, + "Now don't you be afraid; + We'll make up a grand search party, + And find our little maid." + + Harry led forth his followers, + Down by the willowed pond, + Past the old grey turnstile, + And into the woods beyond. + + They searched by stream and meadow, + They searched 'neath hedge and tree; + "Where," said the puzzled children, + "Where can the truant be?" + + At last, at last they found her, + In a meadow far away, + Under a sheltering haystack, + Asleep 'mid the fragrant hay. + + They brought her home in triumph, + A merry sight to see, + With flags and banners flying, + And songs of victory. + + + + +TOO YOUNG FOR SCHOOL. + +_By the Author of "Harry Maxwell; or, Schoolboy Honour."_ + + +"Here, I say, old fellow! what's the matter? you look as sulky as a +brown bear. And where's your cap gone? I say now, _do_ wake up! You'll +catch it if old Jacky catches you." + +"Let me be. You would look sulky if you had a little chap of a brother +sent to school, miles too young to come at all, and had got to look +after him and keep him out of scrapes, and show him how to get on with +his lessons, and keep the fellows from bullying him." + +"Why in the world did he come, Graham?" + +"Oh, don't bother, Johnny, old man," and as he spoke, Hubert Graham drew +his arm away from the parapet over which he was leaning with book in +hand, and turning round a frank, honest-looking face towards the boy who +was questioning him, passed his hand over his eyes, and added, "What can +have come to Uncle Charlie to make him send Chris off like this, I can't +think. Middle of term too!" + +"Well, how is it?--explain to me--but--I say, old fellow, where's your +cap? you'll be in no end of a row if you lose it, you know." + +Up went Hubert Graham's hand to his head, as he answered in a bewildered +way, "Cap! Haven't I got--" and then hastily turning, and looking over +the parapet, he exclaimed, "Oh! I say, Seton, just look there!" and he +burst out into a hearty laugh as he added "One of those barge boys has +just fished it up out of the water, and he's holding it up in triumph to +me. I must have been dreaming. It's out of bounds," he went on, with a +face of dismay. + +[Illustration: "LEANING WITH BOOK IN HAND" (_p. 21_).] + +"I wonder if the fellow will bring it up to me." + +"Not he," said Seton. + +Dr. Thornley's boys were not allowed to go, without special leave, any +nearer the town on the outskirts of which the school was situated than +the bridge over which Hubert had been leaning. The approach of a master +solved the difficulty. Hubert Graham went up to him. "If you please, +sir, I was leaning over the parapet, and my cap fell into the river. A +bargee has picked it up. May I run and get it?" + +The master looked over, and laughed. "Perhaps he won't give it up. You +may go and try." + +When Hubert Graham returned to the bridge in triumph so far as the +possession of a very wet cap was concerned, but rather low in his mind +at having had to pay the exacting bargee a shilling out of his somewhat +scanty store of pocket-money, he found John Seton lingering about for +him. + +"I say," he said, "I want to know about your uncle, and the little one. +He's a jolly little man though; I expect he'll make his way." + +"But there's a terrible set in the lower school for him to make his way +with, and he a mere baby." + +"Well! he's seven--and that seems like a baby to us, to be sure," said +magnificent fourteen years, speaking in the person of John Seton; "and +you're right. They _are_ a set; I wish I was the prefect in his +dormitory, but I'm not. Tell me how he came here in such a hurry?" + +"Well, you needn't talk about it to the other fellows. Father and mother +are in India. Father's regiment was ordered abroad four years ago, and +mother went with him. There were three of us, and we were sent to Uncle +Charlie to take care of. I was eight years old then, Nellie was five, +and Chris three years old. Uncle was jolly and kind, and sent me here +when I was ten. Just before the summer holidays were over Uncle Charlie +married, and I'm sure our new aunt does not care for us to be there. But +I never thought they'd send Chris to school. I wonder what they'll do +with Nellie?" + +"Can't you write to your father?" + +"I will directly, but it's so long before I can hear." + + * * * * * + +A poor little fellow taken from the nursery. A brave, bright little man +enough, but oh! so young, so pitifully young to be sent to a school +where there were fifty or sixty boys in what was called the lower school +only! Poor little Christopher! If his mother could have seen him! He +came--bright--happy--full of life, determined to like it; but before two +days were over his little soul was full of misery. The boys of ten and +eleven years became his dread and torment. On the second day he saw +nothing of Hubert till the evening, and then he said, "Hubert, why +couldn't I go to our grandfather?" + +"Nobody even thought of such a thing, Chris. I don't expect our +grandfather would like us." + +"How do you know?" said the child. + +"Oh! don't bother," returned his brother. "Only by what I've heard nurse +say. She was talking one day to Jane, and she said, 'The children would +have gone to General Graham's, only, you know, he was angry with master +for marrying, and so master never asked him to have them.' I asked nurse +what she meant, and she was vexed that I'd heard it, and said it was +nothing I could understand." + +"But I am so miserable here." + +"Try to like it. Seton says you can go into his study to-night, and do +your exercises. The fellows in the school don't leave you alone, do +they, Chris?" + +"No," said poor little Chris; "they don't." And sitting in Seton's +little study that night the child found comfort for the first time. + +And for a few days things seemed better. But it was not to last. Those +boys in the lower school, who had tormented him before, were worse than +ever, now that they thought he was being made a favourite of by one of +the senior boys, and the poor little fellow had no peace. He complained +bitterly to his brother, but it was no good. Hubert said it would only +make the boys ten times worse if he interfered. "And never mind, old +fellow," he said; "it's half-holiday to-morrow, and you'll get some +jolly games." + +"Jolly games," thought poor little Christopher; "I know better. They +won't be very jolly to _me_." + +And then Christopher made up his mind, and in his brave little heart +determined to tell no one, but to run away, if he only could, to his +grandfather. He knew the way to the station from the school, and he knew +that trains went direct to a station called Kingsdown, where Uncle +Charlie always went when he visited grandfather. "After all, he can't be +worse than the boys," he said to himself. "And Hubert can't help me." + +But Hubert did care. His smothered indignation and anxiety knew no +bounds, and the very night that Chris made up his mind to run away, long +after the other boys in his dormitory were asleep, Hubert lay awake +thinking how he could help his little brother. He fancied he heard a +noise in one of the dormitories. It seemed, he thought, to come from the +direction of the one in which Christopher was. He raised himself on his +elbow to listen, and muttered to himself, "They shall only wait till +to-morrow, and then those two fellows, Howard and Peters, shall have a +piece of my mind. They're the ringleaders. It shall be the worse for +them if they've been frightening him to-night." + +[Illustration: "SITTING IN SETON'S LITTLE STUDY."] + +And he lay there listening till all seemed quiet, and then saying to +himself, "The poor little chap is at peace now, I expect," he turned +round, and dropped off to sleep. + +But he had not been listening quite long enough. + +Little Christopher waited till all the boys in his room were sound +asleep, pinching himself to keep himself awake; then out of bed he +crept, felt for his clothes, which were close at hand, huddled them on, +put his feet into his felt slippers, as he dared not put on any boots, +and got out in the passage. His bed was near the door, which was +fortunate, for he thought, if he had had to pass many of the boys' beds, +his courage would have failed him. Down the stairs he stole--oh! how +they creaked--and unfastening the shutters of one of the school-room +windows, got out of it into the garden. But ah! he hadn't calculated on +the big dog, whose kennel was hard by, and who was out in a moment. + +"Dear, darling Ponto," cried the poor little fellow; "don't bark, my +dear." And up he went, and stroked and patted the great mastiff, who, +already knowing the little fellow, put his paws on his shoulders, and +licked his face with great appreciation. For Christopher was tenderly +kind to animals, and he was rewarded for this now in his day of deep +distress. Ponto did not bark. + +Christopher whispered to him. "Ponto, I'm very unhappy. I'm running +away. I wish I could take you with me. I only love you here; excepting +Hubert, and he can't help me;" and away he stole. + +As he got into the high road the early dawn of morning gave him a little +light. + +All was consternation in the school later, in the morning. A boy +missing! Dr. Thornley summoned the whole school before him. Could any +boy give him any information? + +[Illustration: "HUBERT LAY AWAKE" (_p. 23_).] + +Hubert came forward. "He said he should run away yesterday, sir; but I +had no notion the poor boy would or could, or I'd never have left him +last night." + +"Why?--for what reason?" said Dr. Thornley, his face growing sterner and +graver. + +John Seton came forward. "I'm afraid, sir, there's very bad bullying in +the lower school." + +"So bad as this, that a boy should run away!" said the doctor; "and you +a prefect!" + +The colour mounted high in John Seton's fine young face. + +"I've not had anything to do with the discipline the three weeks since +Graham minor has been here, sir; but some of us meant to speak. It could +not go on." + +"May I go after him, sir?" said Hubert, his voice quivering with +anxiety. + +"I have sent to search for him in all directions," said the doctor. "A +poor little child like that might meet with many mishaps. I am +surprised," and his voice shook, "that none of you bigger boys let me +know of any of this base, low, ungentlemanly conduct." + +The expression on the countenances of some of the boys of the lower +school, as these words fell from the doctor's lips, may be imagined. + +Dr. Thornley was the kindest-hearted of men, but there were certain +offences that moved him greatly; and when moved to wrath, the boys knew +he could be terrible. + +"I must find this all out; and if the boys who have been bullying little +Graham have not the bravery to come forward, and confess it of their own +free will, I must take measures to discover who they were. But I warn +them," added the doctor, "that if I find them out before they have come +forward and freely confessed their base conduct, their time at this +school will be short. To-day is a half-holiday. All the lower school +will keep within bounds to-day." + +At that instant "Old Jacky," as the boys called him, the school porter, +brought the doctor a telegram. His face wore a look of great relief as +he read it. And he turned to poor Hubert. + +"Your brother is safe." Then to the school he said, "I have just had +this telegram, which I will read, 'General Sir Henry Graham, Sefton +Court, to Dr. Thornley, Middleborough. Christopher Graham safe with me. +Shall make full inquiries.'" + +[Illustration: "FAST ASLEEP, WITH HIS HEAD ON THE DOG" (_p. 25_).] + +At Sefton Court the same morning all was lazy and quiet. The blinds +drawn down the entrance door side of the house to keep out the sun, but +doors and windows thrown wide open. An old gentleman sitting in his +library, reading his paper. Something made the old gentleman restless. +He fidgeted. Something was wrong with his glasses. Then to himself he +said, "I wish Henry was here. Shall write by next mail. Why shouldn't +his wife come home, and bring the children here? I don't half like it +now that Charlie's married. Perhaps she won't like the children. Got a +craze on education too. They overdo it. Dear me! I wonder where that +fellow Thomas is?" + +And up got the old gentleman, and walked to the door. He had no sooner +opened it than he gave a great start. "Hullo! What on earth is this?" +What was it he saw? + +His own old dog, Bevis, whose favourite sleeping-place was the mat at +his door, lying there as usual, but not asleep. Wide awake, as if on +guard. And marvel of marvels! a dear little fair-haired boy fast, fast +asleep, with his head on the dog, who was lying so as to make himself +into as comfortable a pillow as possible. + +The old gentleman stared hard for a minute, then began to shout for +Thomas, which woke the child, and he began to sob. + +[Illustration: "THEY WERE ALL THREE ASSEMBLED" (_p. 26_).] + +"There, there!" said the old general. "Who are you? You oughtn't to have +come in without leave." By this time poor little Christopher, for it +was he, had collected his scattered faculties, and catching hold of one +of General Graham's hands, cried, "You're grandfather. Do take care of +me. I'm so unhappy at school; I think I'm too little. So I said I'd come +off to you. You wouldn't be as bad as the boys!" + +"Who? who?" stammered the poor old general. + +"I'm little Christopher Graham. Uncle Charlie sent me to school, and I'm +too little, I expect. I ran away. I know it was naughty, but forgive me, +and don't send me back. I had five shillings in my box, and I ran away +in the night, and came here by the train in the morning; and I asked +where you lived, and I walked here from the station, and I saw the door +wide open, and I thought as it was grandfather's house I might come in; +and I was afraid of the dog, but he didn't hurt me, and I knelt down to +pat him, and I suppose I was very tired, for I can't remember any more." + +But he needed to say no more, for he was in his grandfather's arms. And +Thomas was close by, and brought some warm tea very quickly; and a +kind-looking old lady came, who said to Christopher she was his great +Aunt Susan, and that he must be undressed and have a warm bath, and go +to bed to get a sound sleep before they let him tell them anything else. + +The very next evening Aunt Susan called Christopher into the library. +There was his very own Nellie sitting on grandfather's knee, and Hubert +standing by! + +Dr. Thornley had given Hubert one day's holiday to go and see +Christopher. Later in the evening they were all three assembled in a +pleasant cosy room, looking over funny old picture-books, which kind +Aunt Susan turned out of her treasures. + +"'All's well that ends well,'" said Hubert; "but you mustn't run away +from school when you're bigger, old boy. You're only forgiven because +you're a baby, you know." + +And his grandfather said to him later on-- + +"My boy, in the battle-field no soldier worthy to bear the name of +'Englishman' ever turned his back on the enemy. What you had to bear was +hard; but you turned your back on your enemy when you ran away. And you +bear an ancient name, and you come of a noble race. We must do our Duty, +come what will." + +And Christopher never forgot these words. + + + + +THE HOME OF THE BEADS. + + +Who would believe it? + +You may well open your eyes, and shake your little heads incredulously, +but nevertheless it is a positive fact, that Venice, the fair Queen of +the Adriatic, sends forth every year no less than three thousand tons of +glass beads, for the adornment of your sisters big and little in all the +four quarters of the globe. + +[Illustration: GONDOLA.] + +The largest buyers of these pretty dainty toys are the Roman peasant +women. America follows closely in their footsteps, Great Britain's turn +comes next, then Germany puts in a modest claim, while the worst +customers of all are the Scandinavians, to whose deep, earnest, +thoughtful nature the glittering baubles appear mere useless trifles. +Among the Russian, Turkish, and Hungarian women, only the richest +classes indulge in these ornaments; they are scarcely ever seen among +the people, which may perhaps be explained by the fact that they would +not at all suit the various national costumes. + +All those customers, however, who belong in reality to the civilised +nations (for, as a rule, the higher the cultivation, the less are these +shining ornaments appreciated), only demand the cheaper kinds of glass +beads. The best and dearest, the so-called _perle di luce_, find their +way to India and Africa, to the half-civilised and wholly savage races. +And here, the long strings of gay glistening beads do not merely serve +as finishing-touches to the costume, but form the principal ornament, +and cover the neck, arms, hair, and slender ankles of many a Hindoo or +Malay maiden, while among the Ethiopians they often represent the sole +article of dress. By these people, the glass pearls are indeed looked +upon as treasures, and the pretty string of Roman or Venetian beads +which you, my little maiden, lay aside so carelessly, is among them the +cause of as much heart-burning and anxious hopes and fears as the most +costly diamond necklace would be among English people. + +Japan, too, is not a bad market for their sale; whereas China again will +have none of them, and turns her back rudely on fair Venice and its +industry. + +But come! Here lies a gondola ready to our hand--the boatman seems +intuitively to have read our wishes, and as we glide over the blue +rippling waters in which the stately palaces are mirrored clear and +lifelike, we seem to see a second Venice reflected beneath us. Gradually +we approach the island of Murano, on which is situated the largest of +the seven great bead manufactories of Venice, and here Herr Weberbeck, a +German, employs no less than 500 men and women. Altogether about 6,000 +people earn their livelihood (and a poor one it is), by this wonderfully +pretty industry, while the value of the exports amounts yearly to the +sum of 300,000 pounds. + +The manufacture itself surprises us by the great simplicity which +characterises it. The first stage is getting the liquid mass of glass +about to be operated upon into a thorough state of toughness and +pliability: one should be able to pull it like rosin or sealing-wax. The +colouring of the mass is done while it is still in the furnace, by +adding various chemicals, the principal of which are arsenic, saltpetre, +antimony, and lead. + +The next process is drawing out the long glass pipes. This is most +interesting. Let us, therefore, watch the man yonder, one of the +glass-blowers, as, by means of an iron rod, he carefully lifts a ball of +liquid glass, about the size of a small melon, from the open furnace, +and with another simple instrument makes an indentation in the outer +circle, nearly the size of that one sees at the bottom of a wine-bottle. +His colleague, meanwhile, has done exactly the same to another ball of +glass, and as they both press their balls together, the two outer +circles merge into one, and the air inside the hollow spaces is +completely shut off. Now the workmen draw back the iron rods, which are +still attached to the hot mass, and a glass thread is seen connecting +them to the centre ball. Then, keeping the strictest military time, the +glass-blowers march off in opposite directions, to about the distance of +a hundred yards, and the glowing glass thread spins itself off from both +balls, until it is exhausted, or until the cold air hardens it. The +imprisoned air has likewise, however, been spun out, and thus a hollow +pipe, instead of a solid rod, has been formed, and so prepared the hole +for the future beads. + +The glass threads vary in thickness, from that of a pencil to that of a +very thin knitting-needle. Those intended for beads of mixed colours are +drawn out just in the same way, the only difference being that in that +case the glass ball, as soon as it is taken from the furnace, is dipped +in various coloured masses of liquid glass, which then form layers, one +over the other, like the layers of an onion. + +Sometimes, very tiny lumps of coloured glass are stuck on the glass +balls, which then form parti-coloured stripes on the glass threads. The +separating and sorting of the threads or pipes, which are now broken up +into lengths of about three feet, is a widely-spread home-industry in +Venice, and if we go down to the lower parts of the Lagoon city, where +the people dwell, we shall see numbers of women and children seated +before large baskets, out of which glass pipes protrude like the quills +of a gigantic porcupine. With fingers spread wide apart, they carefully +weigh and feel the contents of the baskets, till they have sorted all +the pipes, according to their sizes. The different bundles are then +carried back to the factory, where they are placed in a machine, not +unlike a chaff-cutter, and cut up into small pieces. It is amusing to +watch the coloured shower as it falls. Do not be afraid, but just place +your hand beneath, to catch the glittering stream, and it will almost +seem as if you had taken hold of a shower of hailstones. + +Any pointed or jagged bits having been cut off, the beads are now rolled +in fine sand, which has been carefully heated in earthen jars, until +just warm enough to soften the outside of the glass, so that a gentle +friction would rub off the sharp edges. The sand gets into the holes in +the beads, prevents them from closing up during this process, and ere +we can believe it possible, they come forth round, perfect, and +complete. The larger and smaller ones are now separated and sorted by +simply shaking them in different-sized sieves, and any beads that +require an extra amount of polish are thrown into small bags filled with +marl, and vigorously tossed and shaken. + +Much more complicated is the manufacture of the _perle di luce_, or +beads of light, which so delight the natives of India and Africa. The +name is taken from the way in which they are prepared, namely, by means +of a jet of intense flame, and great skill and dexterity is required on +the part of the workman, who can display his talent and originality by +ornamenting them with flowers and arabesques. The combined effects of +light and colour are often very beautiful, and seem a fit adornment for +all those eastern and southern nations over whom a halo of fable and +romance is cast. + +In the interior of Africa, these _perle di luce_ are frequently used as +payment instead of coin, and the cunning Arab, in whose hands almost the +whole of the trade lies, generally turns to his own profit the delight +that the innocent negresses exhibit at his gay wares. + +But contrary to what one might expect, the black, woolly-headed children +of Nature show a strange distaste for _glossy_ beads; so much so indeed, +that the Venetians find it necessary to deaden the natural brilliancy +which all glass obtains when it becomes cold, by grinding it, and thus +softening the otherwise shining surface. + +Notwithstanding all this, however, the bead industry of Venice is but a +poorly-paid one; only the most skilful among the hands can manage to +make a decent livelihood. Not very many of the women can earn more than +about 4-1/2d. a day, so that for them all the fast-days decreed by their +Church are quite superfluous; _their_ fasts last from Ash Wednesday to +Ash Wednesday. Even polenta, that very frugal Italian national dish, is +for them only a Sunday's treat; the rest of the week nature provides +them with turnips and other roots, great piles of which, cooked on an +open hearth, greet us in all the streets of Venice, where they are +eagerly devoured by the hungry crowd. And yet these poor people work +hard to give pleasure and delight to both great and little folk. + +Truly they exemplify the old proverb, "Some must sow, that others may +reap." + +M. H. + +[ANSWER TO "OUR IMAGINARY DISSOLVING VIEWS"--VI. (_See Vol. XIX., p. +351._) 1. Henrietta, Maria. 2. Vandyke's picture of Charles I. and his +queen: the children were afterwards Charles II. and James II. 3. The +Fronde. 4. Trial of Charles I. in Westminster Hall.] + + + + +A PRACTICAL JOKE. + + + 'Twas noon-tide on a summer day, + And in a hammock Bruin lay, + Studying the price of pork and veal, + And wondering how to get a meal, + And what his little ones would do + If all the papers said was true. + + The sun was very warm that day, + And having trudged a weary way + In search of food, 'twas no surprise + That Mr. Bruin shut his eyes + Now and again, and did not see + Two monkeys o'er him in the tree. + + "Hurrah!" they whispered, "here's a chance + Of making Mr. Bruin dance! + Oft has he put us in a fix: + We'll pay him out now for his tricks, + And let him know that, though we're small, + We're not so harmless after all!" + +[Illustration: "'TWAS NOON-TIDE ON A SUMMER DAY, AND IN A HAMMOCK BRUIN +LAY."] + +[Illustration: "UPON THE GROUND, WITH ACHING BONES, POOR BRUIN MINGLED +SIGHS AND GROANS."] + + Then, knife in hand, one monkey passed + From branch to branch, until at last + He reached the bough wherefrom was hung + Old Bruin's hammock, firmly slung; + And made one sudden vigorous slash + Through all the ropes: then--crash, crash, crash! + + Upon the ground, with aching bones, + Poor Bruin mingled sighs and groans, + Compelled to linger there and hear + The monkeys' frequent taunt and jeer, + While "What's the price, of bear's grease, please?" + Went echoing through the forest trees. + +G. W. + + + + +LITTLE TOILERS OF THE NIGHT. + +I.--THE PRINTER'S READING-BOY. + + +It is a gusty Friday night just after Easter. A night full of wind which +comes in sudden blasts and drives the sharp shining rain along the +streets so that it seems to pierce through coats and umbrellas, and +makes such a quick pattering sound upon the pavement that people who are +indoors, and just going to bed, pull aside their window-curtains, look +out at the flickering lights, and feel glad to be at home. + +Looking up from between the tall flat walls of the houses in a narrow +court in Fleet Street, London, any one who has eyes can see the gleam of +the moon, and the two or three stars that hang in the long strip of blue +overhead. They can hear the rumble of the late cab, and the tramp of the +policeman outside so plainly that these sounds are quite startling. For +all day long Fleet Street is a busy place, with thousands of people +going up and down, and hundreds of carts, cabs, waggons, cars, and +carriages, hustling in the roadway, and people who have only seen and +heard it in the day-time are surprised to find how silent and deserted +it is at midnight. + +But in the narrow court, and in many other courts and passages close by, +there are other sounds and other lights than the noise of the +policeman's boots and the gleaming of the stars. Any one who is standing +there may hear a curious buzzing, and now and then a dull thump, and +looking about may see more than one big building with its windows all +aglow, and the shadows of people moving across them. Now and then a door +will open, and a lad, perhaps without a cap, and with his jacket tied +round his neck by the sleeves, will rush out as though the place were on +fire and he had been sent to fetch an engine. + +If you are standing near the door you will have to get out of the way of +that lad, or he will be likely to run you down, or jam you against the +wall, for he is in a hurry. He is not going to fetch an engine, for if +you watch him he scampers down the next court, or perhaps across Fleet +Street, and in less time than you can get your breath properly, is back +with a tray piled with steaming mugs, and plates of thick +bread-and-butter; and while you are wondering how he can have got them +so quickly, and whether he will ever carry them up that steep flight of +stairs behind the door of the big building, he gives a shout that seems +to make twenty echoes, and then you lose sight of him. + +In those big buildings with the dark doors and the lighted windows the +news of the week is being printed, that people may read it in the +papers. There the printers are at work, and will be at work all night; +the lad who has just gone in is a printer's lad, and because of some +part of the work he has to do he is called a "reading-boy." + +Nearly every day this week numbers of letters and telegrams and written +accounts of various things that have taken place in different parts of +the world have been coming in to this building. When they come in the +editor looks at them and sends them up to the chief compositor. The +"compositors," up in the top rooms where the lights are shining, stand +before large wooden trays or "cases," each of which is divided into a +number of small squares, like boxes without lids. These boxes hold what +are called the types. The types are little slips of metal, and on the +end of each slip is stamped a letter. One of the boxes in the tray holds +the a's, another the b's, another the c's, and the capital letters and +the stops also have their proper places. When the compositor has the +writing before him on his case, he takes a small metal box open at one +end, and of the proper width, in his left hand, and with his right hand +picks up one by one the metal letters that spell the words which are on +the page. These he places in the box with the letter end upwards, +putting a slip of metal without any letter upon it to make a space +between each word. When he has filled his box he lifts all the letters +carefully out without jumbling any of them up together, stands them in a +tray, and keeps them from falling down by placing a flat rule of brass +against the side of them. When he has set up so many of these metal +letters that they are enough, when properly arranged in columns, to make +a whole page of printing, they are all brought close together and then +tightly fastened in a kind of frame, so that they are quite firm. They +are next sent downstairs and placed on the _press_, or printing-machine. +Large smooth rollers spread a thin coating of ink upon this metal page, +and then the sheet of white paper is brought very firmly against it by a +strong machine, which presses so evenly that the ink is stamped from the +metal page of the types on to the paper. When that paper is removed it +is a printed page, with the same words upon it that the compositor read +upon the letter or written page sent in a little while ago. All night +long these types with the letters upon them are being set up, all night +long patient men pick up the metal letters and form them into pages; +all night long the steam engine is going, and the letters from the inky +metal pages are being stamped upon the clean white paper, which, when it +is printed all over, will contain the week's history of the world, and +will be read by thousands of people. + +There are many lads in this printing-office, and all night they are +running up and down with letters and sheets of writing and printing, or +are cleaning the inky surface of the metal pages, or helping to fix up +the frames. But why are some of them called "reading-boys?" + +Of course when the metal letters are set up mistakes will occur now and +then; so in the first impression printed from the type, before it is +made up into the pages for printing already referred to and fastened +into the metal frame, these mistakes must be put right. To do this one +person takes the writing from which the type was set up, and another the +impression from the type, and the man or boy who has the writing reads +it aloud distinctly, while the other, who has the impression from the +type, reads that to himself at the same time, and compares what he sees +there with what he hears being read. If he comes to a word where there +is a mistake he makes a mark against it, and sets it right. When the +mistakes are all marked, the compositor sets them right by putting in +the proper letters and words, instead of the wrong ones, and then +another impression is printed to see whether all is right this time. +These impressions that are read for mistakes are called "proofs," +because they prove whether the work has been properly done. Sometimes, +if the reading-boy is very clever, he can read the first writing, but +the writing is very often so bad that even the men who set up the metal +types can hardly read it. It is not pleasant work to sit all night in a +close little hot room, with the gas flaring, and to hear the din, and +feel the rolling of the great machinery, while you have to read all +sorts of things that you don't care much for, and haven't time to think +about; but that is what the "reading-boy" has often to do, though he +sometimes has a good deal of running up and down stairs, and now and +then rushes out to fetch tea, bread-and-butter, bacon, and other things +for the men, or for himself and his companions. It is to get a second +supply of these dainties that the boy whom we saw just now comes out +again head-first, and with no jacket at all on this time. He carries the +tray full of empty mugs, and before he can quite stop himself he comes +suddenly against a burly, weather-beaten looking man, who is walking up +the court, and seems to be lurching from side to side of the pavement. +Before the lad can stop short, the edge of the tray comes against this +man's elbow, and crash goes one of the mugs on the stones of the court. + +"Now, then, stoopid!" shouts the boy. "Why can't you keep on your right +side?" + +"Is that the way you speaks to your uncle, Bennie?" says the big man, +laughing. He is a short broad man, dressed in rough blue cloth, and with +a shiny sou'-wester on his head. He looks like a pilot, but he is really +a fisherman and a sailor, and he has come up all the way from Yarmouth +on purpose to see Benny's mother, who is his own sister. + +"Well, uncle, who _could_ ha' thought of seeing you here; haven't you +been to mother's?" + +"No, my boy, I got to London by the late train, and so I thought I'd try +and find you out, and we'll go home together. What a place this London +is, to be sure, and what a stifly sort of alley this here is to be +workin' in all night; it don't seem quite right for a lad of your age, +Benny." + +"Come, don't you go running down our court," says the boy. "I'm all +right, uncle, specially since you was so kind as to pay for me to go to +the classes. Why, bless you, I'm learning French and Latin now, and I'm +put on to reading regular. I shouldn't wonder if I was to come to be a +printer's reader, instead of a reading-boy, and earn ever so much a week +by-and-by." + +"What do you get now, Benny?" + +"Eight shillings a week, uncle, and then you know I can help mother in +the shop a bit; but I say, you don't mind waitin' a minute, while I go +to the house over the way. There's only one or two places that keep open +after twelve, because of our wanting tea, and ham, and rolls, and +coffee, and all sorts o' things, to keep us going. It makes you precious +faint to keep up night work without anything to eat, I can tell you, +uncle." + +"Well, I'll come with you, Benny, and wait for you at the shop, where I +can fill my pipe. But where's your jacket, and where's your cap?" + +"Oh, we don't have time to think about that. Something's wanted, and the +bell rings, and somebody shouts down the speaking-tube, and off you go. +It is precious cold sometimes, though, for the men at our place keep the +room so hot. They can't bear a breath of air here, and for fear of a +draught, and then getting their fingers cold so that they can't feel the +type, they paste paper over every crack, and have all the windows +fastened down, and make you pay a fine for leaving the door open. Why, +uncle, you don't a bit know what it is. Talk about the hardships at sea, +and being out night after night off what I've heard you call the Dogger +Bank to catch codfish, they're nothing to being a boy in a printin' +office where the machine's always going, and you've I don't know how +many masters to order you about; but never you mind, I'm going to stick +to it, and if they don't give me a rise to ten shillings next week, I'll +leave and go into another place where they'll be proud of my talent, and +admire me for my strength. Though I think I would rather be aboard the +_Saucy Nancy_ with you, after all. I should 'like 'a life on the ocean +wave, uncle, and I do get so tired of the night work sometimes." + +"Bless your heart, my boy; there's lads no bigger than you at the +fishing stations that have as much night work as you do. Hard work in +the cold and the wind and the wet, and often hungry work, and a good +deal of danger too. There, get along, and fetch your coat, Benny. I'll +wait here, and then we'll go home together to see mother, and as she +tells me you're to have a holiday, Saturday to Monday night, you shall +come home along o' me, and then we will just see what it's like to be a +Fisher Boy." + +THOMAS ARCHER. + + + + +THEIR ROAD TO FORTUNE. + +THE STORY OF TWO BROTHERS. + +_By the Author of "The Heir of Elmdale," &c, &c._ + +CHAPTER I.--A VISITOR TO RIVERSDALE. + + +"How I wish it was a boy. I don't like girls!" Bertie Rivers cried, +tossing aside his book. "Do come out, Eddie, and let us watch for the +carriage." + +Eddie laid aside his book a little reluctantly, and followed his brother +through the open French window of the study. They were two bright, +handsome lads, of twelve and thirteen: Edward the elder, but scarcely as +tall as Bertie, and far slighter, with a grave reserved air, and rather +thoughtful face; Bertie sturdy, gay, careless, and frank, with restless, +observant blue eyes, and a somewhat unceremonious way of dealing with +people and things. Eddie called him rough and boisterous, and gave way +to him in everything, not at all because Bertie's will was the stronger, +but that Eddie, unless very much interested, was too indolent to assert +himself, and found it much easier to do just as he was asked on all +occasions than argue or explain. + +There was a visitor expected at Riversdale that day, and they were very +curious concerning her, though in different ways: Bertie openly, +restlessly, questioningly; Eddie with a quiet, rather gloomy, +expectation. + +"I wonder if she will like us?" Bertie said, as he climbed to the top of +a gate, and looked anxiously down the white dusty road. + +"I wonder if we shall like _her_?" Eddie replied: "that's of more +importance, I think." + +"I do wish she was a boy," Bertie repeated for about the hundredth time +in the course of three days. "One never knows what to do with a girl +cousin. Of course she won't care about cricket, though Lillie Mayson +likes it, and she will be afraid of the dogs, and scream at old Jerry. I +wonder we never even heard of her before, or of Uncle Frank either. I +wonder----" + +"What's the use of wondering, Bert?" Eddie interrupted, a little +impatiently. "Papa told us all he wished us to know, I dare say. Come +along for a walk. What's the good of idling here all the morning? It +won't bring the carriage a minute sooner to stand watching for it." + +"No, of course not; but I want to rush down the road to meet it, and we +can't go for a walk till it comes. It would be a poor sort of welcome +for Cousin Agnes;" and Bertie took another long look down the road, +where nothing was visible save a cloud of fine white dust. + +Three mornings before Mr. Rivers had summoned both boys to his study, +and very gravely informed them that their Uncle Frank was dead, and his +only child, Agnes Rivers, was coming to reside at Riversdale. + +"She has no home, no friends, no money, no mother. Try and be kind to +her, boys. Don't ignore her, Edward; don't tease her, Bertie; and ask +her no questions about her parents or her past history, remember that!" + +The boys promised; they always obeyed their father implicitly: indeed, +absolute unquestioning obedience was one thing Mr. Rivers exacted from +every person he came in contact with. + +But Bertie was far from satisfied with the very meagre information he +had received, and directly he got a favourable opportunity, he besieged +Mrs. Mittens, the old housekeeper, with questions concerning the new +relation who was coming to make her home with them, and of the Uncle +Frank whose name he had never heard before. Eddie did not share his +curiosity, or perhaps concluded that his father's command to ask no +questions was a general one; Bertie insisted it only referred to Agnes +herself, and repeated his father's exact words to the housekeeper. + +"I think, Master Bertie, your papa meant you to ask no questions of +anybody; and I have very little to tell," she said, gravely. "But this +much I think you may know. Your Uncle Frank was your papa's only +brother: he displeased your grandpapa, and left home in consequence." + +"But what did he do?" Bertie cried eagerly. + +"Everything he should not have done; but his worst fault was +disobedience, and a world of trouble it got him into. Remember that, +Master Bertie: your grandpapa would be obeyed, and your papa is his own +son in that respect. So take care, my dear, take care!" and the old lady +shook her forefinger warningly. "But everything's forgot and forgave +now," she added, more cheerfully; "and right glad I am Miss Agnes is +coming here!" + +[Illustration: "MR. RIVERS HAD SUMMONED BOTH BOYS TO HIS STUDY" (_p. +32_).] + +Bertie turned away grumbling; he was not a whit wiser than he had been +before, and he felt somehow that he had been reproved, and, more than +that, warned. But he was not very seriously impressed, and he determined +some day to find out the whole history of his Uncle Frank: know exactly +what he did, and why he did it; and as he turned the matter over in his +mind, as he sat perched on the gate, he came to the conclusion that his +was a very strange family, and that there were a great many skeletons +concealed in Riversdale. + +"Perhaps Aunt Amy will be sending us a boy or girl cousin some day or +other," he said to Eddie suddenly. "I shouldn't be a bit surprised." + +Eddie started from a reverie, and looked questioningly at his brother. +"Aunt Amy? what put her into your head, Bert?" + +"I don't know, I'm sure, unless it's Uncle Frank. Don't you think it's +very funny to have a lot of relations you never see, hear from, or speak +about--very exciting, too, to have cousins drop in on you when you least +expect it. I hope, Ned, when you're master of Riversdale, you won't +banish me, and forget my very existence till I'm dead. What did Aunt Amy +do, I wonder?" + +"She married some one papa did not approve of--an artist, I think: +that's all," Eddie said gravely. "I think Aunt Amy is very happy, and +I'm sure she is very beautiful. She does not come to Riversdale, because +papa is always ill, I suppose; and perhaps she likes London better, and +she has not got any boys or girls." + +"Oh!" Bertie said, opening his eyes wide; "you seem to know all about +them. Who told you?" + +"Papa. I asked him one day." + +"Oh! and Uncle Gregory: what did he do? He never comes here either;" and +Bertie looked up the road again, as if he did not care very much to hear +the probable reason of that relative's absence. + +"Uncle Gregory is a merchant, and has to attend to his business, I +suppose," Eddie replied, rather loftily. "He came here often enough--too +often, I believe--when our mother was alive, and then papa and he +disagreed, and he has not come since." + +"Hum!" Bertie said, slipping down and stretching himself. "How did you +find out, Eddie?" + +"Why, I didn't find out. Papa talks to me sometimes about our relatives; +you talk as if it were a crime for people not to come here when they +have their own houses and things to attend to. You might just as well +ask why we always stay at home." + +"Oh! but that's different: Riversdale is such a jolly place. Why, I +wouldn't live anywhere else for anything, would you, Eddie?" + +"I don't know; I think it would be wise to see other places before +deciding. I should like to see a great city--London for instance." + +"I wonder if Agnes is coming from London?" Bertie cried; "if so, she can +tell us all about it." + +"But I'd like to see for myself, to travel everywhere, visit all the +famous places in the world--Italy, Greece, Egypt--see pictures, statues, +beautiful churches." + +"I think I'd prefer to stay at home: those places are such a long way +off. I dare say I should be tired before I got there; and I don't care +for pictures much, except of dogs and horses. I'd just like to stay here +always, hunt and shoot and fish when I grow up, and play cricket and +football, and just enjoy myself all the time," Bertie said soberly. + +"That's because you're ignorant, Bertie, and have no taste or ambition," +Eddie replied. "You know what Doctor Mayson says: 'Travel improves the +mind, and enlarges the understanding.'" + +"Yes, but that's only in a copy-book!" Bertie exclaimed triumphantly. +"Besides, papa is the cleverest man in the world, and he's happy enough +here. Oh! the carriage at last. Come and welcome our new cousin;" and in +a moment Bertie had vaulted over the gate and shouted to the coachman to +stop, while Eddie followed in a more orthodox fashion, and both boys +stood bowing, with their caps in their hands, to a little girl dressed +in black, with a small pale face, and a quantity of light hair pushed +back from her forehead. She clung to Mrs. Mittens nervously with one +hand, while she extended the other first to Bertie, then to Eddie and +said, "Thank you, cousins," for their welcome in the sweetest, saddest +voice in the world. Then the carriage drove on before Bertie had quite +recovered his astonishment at the fact that the little girl seemed no +more than a baby, yet wore blue glasses, and spoke with the voice of a +grown-up person. He had meant to spring into the carriage, give her a +hearty kiss and a noisy greeting, and go on to the house with her; but +such familiarities were entirely out of the question with the grave +little lady in black. Turning round, he looked questioningly at Eddie, +who had returned to the grounds. "Well," he cried, "what do you think?" + +"I think Cousin Agnes is an ugly, sickly little thing, not more than +seven!" he cried scornfully. "The idea of a girl in blue spectacles! +Come and have a walk." For once Bertie followed instead of leading, +though he was strongly inclined to return to the house. He did not think +his cousin was ugly, and he pitied her for being so pale and +sad-looking; but somehow he felt disappointed too, and out of humour +with himself, and Eddie, and every one else, and in an unusually silent +mood he set off for a ramble in the woods. Both boys were disappointed +in Agnes, but in a different way. + + +CHAPTER II.--AGNES FINDS A FRIEND. + +"I hope you will be very happy here, child, and make yourself at home. +Take care of her, Mittens, and see that the boys don't tease her;" and +Mr. Rivers kissed the trembling, nervous little girl on the forehead, +and waved her out of the room. The interview had been brief, and +conducted with absolute silence on the child's part. She was overpowered +by the magnificence and awed by the solemnity of her new home. + +"Is that grand gentleman Uncle Hugh, ma'am?" she asked timidly, as she +clung to the good-natured housekeeper's hand. + +"Yes, my dear; and very kind and good you will find him if you always do +just as he tells you. Now you must come to my room, and have a cup of +tea before dinner. Your cousins never have any luncheon, and dine with +me at three o'clock. Your Uncle Hugh always dines in his own apartments: +indeed, he seldom leaves them, except for a turn on the terrace. The +children go in every evening to see him for half an hour, and you will +go with them. We have breakfast at nine, and tea at seven. Your cousins +drive in to Wakeley every day to Doctor Mayson's school; they leave at +half-past nine, and get back by three. Sometimes they ride their ponies, +but oftener they drive in the little dog-cart; and I dare say a young +person will come to give you lessons, but the master has not made any +arrangement yet. You're to sleep in the room next to mine; and Prudence +Briggs, the under housemaid, will wait upon you. But the first thing you +must do, my dear Miss Agnes, is to get well, and strong, and rosy. You +have been ill, surely." + +"No, ma'am, not worse than usual; but I have been up a good deal at +night with father." + +"You up at night, child! Dear, dear! what could folk be thinking of to +let you?" + +"There was no one else, ma'am, and father had to have his medicine +regularly," Agnes replied gravely. "Even when Doctor Evans did send a +nurse, she used to fall asleep at night, and forget poor father." + +Mrs. Mittens took off her spectacles, wiped them carefully, put them on +again, and looked earnestly at the child seated opposite to her. But +either her eyes or the glasses were dim again in a moment. That poor, +fragile little creature up at night, ministering to the wants of a dying +man! It seemed incredible, and yet the child's face and voice and words +bore the living impress of truth. + +"How old are you, my dear?" + +"Twelve last birthday. I know I'm very little and weak, and my back +aches dreadfully sometimes; but Doctor Evans said rest and care would do +wonders for me. I never had much rest at home, and I was always very +anxious about poor father; ever since my darling mamma died, four years +ago, I had to take care of him." + +"Dear heart alive! Why did you never write to your uncle?" Mrs. Mittens +cried, holding up both her hands. + +"I never knew I had an uncle till after father's death; then Doctor +Evans told me, and sent me here. He was very, very kind, and so was my +Aunt Amy. Was it not strange to have an aunt in London and never know +it? But she came at once, and took me away to her house--ever so much a +finer house than the one we lodged in, but not nearly so fine or +beautiful as this; and she made my black frocks, and took me to dear +father's funeral in a carriage. Aunt Amy was very kind, and kissed me +very often, and said she wished she could keep me always, but Uncle +Clair said it was best for me to come to Riversdale. Do you think it was +best?" + +"Yes, my dear, of course. Certainly it was best for you to come," the +old lady replied briskly. + +"And do you think my cousins will love me?" + +"I'm quite sure of it, Miss Agnes. They are the best and dearest boys in +the world." + +"And Uncle Hugh?" Agnes added wistfully. + +"Well, my dear, your uncle is not quite like other people. He suffers a +great deal with his nerves, and he has had a many sorrows, which he +keeps all to himself; but he's the most just and most generous gentleman +in the world, and I'm sure he will be very kind to you; only you must do +just what he says, my dear. All the troubles in the world came of +disobedience, I think, and have done so since the Garden of Eden. If +poor Mr. Frank had only----but there, what is the use of talking?" and +Mrs. Mittens sighed. + +"Did you know my father, ma'am?" + +"Yes, indeed! I carried him about in my arms many a time." + +"Did you love him, please?" + +"Love him, Miss Agnes? _that_ I did! Who could help loving his bright +bonnie face? Why, we all loved him, dearie: he was the light and life of +the house, but he would have his own way--he would have it, and I fear +it led him through a tangled, thorny path." + +Agnes looked up at Mrs. Mittens. + +"Please, please tell me one thing more, ma'am," she whispered nervously, +yet eagerly. "Did my Uncle Hugh love my father?" + +"As the apple of his eye, my dearie: there's no mistake about that; he +would have given his heart's best blood for him!" + +"Did he know my dear father was so sad and so sorry, so poor, so +friendless, so--so unhappy?" + +"No, child, that he did not. Your father would have none of him; he was +proud with the pride that goes before destruction. My master would have +loved him, but Master Frank would not." + +"Then there has been some dreadful mistake somewhere, ma'am," Agnes said +gently, but firmly. "My father was an angel and a martyr. He was not +proud or unforgiving, and he suffered, oh, so much! But if you tell me +my uncle knew nothing of it, I cannot blame him." + +"I tell you more, dearie," said the old housekeeper earnestly, holding +both the child's hands, and looking into her pale, earnest face. "My +master would have given half his fortune to have made your father happy, +but the wrong was done before you were born; and it's righted at last, +thank Heaven! righted at last. Now, my poor lamb, we will talk of all +those things no more; your troubles are over, and all you have to do is +to get well and strong and rosy, and be as happy as ever you can; and +always remember, little one, you have a true friend in old Mittens. She +loved your father, and she will always love you; and now you must lie +down on that sofa, and rest for an hour. The boys are sure to be in for +dinner, and I want you to be nice and bright." + +[Illustration: "AGNES LOOKED UP AT MRS. MITTENS" (_p. 35_).] + +So Agnes lay down very contentedly. + +"Oh, how I shall enjoy this place!" she said to herself. "How I shall +love it!--my own father's home, where he played as a child. Perhaps he +lay on this sofa, just like me, and looked across the beautiful park, +smelt the flowers, heard the birds sing. If he knew I was here now, how +happy he would be!" So Agnes mused aloud, resting in the warm summer +sunshine. Her thoughts flew back to the dreary London lodging where her +whole short life had been passed; her heart swelled as she thought of +the cares, troubles, anxieties, and bitter losses she had endured; and +then her eyes overflowed with gratitude at finding such kind friends and +such a beautiful home. At last, weary with her journey, she fell asleep. + +After a while the sound of voices roused her, and in a bewildered kind +of way she looked round. + +"I say she's an ugly, miserable-looking little thing. I shouldn't think +it worth my while to sketch her!" one voice said, contemptuously. "If +she had been pretty, now, she would have made a splendid Sleeping +Beauty!" + +"She looks pale and ill, poor mite, and tired too; but she's not ugly," +another voice said decidedly. "She might not make a nice picture, but +she looks pleasant enough curled up there. Come on away; don't let us +wake her." + +"I am awake," said Agnes, sitting up, her cheeks flushed, her eyes full +of tears, but no one answered. The boys, who had been looking in at the +window of the housekeeper's room, had turned into the shrubbery, and +Agnes felt as if she had been guilty of a very mean, unworthy action in +listening, even involuntarily, to a conversation not intended for her +ears. Her cousins, too, she felt quite sure, would be exceedingly cross +if they knew she had overheard them; and yet she said to herself--"I was +only half awake. I did not want to listen, and I could not help it." It +would not mend matters in the least to tell them that she had overheard +their criticism, so she resolved to be silent, but when Mrs. Mittens +came, a little later, to conduct her to the dining-room, she was very +shy and nervous. As she took her place, she looked at the boys +wistfully, wondering which of them thought her "ugly," and which thought +her pleasant enough to look at curled up on the sofa. Secretly, she +hoped that Eddie was her champion, but before the dinner was over it +was easy enough to see that Bertie was going to be the shy little girl's +friend, for Eddie scarcely condescended to look at her, much less speak +to her, during the meal, while Bertie rattled on merrily, telling her of +all their favourite amusements and walks, and promising to show her all +his treasures and lend her his storybooks. Still, though Bertie was +kind, and Eddie cold and silent, Agnes thought her elder cousin was far +handsomer and cleverer than his brother. Perhaps he would be an artist, +like Uncle Clair; and when he knew that she too could use her pencil a +little, and loved pictures a great deal, he might be kinder to her. + + +CHAPTER III.--AN UNEXPECTED GUEST. + +Three months passed away, and Agnes Rivers was feeling quite at home in +her uncle's house. She had lost much of her nervous shyness, but except +with Mrs. Mittens she was very quiet and reserved. She was a little +afraid of her uncle, as were the whole family; a little in awe of Eddie +too, who was still somewhat stately and grand in his manner; and she +always had an uncomfortable sort of feeling that Bertie was kind to her +just because she was little and weak, and his cousin. + +But on the whole she was happy and contented. She ran about the park and +gardens all the morning, did no lessons whatever, and amused herself +sketching all the pretty bits of scenery, huge trees on the lawn, or +Mrs. Mittens' dog and cat, called Punch and Judy, who lived the most +useless, indolent, amiable life imaginable in the housekeeper's room. +She could hit off likenesses, too, in quite a startling way, and Eddie +said he would give her some lessons in painting if she wished. Agnes was +enthusiastic in her thanks for what was, after all, but a trifling +service, and while the lessons lasted Bertie was rather glum, as he had +to ramble about alone, and amuse himself as best he could. But Eddie +very soon grew tired of a pupil who after three lessons far excelled the +teacher, and as a change, proposed teaching her German. Agnes consented, +as she would have done to any plan or project of Eddie's. But that +course of instruction also came to an untimely end; perhaps Agnes was a +little dull, certainly Eddie was impatient. And then Bertie had his +turn: he taught his cousin how to play chess, to spin tops, play cricket +(theoretically), regretting every minute that she was not big and strong +like Lillie Mayson, the doctor's daughter--the doctor who kept the +grammar-school, not the one who came to see them when they were ill. + +Once or twice Mrs. Mittens suggested to the master that some one should +come and teach Miss Agnes, saying that the child was left too much alone +during the day, as the boys went to school every morning. But Mr. Rivers +shook his head impatiently. "Leave the child alone; let her eat and +sleep and run wild till she's stronger. She ought not to be dull in +Riversdale." + +Nor was she. How could any one with a deep instinctive love of Nature be +dull, or lonely, or sad with a beautiful park to wander in? who with an +observant eye could walk through the shady lanes or ramble in the woods +without seeing objects of interest and admiration at every step? + +"How good of God to not only give us flowers, but eyes to see their +beauty and hearts to love them," the child said solemnly one day. "What +would the world be if there were not any flowers?" + +Bertie, who chanced to overhear her soliloquy, remarked that he thought +they could get on better without flowers than trees, vegetables, or even +animals; "because, we cannot eat flowers, can we?" + +"But if you had read a little about the subject, Bertie," Agnes replied, +"you would learn that we could have neither trees nor vegetables nor +fruit if we had not flowers first. But it's those dear little wild +things that seem to grow here just to make us happy that I love best. I +prefer painting flowers to anything." + +"I don't; great artists never trouble about flowers," Eddie said, +joining them. "When I grow up, I'll paint splendid figures and grand +scenes, like the 'Raising of Lazarus,' or the 'Descent from the Cross': +those are the kind of pictures great men love to paint and the world to +look at." + +"But Uncle Clair says people can't paint like the old masters now, and +that no one would buy their pictures if they did," Agnes replied. + +"I wish some of you would paint up this mask for me like a North +American Indian," Bertie interrupted, pulling a hideous pasteboard face +from his pocket. "Will you, Eddie? If I attempt to put on the war-paint, +I shall make a mess of it." But Eddie indignantly refused to lend his +talent to such base uses, and Agnes declared she would paint the face +with pleasure, only she had not the least idea what an Indian was like. +That was an unforeseen difficulty, but Bertie suggested their looking in +the library for a book with pictures, and copying one. + +As they approached the house, they were all surprised to see Dr. Bird's +carriage at the door. "Some one must be ill, surely--I hope it's not +papa," Eddie cried, hurrying on in advance, Bertie and Agnes following. +"He seemed quite well this morning. Oh! there's Lawyer Hurst's gig--what +can he want? Johnson," to a servant standing at the door, "whatever is +the matter? Is papa ill?" + +"It's nothing, my dears--that is, nothing to be frightened about," Mrs. +Mittens said, as the boys, both startled-looking, rushed into the +dining-room. "Your papa had a turn this morning, and I thought it as +well to send for Doctor Bird." + +"But why is Mr. Hurst here?" Eddie asked. + +"I don't know, dearie. I think he just called by accident, or about some +ordinary business." + +"Has papa asked for us--for me?" + +"No, Master Edward. Now, don't look so scared; there's nothing the +matter, only, as I said, he got a turn. I think it was something in the +paper, for when I went in with his beef-tea, he had it in his hand, and +looked quite sad and white. I hoped he was not feeling bad, and he said +'No, no, Mittens. Put that down and leave me'; then when I was at the +door, he called out, 'Mittens, set the house in order. I'm going on a +journey; see to it without delay!' That's every word, Master Edward; but +knowing as the master has not been anywhere for so long, and seeing him +look pale and troubled like, I just took the liberty of sending a line +to Doctor Bird, asking him to look in quite in a friendly way. He came +at once, and he's with the master now. I left the room as you came in, +and the doctor said, 'Your master is no worse--rather better, I think.' +So _now_, my dears, will you sit down to dinner?" + +Bertie's answer was practical compliance; Eddie stood for a few minutes +at the window, wondering if it were the death of another estranged +relative that had affected his father; then he, too, took his place, and +ate his dinner in silence. Presently the doctor's carriage drove away, +and both boys felt less anxious; but to Agnes there was something +terrible in the unusual hush of the house: it seemed as if the servants +moved about more noiselessly than at other times, and spoke in hushed +whispers. Eddie went to the library, and Bertie went out immediately +after dinner, and, left to herself, Agnes curled herself up in an easy +chair in the dining-room with a book, and after reading for an hour, she +fell asleep. It was dusk when she was roused by the sudden ringing of +bells and the hurrying of feet across the passage leading to Mr. Rivers' +apartments. For a few minutes she sat quite still, pale, frightened, +scarcely daring to breathe; then she opened the door and peeped out +timidly, but no one took the least notice of her. Mrs. Mittens crossed +the hall hurriedly, looking very pale and anxious; there were strange +voices too, somewhere. One, Agnes thought, seemed loud and angry. Then +she hurried back to the dining-room and shut the door, pressing both her +hands on her heart to stop its beating. Something dreadful was +happening, she felt sure, but in that household she was quite alone and +forgotten; no one thought of her at all. + +The quiet, glorious autumn night closed in; still Agnes sat silent and +solitary, hoping the best, fearing the worst. It was quite eleven +o'clock when the dining-room door was opened softly, and a fair troubled +face peered in. It was Bertie. He alone had thought of her, even in his +own great sorrow--and Bertie was impulsive and passionate, and felt +things deeply. He remembered the poor lonely little girl, and asked +Prudence Briggs if his cousin had gone to bed. The girl started +guiltily; she had seen nothing of Miss Agnes all the evening; so Bertie +began a hunt over the house for her, and found her at last in the +dining-room alone. + +"Oh, Agnes! what shall we do? Poor papa!" he cried, bursting into tears; +and she clung to him, weeping too, but trying to comfort him, and then +brokenly he told her all that had happened. At five o'clock Mr. Rivers +became suddenly worse. The doctor had stayed with him, and only sent +home his carriage, and when he saw the change he sent for the boys at +once. Eddie was in the library, Bertie was out in the grounds. "But it +was all the same," the lad added, brokenly; "he was quite unconscious +when Eddie reached the room. I was there half an hour after, but he +never spoke, and now it's all over! Oh, Agnes! what shall we do? I can't +believe papa is dead!" + +"Telegraph for Aunt Amy and Uncle Clair," she replied, with the +promptness of a person used to act in an emergency; and then Bertie, who +had never thought of that, rushed off to the library to suggest it to +his brother, who seemed quite dazed by the sudden calamity, while Mrs. +Mittens entered the dining-room also in search of Agnes. + +"It's all over, dearie; the master meant to go on a journey; instead, an +unexpected guest came to him. I'm all dazed and scared like, and can +hardly realise it yet; and would you believe it? four gentlemen came +from London this evening to see your uncle, and not one of them would +believe he was 'gone' till they saw him lying there so still and +restful, and one of them now acts just as if he was master of this +house, so I suppose he must be Master Edward's guardian. But I do wish +there was some one here to manage things!" + +"Send for Aunt Amy," Agnes suggested again; and the housekeeper seized +the idea gladly. + +"That I will, dearie, and for Mr. Gregory too, first thing to-morrow +morning. Surely, child, you have an old head on young shoulders! Now +come and help me to comfort the poor darling boys. Ah! Miss Agnes, you +are all orphans together now; and I how things are going to end is more +than I know!" + +(_To be continued._) + + + + +About Some Famous Railway Trains. + +SOME FAMOUS RAILWAY TRAINS AND THEIR STORY. + +_By_ HENRY FRITH. + +I.--THE "FLYING DUTCHMAN." + +[Illustration] + + +"Where to, sir?" said the cab-driver, touching his hat. + +"Great Western, please, Paddington," we replied, and in a moment the +trap of the hansom was shut, and we were bowling along Piccadilly. + +A civil porter received us at Paddington Station, and took our luggage +for Swindon. We are going no farther to-day, because we want to see the +"Flying Dutchman," not only "flying," but at rest. So first we secure a +seat and then walk down the platform. We have some minutes to spare; the +clock points to 11.38; we must start at 11.45 by the Great Western +express, the "Dutchman," as it is familiarly called, after that +mysterious sailor who came and went with such alarming celerity. + +Here we are then, the summer holidays before us; and perhaps many of the +readers of LITTLE FOLKS will be travelling by the "Flying (railway) +Dutchman," by the time these lines are before them. Come with me and +look at our big "iron horse," which will pull us to Swindon at the +average speed of fifty-three miles an hour, which means at times the +fine rate of sixty miles an hour. + +Our "Dutchman's" engine on this occasion is named "Crimea," and a fine +fellow he is. This engine has eight wheels; two immense "driving wheels" +eight feet high, more than twenty-four feet round, so each time that +wheel revolves we travel (say) twenty-five feet, and when we are in full +swing we shall go about _thirty yards a second!_ The 11.45 down train +from Paddington, and the corresponding up train from Exeter, are the two +"Flying Dutchmen." There are two other trains which run equally fast, up +and down in the afternoon. These are the "Zulu" trains, for they were +started as expresses at the time the Prince Imperial was killed in +Zululand. + +The great engine waits at the end of the platform, and as we are good +little people--like the fairies--we will jump up on the foot-plate of +the "Crimea" locomotive, and no one will notice us. Give me your +hand--there. Now you are standing on the foot-plate; the engine-tender, +full of water and topped with coal, is behind you, the great high boiler +with the furnace is in front. That long handle which comes from the +middle of the boiler on a level with your little head is the regulator, +which when pulled out lets the steam into the cylinders, and it then +moves the pistons and rods, and they move the big eight-feet wheels. +Perhaps, when we reach Swindon workshops, we shall go underneath an +engine and see the machinery. + +"What is that other handle?" you say. That is "the lever." It is at the +side next the engine-driver, you see, and he can pull it back so as to +save his steam, and not use too much; he "expands" it and makes a little +keep the train going after it has once got into its pace. There are the +steam and water "gauges," to tell the "driver" and fireman when the +steam is at proper pressure, and when the water is high enough in the +boiler. The steam gauge is like a clock, or an Aneroid barometer, right +before the driver. Those other handles near it are the whistle-handles. +One whistle is small, and very shrill, to warn people on the line, and +to tell people the train is coming. The other is a deep-toned booming +whistle which tells of danger perhaps, and when blown means "Stop the +train, there is obstruction in front." + +"Crimea" is now ready. The engine-driver pulls open the regulator, and +we glide back and are attached to the train. We have air-breaks worked +on the engine, vacuum-breaks which can pull us up quickly, and when all +the connections are made the "Flying Dutchman" is ready; he is harnessed +to his eight coaches full of people--the solemn and sorry; the glad and +the cheerful; and boys and girls, going on all sorts of errands. + +"Right!" says the station-superintendent. + +The clock over the platform is exactly 11.45 a.m. The fireman, who is +looking on, says "Right, Tom," the guard whistles, then the driver +touches the small whistle-handle in front; a shrill scream rouses the +many sleeping echoes in the roof, where they had got to be out of the +way perhaps, and the engine-driver opens the regulator valve--"Crimea" +fizzes a little in front of the cylinders. Off we go! + +"Puff-puff," slowly at first, in a solemn and majestic manner. We cannot +expect such big wheels to hurry themselves. Under the bridge, puffing a +little more quickly, then we rattle through Westbourne Park and by +Wormwood Scrubs. Puff-puffing much more quickly now, but not quite so +loudly, as the driver has pulled the lever back and the steam goes up +with less force through the chimney: working quietly. Away, away, on our +iron steed through Ealing and Hanwell--across the viaduct over the River +Brent, which runs to Brentford--past the pretty church and the dull +lunatic asylum, and so on to Slough, which is passed in twenty-three +minutes after quitting Paddington. Then we reach Taplow, and have just +fifty-five miles to do within the hour. "Crimea" rushes across the +Thames below Maidenhead, with a parting roar, but we shall meet the +river again soon, and run alongside it, by picturesque Pangbourne, +Goring, and Moulsford. + +Are we stopping? No, we are only just slackening for Reading. But we +cannot wait. The "Flying Dutchman" has only done about thirty-six of his +seventy-seven miles; he has been forty-two minutes already, and has got +forty-five minutes left to reach Swindon. A long shriek, and Reading is +behind us; then the river flashes out between the trees. + +Hurrah! Hurrah! Didcot with its Banbury cakes and tumble-down station is +passed. Hurrah for the "Flying Dutchman," running easily and smoothly, +sixty miles an hour, well within himself. He is not tired, he does not +pant or whistle, he goes calmly, swiftly along.... Here is Swindon--what +o'clock is it? Look! Twelve minutes past one! "Crimea" is punctual to +the minute. Well done, "Dutchman!" + +Good-bye, "Crimea," we are going to see your friends in the shops; we +are going to hear some anecdotes of your powers, and your friends' +speedy runs or adventures. We are going to be introduced to "Lightning," +"Inkerman," and the "Morning Star," the first engine made for the +railway by George Stephenson. + +At the works we are courteously received and conducted to the various +shops devoted to the manufacture of the engines and carriages--the +wheels, whistles, rails, cranks, and cylinders, and everything else +connected with the rolling-stock, which brings in money to the +shareholders, and proves that if "a rolling stone gathers no moss," +rolling-stock does in plenty. Here we find young gentlemen who are +pupils and apprentices at work learning mechanical engineering, and how +to make the future "Flying Dutchmen" and "Zulus." + +We see the old "nine feet" Bristol and Exeter engines, and are told how +one once went off the line with the "Dutchman" long ago; but it was a +trifling accident. Our "Dutchman," though he flies, is pretty safe; and +runs free from accident. We see an engine whose boiler burst the other +day, but fortunately hurt no one much. This engine looks very much +ashamed of itself in the shed, and has had to submit to a severe +operation to put it right again, which, perhaps, will be a lesson to it +in future. + +Then we go under the engines and see the machinery, which works so +easily; and then we sit down, and ask the driver whether any adventures +have happened with the "Flying Dutchman." + +"Nothing particular; but I can tell you a story about the railway which +will amuse you. It happened several years ago--but I won't tell you +where exactly, sir." + +"Let us hear the tale," we said. + +"It was in my father's time, before I was a driver, that it happened. An +aunt of mine--a youngish woman then--was travelling by the G. W. R. +('Great Way Round' they used to call us), when a young man entered the +carriage, where she was sitting alone, and asked where the train stopped +first. This was (say) at Paddington. My aunt said 'Reading' was the +first station, and the train immediately started. + +"'Excuse me, ma'am,' said the gentleman; 'but will you oblige me by +cutting my hair a little.' + +"My aunt thought the man was mad, but being alarmed by his manner, +consented. + +"Then the young man changed his coat, his collar, his waistcoat, and +tie. He put on a pair of spectacles, and when my aunt dared to look at +him he was for all the world like a clergyman--an elderly gentleman in +spectacles! + +"'Now,' said he; 'you must promise to be quiet, and never contradict me. +If you do you will rue it.' So my aunt--she was young then--promised, +and before they reached Reading the train was stopped. A guard and a +constable came up, and looked into every carriage. + +"'Have you the tickets, dear?' said the man to my aunt. + +"'All right, sir,' said the guard. 'We don't want to disturb you at all. +We are looking for some one else.' + +"The train went on, but the 'old' clergyman, as he seemed, left the +train at Reading. He had committed forgery, but by disguising himself, +escaped. 'Clever rogue,' was he not?" + +By the time we had heard this tale we were at Swindon Station again +waiting for the "Zulu," for we are bound for Bath and Bristol. Here it +comes just as the other train came, very punctually. We take a farewell +of our friend, and as we pass the shops on our way, we jot down in our +note-book what we have seen, and some of our pleasant experiences of the +"Flying Dutchman." + + + + +Mornings at the Zoo. + +MORNINGS AT THE ZOO. + +VI.--THE STORK FAMILY. + + +Whatever they may be in their native countries, the Storks at the +Zoological Gardens, London, are lone and melancholy birds. They seem to +take their pleasure sadly--as was once said of the English folk--but +they look so much like very wise and profound philosophers that perhaps +they view life gravely because they have themselves realised in their +own experience how serious a matter it is. In the Gardens they appear to +lead a hermit's existence. They are treated with severe neglect by the +bulk of the visitors, though possibly they consider the respect of an +occasional distinguished Royal Academician of greater value than the +homage of an indifferent multitude. + +Yet in other lands than ours the Stork family is held in high honour. In +many parts of the Continent they are encouraged to build their nests in +chimneys, steeples, and trees near dwellings. Indeed, as an inducement +to them to pitch their quarters on the houses, boxes are sometimes +erected on the roofs, and happy is the household which thus secures the +patronage of a stork. Some of the people among whom they sojourn during +the warm summer days regard the presence of the bird as a kind of +safeguard against fire. And as an illustration of their love for their +young, a story is told of a stork which, rather than desert its helpless +offspring during a conflagration in Delft, in Holland, remained +heroically by their side and perished with them in the flames. + +[Illustration] + +In Morocco and in Eastern countries also storks are looked upon as +sacred birds. And with good reason, for they render very useful service +both as scavengers and as slayers of snakes and other reptiles. In most +of the towns a storks' hospital will be found. It consists of an +enclosure to which are sent all birds that have been injured. They are +kept in this infirmary--which is generally supported by voluntary +contributions--until they have regained health and strength. To kill a +stork is regarded as an offence. In Sweden also the stork is held as +holy, there being a legend in that country to the effect that this bird +flew around the cross of Christ, crying "Styrka!" "Styrka!" +("Strengthen!" "Strengthen!") But, as Dr. Brewer points out, this +tradition clashes with fact, inasmuch as stork's have no voice. For the +valuable offices which they perform in the removal of garbage they are, +in some countries, protected by law. At one time the White Stork was a +pretty common bird in England, where it helped the farmers by clearing +the soil of noxious insects. It disappeared, however, partly because it +was subjected to a good deal of persecution, but mainly because an +improved method of agriculture took away its occupation. + +In India the stork's cousin is called the Adjutant, and a very +appropriate name it is. It is a familiar figure in most of the towns and +villages where its scavenging is of the greatest use. But the adjutant +is not endowed with so much wisdom as we should naturally expect such a +serviceable bird to possess. The following notes about an adjutant's +curious ways have been sent to the Editor of LITTLE FOLKS by a lady in +Calcutta, and will be read with interest. + +"When the rainy season comes in Calcutta, the adjutants are soon seen +resting on one leg on the house-tops, kneeling in all kinds of funny +places, or stalking very grandly through the wet grass. Sometimes in the +dim lamp-light they look as they stand about on the edge of the flat +roofs like stiff, badly-arranged ornaments, and sometimes ten or twelve +settle on some tree, when it seems as if their heavy bodies must weigh +it down. + +"They do not often come in numbers into the gardens of houses or the +outskirts of the town, but one was a very faithful visitor for a little +while in the neighbourhood of a house which was not at all central. This +house has a garden or compound, as Indians would say, which is connected +by a gate with a large square containing a large tank. There are many of +these tanks, in appearance like ponds or reservoirs at home, about +Calcutta and the neighbourhood. The natives fetch water to drink from +all, and in some they bathe and wash clothes. The tank now to be +described is enclosed by a wall with gates to the main road and into the +compounds of houses which come up to it. Round the tank is a broad +gravel-walk, and on either side the walk grows long rank grass. Frogs +abound in this grass, and crickets come out of holes in the ground, and +make a terrible whistling at night. For some time no adjutants appeared +in this tank square to feast on the rich supply of frogs; but at last +one day an adjutant was seen walking down the grass. With +self-important step and craning his long neck forward, he came slowly +on, hurrying a little when some frightened frog foolishly made a hop out +of his way. At last he reached a gate leading into one of the private +compounds, and there he paused. What he saw inside no one can guess, as +the grass is kept short; and except in one corner far, far away from the +gate, there were not half the fine fat frogs that Mr. Adjutant might +have found on his own side of the gate. Whatever he saw, certainly the +bird longed to get through. He poked his head through the bars as far as +he could on one side, took two steps to the other and tried that, back +again to the first, and so on, till that foolish, foolish bird had +walked twenty times to and fro. Then he went off in a huff, and stood on +one leg near the tank till dark, when it is to be hoped he recovered his +temper. About the same hour next day back came the adjutant to repeat +his yesterday's performance, except that he walked slowly round the tank +instead of standing on one leg when he found it a failure. Perhaps he +was thinking the thing over. He did not think to much purpose, for day +after day for more than a week back came the adjutant to walk like a +soldier on duty up and down, up and down, poking his head through the +bars each time. Sometimes he did it a score of times, sometimes only two +or three. After ten days he disappeared. Where is he? Has he gone to +find a blacksmith among the adjutants? or have his brother adjutants had +him shut up till he has sense to know the best way for a bird with wings +is, not to try to get through narrow bars, but to fly over the top?" + +Unlike its white cousin, the Black Stork rather avoids the society of +man, frequenting solitary places and building its nest on the very top +of the very tallest trees. It is really, however, not an unamiable bird, +as was proved by Colonel Montagu in the case of one which he managed to +catch by means of a slight wound in the wing, and which lived with him +for upwards of a year. It used to follow its feeder about, and displayed +a most inoffensive disposition. With other birds it was on terms, of +peace, and goodwill, never threatening them with its big, strong bill. +An excellent angler, its skill in capture was seen to greatest advantage +when it had to encounter an unusually slippery eel. + +Canon Tristram observed black storks among the shallows of the Dead Sea, +to which their prey was brought down by tributary streams. Surely no +picture more suggestive of utter solitude could be imagined than this of +the black storks, lovers of loneliness, fishing on the silent shores of +the Dead Sea. + +JAMES A. MANSON. + + + + +The Children's Own Garden. + +THE CHILDREN'S OWN GARDEN IN JULY. + +[Illustration] + + +July being generally the hottest month of the year, plenty of water is +an important thing in connection with Gardening, and as we have +previously recommended, apply it right and left, to shrubs, grass, +trees, flowers, and walks. It is most important for the leaves and stems +of plants to be perfectly free from dust and dirt, as this is one of the +very first steps to securing a strong, healthy, and vigorous growth. A +writer once described the pleasure in dry weather of attaching a hose to +a main and sending a stream of water over and on to the tops of the +young trees and shrubs as well worth 100 pounds a year to any lover of +Nature. A great drawback to town gardens, or gardens situated near +crowded thoroughfares, is that the plants there grown are almost +invariably smothered with dust: under such circumstances successful +gardening becomes simply a matter of impossibility, as hardly any plants +will thrive, or even live, under such conditions. A proper site is, +therefore, a matter of primary importance. + + * * * * * + +There is, however, plenty of work, other than watering, to be done this +month. Seed of a great number of plants should now be saved and +carefully placed in dry cool places until the time arrives for sowing +them. Cuttings of a multitude of perennials ought now to be secured and +immediately planted: those of such important plants as chrysanthemums, +pansies, snapdragons, stocks, and wallflowers, in particular; divisions +of auriculas and polyanthuses may now be made. If a cold frame be +available, utilise the same by keeping cuttings of the very hardy sorts +in it until they have thoroughly rooted, and transfer them to the open +border. Less hardy plants will need a protection of some sort through +the winter, and few things are more suitable for such a purpose than a +frost-proof frame, where air can be plentifully given every time the +state of the weather admits. + + * * * * * + +Dahlias will be now coming into full glory, and as the first three or +four flowers are usually worthless, cut them off before they fully +expand. Hollyhocks may now be frequently supplied with liquid manure. +Rose-trees will require looking after: give them plenty of rich food, +and, when the "perpetual" flowering section has done blooming, cut back +each shoot to about two or three buds from its base. Small pieces of +grass will periodically need mowing, and this ought to be done with a +proper mowing-machine, as a pair of shears invariably causes an +irregular and jagged after-growth. All unsightly vegetation, such as +dead leaves or flowers, dried up stems, &c., must be promptly removed; +weeds ought not to be allowed to grow a second pair of leaves--much less +to flower--before being exterminated. Trailing and climbing plants, +especially roses, will need careful attention, and keeping within +bounds: straggly or weakly shoots must be at once cut away. + + * * * * * + +The most important requirement just now in the kitchen-garden is water: +during hot weather completely saturate the ground with it. July is not a +very brisk month in the Children's Kitchen-garden; however, seeds of +such useful salads as lettuce and radish may still be sown; and a few +dwarf French beans can be put in if there is sufficient room. By sowing +a small quantity of the early sorts of peas, it is just possible to +obtain a fair crop, and particularly so if the autumn holds fine. + + * * * * * + +It may not be amiss to make a few remarks as regards gathering fruit, +flowers, and vegetables, as this is a much more important matter than is +usually thought. In gathering such salads as cress or mustard, and fruit +of every sort, an absolute rule is to exercise the utmost care; and such +"telltales" as broken branches, mutilated stems, and salads--cress, for +example--entirely up-rooted, will at once proclaim a slovenly method of +gardening. This, above all things, must be avoided. Skilful gardeners, +whether amateur or professional, will sever a flower with so much care +that its parent plant will scarcely be seen to shake whilst undergoing +the operation. In gathering peas, most people tug and pull at these as +if anxious to see how much strength the pods _can_ possibly bear. In +this instance, as in others where the same carelessness is employed, the +plants get severely disturbed, and a consequent short crop is put down +to the score of bad seed. Neatness, order, and care are principles of +great moment in Gardening. + + + + +A SUMMER HOUR. + +[Illustration: "'TIS HERE THE CHILDREN LOVE TO COME" (_p. 45_).] + + + A wide expanse of yellow sand, + A breeze so fresh and free, + Which, gently rippling, scarcely wakes + The calm and tranquil sea. + + Beneath the clear and shining wave + Bright shells and sea-weeds lie, + Reflecting all the golden light + Of the sweet summer sky. + + And many a crystal pool is there, + Where hermits lurk below, + And restless shrimps in coat of mail + Flash swiftly to and fro. + + A noon-day hush is over all, + Unbroken by a sound; + Till ... sudden peals of baby mirth + Wake all the echoes round. + + 'Tis here the children love to come, + On the bright sand to lie, + Or in the gleaming water hold + Their mimic revelry. + + Oh, happy hearts! those gladsome day + Upon the golden shore + Will linger on in memory still, + A joy for evermore. + +D. B. MCKEAN. + + + + +LITTLE MARGARET'S KITCHEN, AND WHAT SHE DID IN IT.--VII. + +_By PHILLIS BROWNE, Author of "A Year's Cookery," "What Girls can Do," +&c._ + + +"I should like my little pupils to learn to roast meat to-day," said +Mrs. Herbert, as she entered the kitchen where the children were waiting +for her. + +"You will let it be beef, though, won't you?" said Margaret. "If we have +to cook meat we might as well cook the best kind of meat there is." + +"You consider beef the best kind of meat then, do you?" said Mrs. +Herbert. + +"Oh, yes! I should think every one does. Father says there is nothing +like the roast beef of old England." + +"English people generally like roast beef, I know," said Mrs. Herbert. +"Indeed, they have been so accustomed to take pains with it, that now it +is often said that English cooks roast well, if they do nothing else +well." + +"It seems to me that there is nothing to do in roasting meat," said +Margaret. "The fire does all the work; we put the meat down to the fire, +and in a little time we take it up, and it is done." + +"But the right kind of fire for roasting is not always made up in any +kitchen," said Mrs. Herbert. "The first thing which the cook who intends +to roast has to see after is the fire; and she ought to make it ready +quite an hour before she puts the meat down." + +"Oh dear, what a trouble!" said Margaret. + +"Please, ma'am, I know how to make up a fire for roasting," said Mary. +"I have done it many a time for my aunt." + +"Then tell us what you know about it," said Mrs. Herbert. + +"The fire must be a good size, larger than the meat which is to be +roasted before it. The cinders and dust must be cleared thoroughly away +from the bottom of the range, the live hot coals must be pushed to the +front, and the space at the back which is made empty must be filled up +with knobbly pieces of coal packed closely together, though not so +closely that the air cannot get through. The hearth must be swept up +tidily, and the cinders, mixed with a little damped coal-dust, must be +put at the back on the knobbly pieces of coal, and that is all." + +"Very good indeed, Mary," said Mrs. Herbert, "you evidently know all +about this part of the business." + +"But I don't see the good," said Margaret. "Why do we not make up the +fire when we are ready for it? It would last all the longer." + +"Because we want to have the fire clear and bright, not dull and smoky. +It must be kept bright all the time too, and it must not be allowed to +get hollow in places. Can you tell us, Mary, what you are to do if the +fire needs to be mended before the joint is finished?" + +"The live coal must be drawn to the front, ma'am, gently, so as not to +let any cinders go into the dripping-tin," said Mary. "But we ought not +to let the fire need mending; we must watch it and keep putting cinders +and pieces of coal on to keep it up." + +"You see now, Margaret, how important it is to have the right kind of +fire," said Mrs. Herbert. "Have you heard that red meat which is to be +roasted should hang for a while before being cooked?" + +"At any rate I have heard people say 'This meat is not tender; it has +not been hung long enough.'" + +"Just so. It is very important that red meats which are to be roasted +should be left to hang till tender. When we have a cool airy larder, we +can hang meat for ourselves, when there is no such larder the butcher +will hang it for us. The time which the meat must hang depends upon the +weather. In dry cold weather it may hang a long time--two or three +weeks--but in hot weather it must be quickly cooked, or it will not +keep. In frosty weather, too, it should be put in a warm kitchen for +some hours before being roasted, or it will not be tender." + +"What do you mean by red meats, ma'am?" + +"I mean, Mary, meats red in colour when cut, such as beef, mutton, and +game. What are called white meats, such as veal, lamb, and pork, will +not keep, and they therefore have to be cooked when fresh. Can either of +you tell me what is the first thing to be done when you are going to +roast meat?" + +The little girls thought for a minute, then Mary said, "When we were +going to boil the leg of mutton we weighed it, that we might know how +long we were to let it simmer." + +"Quite right, Mary. So you must do with this piece of beef. Weigh it and +then allow for roasting a quarter of an hour for every pound, and a +quarter of an hour over. If the joint is thick and solid we allow twenty +minutes to the pound. In fact, we should always have a little +consultation with ourselves before we begin to roast, and say to +ourselves, 'Is this meat solid and thick with little bone, or is it thin +and small?'" + +"How long must we give the sirloin of beef?" + +"A quarter of an hour to the pound and a quarter of an hour over. Cook +is now going to put down the dripping-tin and screen for us. I should +like you to watch her and then try to remember what is necessary. Do you +notice that she puts a large slice of dripping into the pan first +thing?" + +"What is that for?" said Margaret. "I thought the dripping dropped from +the fat." + +"So it will in a little time, but we want some hot fat to baste the meat +with immediately. If we put a slice in the tin a few minutes before the +meat is hung on the hook, the fat will melt and be ready for our +purpose. Never wash the meat before roasting it. If you do, it will not +brown properly, and the juices will be drawn out. Some cooks are very +particular to wash meat, and they say that it is dirty not to do so, for +we never know by whom meat has been handled. For my part I never feel +uneasy about meat which has been bought of a good butcher. If I had any +doubt on the subject I should wipe it well, but not wash it." + +"The dripping is quite melted now, mother. Shall we hang the meat on the +hook, and wind up the jack?" said Margaret. + +"Yes, dear; wind the jack before you put the meat up. In hanging the +meat recollect to put the thickest part downwards, because the heat of +the fire will be greatest at the bottom. Be careful, too, to pass the +hook through a secure place where there is little juice, for the flesh +will give way with cooking, and if you do not provide for this your +joint may fall into the pan. Do you recollect that when we were boiling +meat we first plunged the meat into boiling water to harden the albumen +on the outside so as to make a case to keep in the juices." + +"We cannot do that now, though," said Mary. + +"We can do something of the same sort. If we put the meat close to the +fire and baste it with hot fat for a few minutes at the beginning we +shall harden the outside. Then we may draw it back and roast it more +slowly till done. Above all things, however, we must be careful to baste +it well. Stand at one side of the fire, take the fat up carefully with +the basting-spoon, and pour it over the lean part of the meat. The +basting-spoon will not become too hot if you put it in a plate by the +side, not in the tin. If you baste the meat well, it will not shrink or +become dry and hard, it will be juicy and savoury, and it will be a good +rich brown colour." + +"How quickly the fat melts!" said Mary. "There is plenty of dripping in +the pan now." + +"We will pour a little of the dripping away shortly, for we want to have +it a good colour," said Mrs. Herbert. "If we let it remain too long +before the fire it will be burnt and discoloured." + +Very patiently and for a long time the little girls basted the roasting +joint, and at last they were rewarded by seeing it take a rich brown +colour. + +"In another quarter of an hour the beef will be roasted enough, ma'am," +at length said Mary, looking at the clock. + +"It smells as if it would taste all right, does it not?" said Margaret. + +"Now we must prepare for the gravy. Cook has put the dish for the meat +and the plates where they will get hot, for little girls cannot see +after everything. In this small saucepan is a little stock made by +stewing two or three bones and scraps (with no fat whatever), a sprig of +parsley, a few rings of onion, which have been fried till brown, an inch +of celery, and five or six peppercorns in water. I do not know whether +you noticed that this stock has been stewing by the side of the fire +ever since we came into the kitchen; I have skimmed it every now and +then, and covered it closely again." + +"I noticed it," said Margaret. "I thought it would turn out to be for +something which we wanted." + +"It is for gravy. You see it is a rich deep brown colour, gained from +the browned onion. We must strain this gravy, put a little salt with it, +let it boil, then unhook the joint, pour a couple of table-spoonfuls of +this gravy into the dish, put the rest into a gravy tureen, and serve at +once. There will be plenty of gravy altogether, if we use that which is +in the tureen and the dish as well. Besides, our joint has been well +basted, and is not dry, so gravy will run from the meat into the dish." + +"Can't we make gravy from the dripping-tin?" + +"We should have had to do so if there had been no stock," said Mrs. +Herbert. "In that case we should pour out the fat from the tin very +gently and carefully till we come to the brown sediment at the bottom. +We should mix with the sediment a breakfast-cupful of boiling water, and +scrape, with the spoon, any little brown dried specks of gravy there +might be. When we had obtained as much gravy as possible we should +strain it into a saucepan and keep it hot till the meat was quite +ready." + +"I am sure father will enjoy this roast beef," said Margaret. + +"I hope and think he will," said Mrs. Herbert. "Beef roasted in this way +before the fire is most excellent. It is, however, not nearly so common +as it once was, for with the stoves and kitcheners now in use, it is +easier to bake, or, as it is called, to roast meat in the oven. I +therefore wanted you to understand the best way of roasting meat, and +you shall next learn how to roast it in the oven." + +(_To be continued._) + + + + +HOW PAULINA WON BACK PETER. + +A FAIRY STORY. + +"Bravo! bravo! bravo!" + +It was a tiny voice that spoke, sweet and clear as a nightingale's; but +it was not a nightingale. It was a large brown and scarlet butterfly, +with a dash of purple in its wings. + +The mannikins paused in their gambols, and one made a bow, whilst +another skipped up the scarlet runner that had suddenly shot up out of +the ground, and twined in and out in fantastic knots, and brought +himself to a level with the butterfly. + +"If you had but wings!" added the butterfly. + +[Illustration: "PETER WAS SITTING UP IN BED."] + + "Wings, ah yes! how we should like them! + Then we'd fly so high, so high, + Turning somersaults, and fluttering + Like----a graceful butterfly." + +"Now," continued the mannikin, "as you are an emperor, I really think +that you might order some wings for us. What do you say?" + +"A Red Emperor," observed the butterfly; "but after all there's not much +in it. It is, you see, all in the name. And I haven't really any power +whatever to give wings or anything else. For you must know that I am +under orders myself." + +The mannikin looked at the Red Emperor in surprise. + +"And you an Emperor?" said he. "Hasn't this scarlet runner sprung up so +that we might run up it to speak to you?" + +"That may or may not be," began the Emperor. "But----" + + +II. + +"But what?" + +No, the Red Emperor was not speaking now. Somehow the butterfly and the +mannikins had got into the book that Paulina was reading to Peter. + +Peter was sitting up in bed; he had also a book in his hand, and he +threw it down and sprang out of bed, crying out-- + +"But what a splendid butterfly!" + +"Oh, your sprained ankle, Peter!" cried Paulina. + +But Peter was at the window, in fact, half out of it; and his left +ankle, which was bound up with bandages, suddenly appeared to be quite +as free from pain as his right ankle, which had nothing whatever the +matter with it, and he leaned over the window-sill, murmuring-- + + "Dancing, prancing. + Flitting, glancing, + Now retreating, now advancing, + Wait, and I will come to you, + Through the window, through, through, through." + +"Oh, Peter! how can you?" said Paulina. + +But Peter was gone, and when Paulina looked out of the window, she could +see neither him, nor the mannikins, nor the scarlet runner. + +Of course she could not, for they were not there. Where had they gone? +oh where? oh where? + +[Illustration: "PAULINA HAD A STICK ... IN HER HAND."] + +III. + +"Never mind, Paulina; it is a warm summer day." + +Was it the great butterfly who spoke? No one else was near, and he was +sunning himself among the elder blossoms. + + "Ho, ho, ho! away they go, + High and low, swift and slow, + Over and over, heels over head, + Peter and all the mannikins red." + +Paulina now listened breathlessly. + +"That is to say, the mannikins have red jackets and caps, and they are +rolling along so fast, with Peter in the midst of them, that you will +find it quite impossible to overtake them." + +"Are you speaking to me?" said Paulina. + +"Of course I am. Can't you hear what I am saying? I am the Red Emperor." + +"Then please, good Mr. Red Emperor, fly away, and tell Peter to come +home again." + +"I am an Emperor," replied the butterfly, "and I cannot be ordered by a +little girl. You must get back Peter yourself." + +"But I can't see Peter. Where is he?" + + "He's out of sight, oh quite! oh quite! + And up in cloudland such a height! + He's in a state of much delight, + But you must get him home ere night." + +"But I can't get to cloudland." + +"Of course not, you're much too heavy." + +Paulina began to cry. + +"If you make such a dreadful noise I shall fly away. Otherwise I shall +stay, and tell you what to do in order to get Peter back." + +"I will do anything in the world," said Paulina; "whatever you tell me +to do I will at once do." + +[Illustration] + +"There is but one thing to do--you must become an artist." + +"That is impossible," sobbed Paulina. "What shall I do? What shall I +do?" + +"Take off that prim little cap. Tie up your hair with black ribbon, and +put on a blouse. Then you will be an artist." + +"But I've never learned to draw." + +"Pooh!" said the Red Emperor. + + +IV. + +Paulina did not know where she was or how she came there, but she found +herself before a wall on which hung a scroll with a face roughly +sketched upon it. Paulina had a stick with a bit of chalk at the end of +it in her hand, and she did not know whether she had drawn the face or +not. + +"Perhaps I did," said she. "I think it is a likeness of the moon." + +"Pooh!" answered a voice. + +Paulina knew that it was not the Red Emperor, for he had flown away. She +looked round, but there was no one to be seen. Still the voice went on +speaking-- + + "It's the sun but just begun; + When it's done there will be fun. + Mannikins in red and blue, + Will bring something good for you." + +"Who are you? where are you?" asked Paulina. "And do you know anything +of Peter? He went with the mannikins." + +[Illustration: "PAULINA ... BEGAN TO PUT ON THE COLOUR."] + +"Yes, up in the clouds with them. I saw him. The clouds were drifting +hither and thither, and he could not keep steady upon them, so he +tumbled down to the earth again." + +"Oh dear! Oh dear! What a fall he must have had!" + +Paulina heard a curious whistling, crackling laugh that seemed to go off +in gusts: puff, puff! blow, blow, blow! phew, phew! And then it subsided +into a gentle whistle. + +"It's nothing to laugh at," said Paulina. "He'll catch cold, and he must +be very much hurt." + +"No he isn't; he has hurt some one else instead. I saw him standing over +the boy that he had knocked down." + +"He was always fighting," murmured Paulina. + +"And he had on a full suit of blue clothes," said the voice, "and +striped stockings and a white collar." + +"Blue! That's his best suit. How did he get it?" + +"I don't know everything," replied the Wind, for it was the Wind who was +speaking to Paulina; "but + + I boxed his ears, and ruffled his hair, + And left him standing astonished there." + +"Oh!" ejaculated Paulina. "How can I get him home again?" + +The Wind whistled for a short time, and then answered-- + +"By getting a palette, and brushes, and paint, and canvas, and becoming +an artist. What is the use of wearing a blouse and long stockings, and +having your hair tied with black ribbon, if you are not going to be an +artist?" + + +V. + +The Wind had gone away, the scroll with the sun's face drawn upon it +had vanished, and Paulina was not where she had been a few moments +before. She did not know where she was, and everything seemed to be +going the wrong way; but she saw the Red Emperor resting upon a +rosebush, so she felt that she was not without a friend. + +"I've been waiting for hours," said the Red Emperor testily, "and so has +the easel, also the paints and palette; and the canvas is stretched and +the sketch made. You have nothing to do but to mount up to your seat, +and fill in with colours. Shade away, beginning at the left corner, and +make haste." + +Paulina looked at the canvas, upon which was the outline of a figure +reclining upon a rock. She was going to say she could not shade it, when +the Red Emperor said sternly-- + +"No nonsense! Mount to the seat and paint as fast as you can, for if the +painting is not finished before the stars come out, Peter will never +come home again." + +Paulina scrambled up; she took the palette in one hand, the brush in the +other, and began to put on the colour as fast as she could. She did not +take any pains, but dabbed away, beginning in the left-hand corner. She +scarcely looked at what she was doing; but somehow or other it answered, +and the picture progressed rapidly. Paulina herself was surprised, but +she knew that she must lose no time, for the stars were only waiting for +the twilight. + +"The evening star, oh! don't let it come," said a very tiny little +voice, that sounded like Peter's, a long way off; and it went on +saying-- + + "Oh, Paulina! I have been a + Naughty boy, I know. + Don't look up and don't look down, dear, + On with the painting go." + +[Illustration: "STANDING OVER THE BOY" (_p._ 49).] + +"I should be dizzy if I looked down: I'm so very high up," answered +Paulina; "but I should like to know where you are, Peter." + +"Never mind where he is," said the Red Emperor, "so that he is +somewhere; that is enough for you. He is not far off. You will descend +as the picture draws near completion, and at the last stroke of your +brush you will see him. Obey me, or Peter will vanish away, and you will +never see him again." + +Again Peter's voice was heard-- + +"Yes, I'm near you, but I've grown very small; the Wind shook me about +till I was only half the size I ought to be, just for knocking down a +boy who came in my way. Go on, Paulina; paint away, make no delay, or I +shall have to go away." + +And the Red Emperor also said, "Go on." + + +VI. + +And Paulina went on with her work. Her palette was almost clean, so +thoroughly had she used up all the colours upon it, and the painting +only wanted a few more touches, which she added carefully. Then she drew +a little backward to take a view of her picture. She closed her eyes for +a moment, the better to consider the subject, and when she opened them, +the picture, the easel, the palette, and brushes had disappeared, and +she was standing in a garden where roses and lilies and red carnations +were growing, and fountains were sending up cool white spray. The Red +Emperor was there also. + +And beside Paulina there stood Peter himself. + +"I am my proper size again," said he. "It's been all a very wonderful +journey, and I've seen wonderful sights." + +Paulina kissed him, saying-- + + "Peter, let us happy be + With one another; + Henceforth be content with me, + Little brother." + +"Of course he must be content," said the Red Emperor severely. + +"Of course he must," echoed the Wind, "if not, I shall whirl him away to +the top of a mountain." + +[Illustration: "ONE OF THE MANNIKINS TUMBLED."] + +"Of course he must," said two mannikins who suddenly appeared in sight, +rolling and pushing along what seemed to Paulina to be the half of a +large orange. + +Not that it was anything of the sort. + + "It's a casket of gold + From the caverns old, + Where the dwarfs are working for ever. + All that it doth hold, + If you should be told, + Oh! would you believe it? no, never!" + +And one of the mannikins tumbled over it, and turned somersaults, and +rolled it up to Paulina. + +And then the Wind whispered very softly to her-- + + "Little maid, I told you true, + Mannikins in red and blue + Would bring something good for you + If the painting well were done + Ere the setting of the sun." + +"Yes, yes," said Paulina; "it's all true; but the painting's gone, and +it all seems like a dream; and I've got Peter back, and his ankle's +well. But how did he get his blue suit?" + +But that neither the Red Emperor nor the Wind told her; neither did +Peter, for when she asked him the question he only said-- + +"I don't know!" + +JULIA GODDARD. + + + + +[Illustration: THE EDITOR'S POCKET-BOOK. + +JOTTINGS AND PENCILLINGS, HERE, THERE, AND EVERYWHERE] + + +The Natural Bridge, Virginia. + +The two greatest natural curiosities--if one may use the phrase in this +connection--in North America are the Falls of Niagara and the Natural +Bridge in Virginia. A picture of the latter will be seen in our new +heading. It is an arch cut, so to speak, out of the rock, and stands +upwards of two hundred feet above the ground below. How it originated +has been a kind of puzzle, some urging that the rock was hollowed by an +earthquake, others that the bridge is the result of the action of water. +Unfortunately for these conjectures no ruins are to be seen beneath. The +bridge has formed the scene of several hair-breadth escapes. + + +The Colossus of Rhodes. + +The city of Rhodes is situated on the island of that name, which lies +some twelve miles from the coast of Asia Minor. It was founded four +hundred years before the birth of Christ, and, among other things, was +noted for its Colossus--pictured in our heading--which was reckoned to +be one of the Seven Wonders of the ancient world. The Colossus was a +gigantic statue in brass of Helios, or the Sun, and stood at the +entrance of one of the ports. It was 105 feet high. According to one +belief--which, however, is now abandoned--the Colossus bestrode the +harbour, one foot resting upon a pier at one side, the other upon a pier +at the other, while the figure itself was so lofty that ships in full +sail could pass underneath the outstretched legs. Sixty years after it +was built it was thrown down by an earthquake. + + +Chinese Palanquins. + +A favourite mode of travelling in China and other countries of the East +is by palanquin, which is a kind of wooden box, about twice as long as +it is high, with shutters and other appliances to make it comfortable. +The palanquin is carried by porters--just as in the drawing given above. +The vehicle is furnished inside with a mattress--on which the traveller +reclines--and cushions, and is also fitted with shelves and drawers. +Travelling is continued day and night. There are different kinds of +palanquins, some resembling the sedan chairs that used to be fashionable +in England. + + +The Flamingo. + +This queer bird--also shown in the heading above--is found in the +tropical and temperate regions of the globe, and frequents marshes and +shallow lakes. In deep water flamingoes swim, but they prefer to wade, +for then they can bend down their necks and rake the bottom with their +peculiar-shaped bill in search of food. Flocks of these birds, with +their red plumage, when seen from a distance, have been likened by +observers to troops of soldiers. + + +"God's Providence House." + +The house represented in the new heading, and bearing the above quaint +name, is situated in Chester, a city famed for its picturesque old +buildings. It is built of timber and brick, and upon the beam supporting +the second floor is carved "God's Providence is mine Inheritance, 1652." +It is supposed that Chester was visited with plague in that year, and +that this house was the only one which escaped the pestilence. Hence +arose the pious inscription of the grateful tenant. + + +An Ancient Monster. + +Once upon a time, so long ago that I cannot tell when, strange creatures +lived on land and sea. They have all died out now, but their bones are +sometimes found in a fossil state, and by means of them scientific men +have been able to construct, or piece together, as it were, these +old-world monsters. You will see the picture of one of them in the new +Pocket-book heading. It is called by the long name "Ichthyosaurus"--a +Greek term meaning "fish-reptile." This animal was a huge creature +something like a crocodile, with four paddles and a tail, and its native +element was water. It had a large head with big eyes, and its jaws were +well filled with terrible teeth. It possessed features in common with +fishes as well as with reptiles, and hence its compound name. + + +Arabs of the Soudan. + +Little folk who read their newspapers know something of the dauntless +courage of the Soudanese Arabs. The Soudan is a desert of vast extent, +partly bordering upon the boundaries of Upper Egypt. It is inhabited by +wandering Arabs and some other peoples. They are, most of them, quite +fearless, and even when opposed to British forces have shown a courage +worthy of their foes. Armed--like the one drawn in our heading--with +spear and shield--for but a few of them owned rifles and fired them +unskilfully--they rushed again and again right up to the serried ranks +of the British soldiers. These Arabs have several vices, but no one has +denied them the highest degree of bravery. + + +A Lesson in Charity. + +It is related of the late Mr. Peter Cooper, an American benefactor, that +he was one day watching the pupils in the portrait class connected with +the Women's Art School of Cooper Institute. About thirty pupils were +engaged in drawing likenesses of the same model from various points of +view--some in profile, some full face, some nearer and others farther +from the light, and so forth. After studying the scene for a while Mr. +Cooper said, "Such a sight as this should be a lesson in charity, when +we perceive how the same person may be so different, according to the +way he is looked at by various people." + + +The Busy Bee. + +Few little folk have any idea of the labour that bees have to expend in +the gathering of honey. Here is a calculation, which will show how +industrious the "busy" bee really is. Let us suppose the insects confine +their attentions to clover-fields. Each head of clover contains about +sixty separate flower-tubes, in each of which is a portion of sugar not +exceeding the five-hundredth part of a grain. Therefore, before one +grain of sugar can be got, the bee must insert its proboscis into 500 +clover-tubes. Now there are 7,000 grains in a pound, so that it follows +that 3,500,000 clover-tubes must be sucked in order to obtain but one +pound of honey. + + +The Dwarf Trees of China. + +In China, that land of curiosities, may be seen oaks, chestnuts, pines, +and cedars growing in flowerpots, and fifty years old, but not twelve +inches high! They take the young plant, cut off its tap-root, and place +it in a basin of good soil kept well watered. Should it grow too +rapidly, they dig down and shorten in several roots. Year by year the +leaves grow smaller, and in course of time the trees become little +dwarfs, and are made pets of like canaries and dogs. + + +What is the "Lake School"? + +In reading about poets and poetry, you will sometimes find an allusion +to the "Lake School." This was the term applied by a writer in the +_Edinburgh Review_ to Wordsworth, Southey, and Coleridge, because they +resided in the lake district of Cumberland and Westmoreland, and +because--though their works differed in many respects from each +other--they sought for inspiration in the simplicity of Nature rather +than in the study of other poets, or of the prevailing fashion. + + +The Cuckoo's Fag. + +Tom Brown, as readers will remember, was in deep trouble at Rugby about +the fagging system in vogue during his "school-days." Many things have +happened since then, and amongst others a marked improvement in fagging. +The cruelty and insolence and selfishness of it have disappeared, and +the system itself will one day die out. As regards boys, so far so good. +Among some feathered folk, however, fagging flourishes in full vigour; +and so long as there are cuckoos so long will there be fags. Many birds +are imposed upon, one of the commonest victims being the hedge-sparrow. +For days a sparrow has been watched while it fed a hungry complaining +intruder. It used to fly on the cuckoo's back and then, standing on its +head and leaning downwards, give it a caterpillar. The tit-bit having +been greedily snatched and devoured, the cuckoo would peck fiercely at +its tiny attendant--bidding it, as it were, fetch more food and not be +long about it. Wordsworth tells us in a famous line that "the child is +father of the man," and no apter illustration of this truth could be +found than the cuckoo. Let us trace his early life history, and to begin +with, peep into, say, a wagtail's nest. It contains a few eggs all +seemingly alike. In due time they are hatched, and you at once notice +that one of the baby birds is quite different from the rest. It is +blind, naked, yellowish, and ugly, and ere long will prove itself a +monster. How did it come to be born there? Well, you must know that it +is a young cuckoo. + +[Illustration: THE CUCKOO'S FAG. (_See p. 52._)] + +Now, its mother has several bad habits. For instance, she does not make +a nest, but lays her egg on the ground, and then places it in a nest +where there are others like the one she has laid. She is cunning, you +see, as well as lazy and cruel; for she has, like a thief in the night, +introduced into an innocent home a real tyrant. The young cuckoo soon +reveals its true character. It begins by edging the wee wagtails to the +side of the nest and then turning them out one by one. Of course the +little things thus thrown over fall to the ground and die, but even if +some kind person were to restore them to their home, they would be again +bundled out in the same brutal fashion. Having got rid of the children +of the rightful owners of the nest the ruthless sneak speedily cries for +food; and the parents of the ejected birds actually tend this glutton +with the greatest diligence. The young cuckoo is ever gaping for food, +and for weeks the poor foster-parents are kept hard at work to supply +its hunger. Why do they do so? Probably because they regard it as one of +their own offspring, though they may have a sort of instinctive notion +that there's something wrong; and so the weary round of fagging goes on +until the cuckoo takes itself off to start life on its own account. So +greedy, lazy, and thoroughly selfish, however, is this bird that after +it has outgrown its nest, and is quite able to provide for itself, it +will still look to its industrious comrades for its meals. + + +The Greatest Whirlpool in the World. + +Off the coast of Norway, close to the Lofoden Islands, the current runs +so strong north and south for six hours and then in the opposite +direction for a similar period, that the water is thrown into tremendous +whirls. This is the far-famed Maelstrom, or whirling-stream. The +whirlpool is most active at high and low tide, and when the winds are +contrary the disturbance of the sea is so great that few boats can live +in it. In ordinary circumstances, however, ships can sail right across +the Maelstrom without much danger, and the tales about the vessels and +whales which have been engulfed in the stream are more or less pure +fables. + + +The Dog and the Telephone. + +An intelligent dog was recently discovered wandering about the streets +of an American city, by a gentleman who knew it. He at once asked its +master by means of the telephone whether he had lost his dog. The reply +came "Yes; have you seen it?" To which the further instruction was sent, +"Suppose you call him through the telephone." Accordingly the dog was +lifted up and the ear-piece placed at its ear. "Jack! Jack!" shouted its +owner, whereupon Jack, recognising the voice, began at once to yelp most +vigorously, and licked the telephone in a friendly way, evidently +thinking that its master was inside the machine. + + + + +A QUEEN OF THE BEACH. + +(_See Coloured Frontispiece._) + + + We played together on the sands, + We roamed the moors for heather, + We climbed the cliffs with clasping hands + In the wild and windy weather; + And sweet were my little queen's commands + As we merrily played together. + + Her eyes were blue as the limpid sea + When the morning sun is on it, + Her locks were bright as the corn might be + With the blaze of noon upon it, + And her scarlet cap was a charm to me, + But her laughing lips outshone it. + + So fearless was the little maid, + Not a danger could astound her, + With her bucket and her busy spade, + On the sea-bound shore I found her, + Of the winds and the waves all unafraid + While the sea-gulls floated round her. + + And many a house of sand we reared, + The walls with shells adorning, + While boats our happy playground neared, + And breakers gave us warning + That though we neither paused nor feared, + All would be gone next morning. + +A. M. + +[Illustration] + + + + +The "Little Folks" Humane Society. + +SPECIAL NOTICE. + + +The Editor desires to inform his Readers that the names of Officers and +Members of The LITTLE FOLKS Humane Society will be printed in the +Magazine as usual during the next six months, but that after the present +Volume is completed, and when Fifty Thousand Names have appeared, the +publication of the Lists will be discontinued. As, however, the +operations of the Society will still be carried on, and some accounts of +its progress will from time to time be given in LITTLE FOLKS, the Editor +hopes to receive, as hitherto, the "promises" of all Children who are +willing to join; and, on receipt of these, their names will be inscribed +on the Register of the Society, and Certificates of Officership and +Membership also forwarded to them if stamped addressed envelopes be +enclosed. (The number of Officers and Members now on the Register is +about 49,500). The Editor is aware that in certain instances intending +Officers find that it takes many months to complete the list of fifty +names, which it is necessary to collect in order to become an Officer, +and he thinks it probable that the total of Fifty Thousand referred to +above will be reached before some of his Readers have been able to +obtain this number of "promises" from other children. To meet this +difficulty, and in order that the efforts on behalf of the Society of +such children may be rewarded just as they would have been had the +publication of names in LITTLE FOLKS been longer continued, the small +book and medal hitherto given to Officers will still be awarded; though +in all cases it will be necessary, in sending up the fifty "promises," +to enclose a Certificate from a Parent, Teacher, or other responsible +person, stating that the list had been commenced previous to the +appearance of this notice in LITTLE FOLKS. The book and medal will not +in future be awarded to any readers other than those just referred +to--that is, those whose lists of fifty names are in actual progress at +the present time (July 1st, 1884). + + + + +_TWENTY-NINTH LIST OF OFFICERS AND MEMBERS._ + +_Officers' Names are printed in Small Capital Letters, and the Names of +their Members are printed beneath. Where a short line, thus "----," is +printed, the end of an Officer's List is indicated._ + + AGE + 41266 Herbert Buxton 14 + 41267 C. M. Balfour 10 + 41268 J. L. Balfour 7 + 41269 C. W. Balfour 18 + 41270 R. H. Pimm 13 + 41271 P. H. Marquand 9 + 41272 Chas. H. Mitchell 9 + 41273 Thomas Halsall 11 + 41274 J. M. Marquand 13 + 41275 Joseph Reeves 12 + 41276 A. B. Marquand 11 + 41277 W. Hodgkinson 13 + 41278 Arthur Handley 11 + 41279 F. T. Freeland 10 + 41280 T. L. Allkins 14 + 41281 H. Felthouse 12 + 41282 F. Nugent 13 + 41283 Edgar B. Hulland 15 + 41284 Kate Hodgkinson 16 + 41285 George C. Britton 7 + 41286 Winnie Grayston 6 + 41287 Eddie C. Britton 4 + 41288 Mary Gillman 13 + 41289 Mathor Gilman 9 + 41290 Fanny Darlington 20 + 41291 Elsie Sanders 13 + 41292 Mary A. Boonham 11 + 41293 Elizbth. A. Benson 11 + 41294 H. L. Franklin 12 + 41295 Eliz. A. Wright 9 + 41296 L. F. Wileman 12 + 41297 Mary S. Harris 8 + 41298 Harry Smith 11 + 41299 Wm. A. Franklin 10 + 41300 K. A. Minton 9 + 41301 A. Henderson 16 + 41302 Mary Henderson 15 + 41303 Cecil Henderson 11 + 41304 Ethel Norton 6 + 41305 Mabel Norton 5 + 41306 Matilda Norton 4 + 41307 Herbert Hare 12 + 41308 Clara Norton 13 + 41309 EDITH E. MORRISON, Wakefield + 41310 Kate Milsom 11 + 41311 Harriet Hardman 11 + 41312 Fredk. C. Brown 8 + 41313 Mary A. Dean 13 + 41314 Sarah Hirst 20 + 41315 Louisa Brunton 12 + 41316 Eliza Blackburn 17 + 41317 Cissy Scholes 17 + 41318 Annie Goodridge 18 + 41319 Polly Scholes 9 + 41320 Flornc. A. Scholey 15 + 41321 Charles Scholey 11 + 41322 John Scholey 19 + 41323 Charltt. 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Wibberley 11 + 41362 Joseph Wibberley 13 + 41363 William Smee 8 + 41364 William Yeomans 11 + 41365 Harry Wibberley 9 + 41366 Albert E. Riley 10 + 41367 Arthur Copestick 10 + 41368 John Lovel 9 + 41369 John Warde 14 + 41370 Henry Castledine 13 + 41371 William Hatton 9 + 41372 W. H. Haynes 12 + 41373 William Matthews 10 + 41374 William Smith 9 + 41375 Christopher Shaw 12 + 41376 Walter Green 11 + 41377 William Garratt 8 + 41378 Arthur Wibberley 11 + 41379 Charles M. Smee 12 + 41380 Arthur Smee 9 + 41381 A. Carmicheal 12 + 41382 Alfred Bunting 12 + 41383 Harry Bunting 16 + 41384 Frank Bunting 14 + 41385 H. 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Waldegrave 16 + 41605 William Hunt 9 + 41606 Sydney Freeman 7 + 41607 William Tillson 16 + 41608 Hugh Smith 6 + 41609 Grace Packer 8 + 41610 Thos. A. Cooper 16 + 41611 John Sheavyn 13 + 41612 Essie Lawson 12 + 41613 A. Creswell 17 + 41614 Geo. H. B. Hay 15 + 41615 L. L. Bright 19 + 41616 William Pye 13 + 41617 Rosa W. Jones 20 + 41618 F. G. Bourne 10 + 41619 Isabella R. Brady 8 + 41620 Mary H. Brady 13 + 41621 Edith Creswell 12 + 41622 Alfred H. Brady 14 + 41623 John A. Pearson 18 + 41624 Stanley Bourne 7 + 41625 Alice Felkin 11 + 41626 Connie Smith 9 + 41627 Albert Dobson 17 + 41628 Lina M. Bourne 9 + 41629 Ada M. Lea 14 + 41630 Herbert Lea 6 + 41631 Edith M. Sellars 9 + 41632 Sarah L. Lea 14 + 41633 Mary Willby 17 + 41634 Bertha A. Goold 11 + 41635 Morton B. Paton 11 + 41636 Blanche Sellars 9 + 41637 Alfred P. Williams 9 + 41638 Lottie Lawson 11 + 41639 Amy Lawson 9 + 41640 Joseph Gregory 11 + 41641 GEORGINA M. CALLUM, Tadcaster 10 + 41642 Frances E. 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Halliwell 10 + 41761 James Stewart 10 + 41762 Emma Stewart 7 + 41763 JAS. D. HAWORTH, Bolton 11 + 41764 William Dell 9 + 41765 Jas. Hodgkinson 11 + 41766 Annie Pearce 11 + 41767 Arthur Crompton 5 + 41768 Geo. Warburton 10 + 41769 Jane A. Lipkott 12 + 41770 Peter H. Lipkott 13 + 41771 M. A. Warburton 20 + 41772 H. Warburton 18 + 41773 M. H. Windsor 17 + 41774 E. Hodgkinson 16 + 41775 J. Entrohistle 11 + 41776 George Scholes 11 + 41777 John P. Brierly 9 + 41778 Frank S. Lomax 7 + 41779 James Lomax 6 + 41780 Emily Taylor 12 + 41781 William Taylor 10 + 41782 J. Greenhalgh 9 + 41783 R. Pendlebury 11 + 41784 J. Norris 10 + 41785 W. Wood 10 + 41786 T. Mather 6 + 41787 A. Pendlebury 7 + 41788 John Wood 11 + 41789 R. Pendlebury 9 + 41790 E. Bennett 16 + 41791 Arthur Walsh 13 + 41792 Arthur Gregory 12 + 41793 Harold Jackson 10 + 41794 Joseph Sutton 10 + 41795 Samuel Rostron 10 + 41796 George Blagg 12 + 41797 M. F. Graveson 11 + 41798 A. W. Mardsley 8 + 41799 James Pearson 10 + 41800 Fred Duxbury 11 + 41801 James Hurst 8 + 41802 John Kingley 14 + 41803 James Fairhurst 12 + 41804 Joseph Flitcraft 10 + 41805 Frederick Dell 5 + 41806 Bertie Scott 7 + 41807 F. Harper 8 + 41808 Albert Whittaker 12 + 41809 Bertha Murphy 13 + 41810 F. A. Murphy 12 + 41811 W. Whittaker 10 + 41812 Thos. H. Pilling 14 + 41813 A. H. Horrobin 10 + ---- + 41814 Edith Hammett 11 + 41815 R. C. N. Bodily 14 + 41816 T. R. E. Kendall 14 + 41817 H. A. Ayton 12 + 41818 F. M. Stokes 13 + 41819 Edith Welsh 14 + 41820 Herbt. C. Welsh 11 + 41821 Percy E. Welsh 9 + 41822 Cecil A. Welsh 7 + 41823 Lilian M. Welsh 5 + 41824 Pierre David 10 + 41825 Alice M. A. Grum 9 + 41826 Violet Dumergue 8 + 41827 E. M. Dumergue 12 + 41828 Edith Hinchliffe 11 + 41829 JAS. C. CLEMENTS, Arnold (Notts) 10 + 41830 A. W. Clements 7 + 41831 H. M. Clements 4 + 41832 Samuel Surgey 10 + 41833 Arthur Pearson 14 + 41834 Arthur Greaves 10 + 41835 William Gretton 11 + 41836 John H. Casterton 10 + 41837 Sarah E. Lee 6 + 41838 A. Hopkinson 11 + 41839 Hedley Spray 8 + 41840 William Moore 9 + 41841 Annie E. Smith 7 + 41842 James Lee 11 + 41843 Ernest Spray 14 + 41844 Arthur Spray 12 + 41845 Herbert Spray 10 + 41846 Mary E. Spray 6 + 41847 William Baguley 8 + 41848 Samuel Castleton 9 + 41849 William Castleton 7 + 41850 Walter Swift 10 + 41851 Albert Greaves 8 + 41852 Edwd. Parkinson 3 + 41853 Arthur Smith 5 + 41854 Florence Beckett 8 + 41855 Sarah A. Wayte 7 + 41856 George Beckett 13 + 41857 Mary E. Kirk 5 + 41858 Emma Woodcock 17 + 41859 Elizbth. Durrant 13 + 41860 George A. Wayte 10 + 41861 Annie Parkinson 16 + 41862 John Parkinson 5 + 41863 Ada Gretton 9 + 41864 Parker Peck 9 + 41865 Arthur Peck 10 + 41866 Arthur Ward 12 + 41867 Edith Ward 11 + 41868 Isaac Morris 10 + 41869 Gertrude Ward 10 + 41870 B. Skellington 10 + 41871 John Skellington 8 + 41872 Geo. Skellington 5 + 41873 Arthr. Skellington 12 + 41874 Stephen Pinder 9 + 41875 Arthur Baguley 9 + 41876 Walter Wood 11 + 41877 Ellen Parkinson 14 + 41878 Elizab. Parkinson 7 + 41879 W. H. Ward 14 + 41880 GERTRUDE E. BALES, Norwich 12 + 41881 Wm. M. Wright 10 + 41882 Rose E. Bishop 13 + 41883 Percy W. Mitchell 7 + 41884 Laura G. Nudd 8 + 41885 A. S. Newhouse 9 + 41886 Charles Bishop 7 + 41887 Donald Shields 5 + 41888 Eleanor Bush 8 + 41889 Herbert G. Smith 10 + 41890 Henry Thompson 9 + 41891 James Sherly 7 + 41892 Edith M. Nudd 10 + 41893 Horace Browne 8 + 41894 Frederick Daines 10 + 41895 Sydney Betts 16 + 41896 Maud H. Sluman 7 + 41897 Frank Hines 10 + 41898 Gertrude S. Betts 8 + 41899 Ernest T. Hook 8 + 41900 May E. Hawes 8 + 41901 Edith M. Ayers 6 + 41902 Harry J. Parker 7 + 41903 Ellen Barber 13 + 41904 Maria Farrow 11 + 41905 Harriett Mildred 13 + 41906 Lenard J. Mobbs 6 + 41907 Anna Kidd 8 + 41908 Edith M. Betts 15 + 41909 E. C. Winearls 18 + 41910 L. A. Winearls 16 + 41911 Blanche Betts 13 + 41912 O. C. Hayward 8 + 41913 M. E. Waller 10 + 41914 Edith J. Downes 8 + 41915 A. M. McGowan 11 + 41916 Ellen Cartwright 15 + 41917 Maggie Porter 14 + 41918 Nellie Lewis 13 + 41919 Jessie Porter 16 + 41920 Eva M. Ward 12 + 41921 Julia Hunt 15 + 41922 Rosa M. Ward 14 + 41923 A. W. Loveless 11 + 41924 Alice M. Loveless 12 + 41925 F. A. Loveless 6 + 41926 Ellen H. Loveless 9 + 41927 Clara P. Dunnett 9 + 41928 Arthur F. Dunnett 10 + 41929 Annie G. Sayer 10 + 41930 Susanna A. Beech 20 + 41931 May G. Roy 15 + 41932 Harry R. Pearson 16 + 41933 Alfred E. Roy 10 + 41934 Catherine A. Roy 15 + 41935 C. A. M. Gregory 9 + 41936 F. G. Gregory 7 + 41937 L. M. Osborne 8 + 41938 Nellie Dawson 7 + 41939 Gertrude Dawson 9 + 41940 Harry L. Curl 10 + 41941 Percy Curl 8 + 41942 Kate Beatley 10 + 41943 Charles Beatley 8 + 41944 Annie H. Bone 11 + 41945 Laura Bone 13 + 41946 Mary A. Bales 15 + 41947 Mary Noverre 6 + 41948 Katie E. Cork 12 + 41949 Amelior G. Ayers 9 + 41950 R. H. Tunbridge 14 + 41951 Hugh C. Jagger 11 + 41952 F. F. C. Jagger 8 + 41953 F. J. Markham 13 + 41954 Arthur Corfield 8 + 41955 Arthur Corbett 10 + 41956 E. B. Hutton 11 + 41957 EDITH M. ELLIS, Shooter's Hill 14 + 41958 C. Dempsey 11 + 41959 Fredk. C. Ellis 6 + 41960 Charlie Tutt 11 + 41961 Eily Bedford 5 + 41962 Emmie Barnes 10 + 41963 Lizzie Tutt 17 + 41964 George King 15 + 41965 Nellie King 15 + 41966 Georgina Dixon 11 + 41967 Isabella Purvis 11 + 41968 Mary Martin 9 + 41969 Edith Tucker 11 + 41970 Mary A. Fish 20 + 41971 Alice Hendley 12 + 41972 Kathln. G. Latter 13 + 41973 Kathleen Turtle 7 + 41974 Lilly Tutt 14 + 41975 James Tutt 9 + 41976 Clara E. Fisk 17 + 41977 Madoline Latter 12 + 41978 Martha Fisk 13 + 41979 Tulip Tutt 12 + 41980 Marion Turtle 9 + 41981 Thomas Fisk 6 + 41982 Herbert Martin 8 + 41983 Harriett Clark 13 + 41984 Rose Clark 10 + 41985 Ada Barrett 13 + 41986 Ada E. Ellis 13 + 41987 Ada Fisk 9 + 41988 Emily Fisk 7 + 41989 Frederick Fisk 14 + 41990 Jane Davies 14 + 41991 Isabella Purvis 11 + 41992 Janie Monument 9 + 41993 Edith Groves 14 + 41994 Annie Stace 15 + 41995 Louisa Monument 14 + 41996 Florrie Groves 17 + 41997 Jessie Purvis 7 + 41998 Alice Furlong 9 + 41999 Hilda M. Ellis 12 + 42000 E. Whittingham 9 + 42001 Maud Godfrey 12 + 42002 Mary Tricker 12 + 42003 Kathleen M. Ellis 12 + 42004 Henrietta Clark 8 + 42005 Freddy Imors 7 + 42006 Ada Jessop 9 + ---- + 42007 Amy Norgrove 14 + 42008 Harriet Selby 15 + 42009 Clara Lumley 14 + 42010 Emily Selby 15 + 42011 Margt. A. Keary 12 + 42012 Pauline Keary 18 + 42013 Ann R. Dawson 11 + 42014 Maud B. Deacon 13 + 42015 Edith I. Deacon 8 + 42016 Fredk. Deacon 10 + 42017 Edith K. Deacon 11 + 42018 Annie B. Colman 8 + 42019 Chas. Boardman 14 + 42020 Kate Boardman 12 + 42021 Florence Wood 14 + 42022 NELLIE BURDOCK, Wisbech 17 + 42023 Lottie Dann 10 + 42024 Florence Holland 15 + 42025 E. Farrow 11 + 42026 Alice Nichols 15 + 42027 F. A. Humphrey 15 + 42028 Ethel Ferguson 8 + 42029 Rose Dann 12 + 42030 Annie Burdock 19 + 42031 Alice Clarke 10 + 42032 A. Walpole 14 + 42033 May Stanley 15 + 42034 Alfred J. Dann 17 + 42035 S. Osborn 17 + 42036 Charlotte Kemp 16 + 42037 Carrie Peatling 11 + 42038 F. Stockdale 14 + 42039 Cissie Mantegani 10 + 42040 Emmie Atkins 13 + 42041 E. Winters 10 + 42042 Nellie Grant 12 + 42043 E. Budge 10 + 42044 Emma Cobb 11 + 42045 Walter F. Gamble 17 + 42046 J. Budge 9 + 42047 Agnes Holland 12 + 42048 M. Oldfield 17 + 42049 F. Shipley 11 + 42050 J. Slanford 10 + 42051 A. Way 10 + 42052 Hattie Cox 11 + 42053 L. Tumacliffe 13 + 42054 Grace Tansley 12 + 42055 Maud Oldfield 12 + 42056 H. Candler 19 + 42057 J. Donaldson 12 + 42058 Charles W. Dann 9 + 42059 E. Way 9 + 42060 Annie Smith 12 + 42061 Lizzie Bray 13 + 42062 H. Winters 14 + 42063 J. Shipley 14 + 42064 Bell Woods 15 + 42065 Katie Burdock 5 + 42066 Alice Johnson 18 + 42067 R. Shipley 9 + 42068 Clara Barker 13 + 42069 Cissie Cross 8 + 42070 J. Plumb 7 + 42071 Alice F. E. Rainey 11 + 42072 Evelyn Barker 13 + ---- + 42073 Agnes Primrose 14 + 42074 EDITH LAWSON, Kensington, L. 14 + 42075 Kate E. Ridgeon 11 + 42076 Ada M. Bond 14 + 42077 Eva M. Bond 15 + 42078 Edith Lavender 11 + 42079 I. A. Kinninmont 18 + 42080 Ethel M. Bond 12 + 42081 Bessie Lowson 13 + 42082 Maggie Lowson 11 + 42083 Kate E. Chiles 10 + 42084 Jeanie P. Dunlop 10 + 42085 F. L. Kinninmont 13 + 42086 George Beale 7 + 42087 Kate M. Hooker 18 + 42088 Edith Rayner 15 + 42089 Emily Clark 9 + 42090 George E. Clark 16 + 42091 Alice Scott 14 + 42092 Eva Scott 8 + 42093 Harriett L. Block 16 + 42094 Alice Watson 10 + 42095 Amy N. Smith 12 + 42096 Emily Weatherley 20 + 42097 M. A. Weatherley 17 + 42098 Margt. P. Watson 8 + 42099 Caroline Roper 20 + 42100 Marian Rayner 18 + 42101 Charlotte Bird 8 + 42102 J. Holmes 13 + 42103 Rose Brown 8 + 42104 Florry Waters 7 + 42105 H. Collingwood 7 + 42106 M. Hamlyn 11 + 42107 Laura Hamlyn 10 + 42108 Herbt. E. Adams 13 + 42109 Percy Adams 11 + 42110 Daisy Adams 15 + 42111 Milly H. Smith 15 + 42112 Janie Watson 14 + 42113 Lilian M. Orchard 13 + 42114 Bessie Webster 11 + 42115 Beatrice Webster 8 + 42116 Rachel Webster 15 + 42117 K. Bennett 13 + 42118 Edith Watson 7 + 42119 Maggie Scott 17 + 42120 Agnes H. Jeffrey 14 + 42121 Maggie Beattie 12 + 42122 Bella Cable 14 + 42123 Ethel I. Boldero 11 + 42124 M. M. Boldero 14 + 42125 M. P. Lawson 12 + 42126 Mena G. Lawson 11 + 42127 ALICE M. A. GREEN, Hounslow 7 + 42128 Maude A. Green 9 + 42129 M. A. Williams 18 + 42130 R. M. Green 5 + 42131 W. C. Green 4 + 42132 Rose Ayres 8 + 42133 H. Ayers 6 + 42134 Sarah Smith 15 + 42135 C. Smith 12 + 42136 Emily Smith 4 + 42137 Annie Ayers 9 + 42138 Mary H. Davis 11 + 42139 L. Smith 7 + 42140 Thomas Smith 8 + 42141 Anny Hulsy 8 + 42142 Harriett Harvy 11 + 42143 Mary Caunin 5 + 42144 Wm. J. Plunkett 7 + 42145 Annie Plunkett 9 + 42146 Elizbth. Plunkett 6 + 42147 Ellen Binnfy 5 + 42148 J. H. Jennings 6 + 42149 A. Jones 9 + 42150 B. Jones 6 + 42151 J. Jones 9 + 42152 A. Martin 9 + 42153 E. Martin 11 + 42154 W. Martin 14 + 42155 Emily Harvy 6 + 42156 William Harvy 9 + 42157 Florence Vickery 7 + 42158 Lizzie Azle 4 + 42159 Thomas May 13 + 42160 Stephen May 7 + 42161 Fanny May 16 + 42162 Eliza Azle 4 + 42163 Fredk. Azle 7 + 42164 Emily Benham 9 + 42165 Emily Ayres 8 + 42166 Mary A. Ansell 10 + 42167 Rose R. Lenton 11 + 42168 E. Paynter 7 + 42169 W. Ansell 6 + 42170 Hannah White 11 + 42171 Thomas White 7 + 42172 T. Fairchild 11 + 42173 W. Turner 8 + 42174 Rose H. Turner 6 + 42175 C. Turner 14 + 42176 M. Turner 11 + 42177 Annie Hutchings 8 + 42178 H. Hutchings 10 + 42179 E. Hutchings 6 + 42180 A. Hutchings 4 + 42181 A. E. McCready 9 + 42182 H. McCready 6 + 42183 Wm. McCready 4 + ---- + 42184 Bessie Dawe 14 + 42185 Alice L. Loney 8 + 42186 Ralph E. Loney 10 + 42187 Annie L. Carver 13 + 42188 Edith M. 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Smith 16 + 42229 Jeanie Johnstone 13 + 42230 Nellie Beeson 14 + 42231 Lavinia Richards 15 + 42232 Florence Levey 14 + 42233 Agatha Cock 13 + 42234 K. Buckus 13 + 42235 Sarah A. Clifton 16 + 42236 Annie C. Fairy 6 + 42237 Earl Pettit 11 + 42238 Emily Pettit 16 + 42239 John W. Pettit 14 + 42240 Susan M. Pettit 9 + 42241 Emma Gaunt 13 + 42242 William Reeve 14 + 42243 Fanny E. Hopkins 14 + 42244 Lottie Taviner 7 + 42245 R. E. Anderson 13 + 42246 Caroline Hobden 7 + 42247 Edith Dawson 11 + 42248 Blanche Dawson 9 + ---- + 42249 Samuel Pinder 10 + 42250 P. E. Gee 14 + 42251 Ellen Stace 12 + 42252 Alice E. Hallett 15 + 42253 Edwd. Willshere 8 + 42254 T. A. Minoprio 12 + 42255 RACHEL R. KINLOCH, Rothesay 12 + 42256 Joseph A. Murray 18 + 42257 Elizabeth Murray 11 + 42258 Chas. R. Kinloch 16 + 42259 Robt. S McKim 13 + 42260 Jessie B. McKim 10 + 42261 Agnes B. Cook 11 + 42262 L. K. Thomson 13 + 42263 M. A. J. Stribling 17 + 42264 Maggie Smith 14 + 42265 Rebecca Smith 12 + 42266 Bessie Ronald 12 + 42267 Agnes Ronald 13 + 42268 Annie Kerr 15 + 42269 S. McKellar 15 + 42270 C. M. Kinnon 19 + 32271 Jessie R. Wright 9 + 42272 Margaret Warren 20 + 42273 Jane S. Brown 14 + 42274 Agnes S. Brown 12 + 42275 John Brown 9 + 42276 Janet S. Black 12 + 42277 Jane Black 9 + 42278 Maggie Ferrier 13 + 42279 Susie Bell 14 + 42280 H. Montgomerie 13 + 42281 Maggie J. Duncan 13 + 42282 Isabella McIntyre 12 + 42283 Annie Wilson 13 + 42284 Janet Wilson 11 + 42285 Annie Duncan 12 + 42286 Lizzie Clunas 7 + 42287 Kate Sharp 12 + 42288 B. S. S. Morrison 11 + 42289 Christina Waugh 12 + 42290 Bella Mitchell 12 + 42291 Agnes A. Black 11 + 42292 Alexander Black 10 + 42293 K. D. Macdougall 11 + 42294 I. D. Macdougall 8 + 42295 Maggie E. Philip 8 + 42296 Gracie Gray 10 + 42297 Elizab. J. Heron 14 + 42298 Helen Heron 13 + 42299 Elizabth. L. Smith 10 + 42300 Lily McMillan 13 + 42301 Mary McKinnon 12 + 42302 Maggie Hunter 12 + 42303 Flora Hunter 14 + 42304 Louisa Donald 13 + 42305 M. Paterson 10 + 42306 Jane Clark 11 + ---- + 42307 Frank H. Barber 14 + 42308 K. Bennett 13 + 42309 GEO. A. GRAVESON, Bolton 12 + 42310 Ada A. Fletcher 9 + 42311 Jane Fenton 7 + 42312 Nellie Evans 13 + 42313 Lizzie Hall 12 + 42314 Annie Rosbottom 12 + 42315 Arabella Taylor 10 + 42316 Arthur M. Evans 7 + 42317 Robert Evans 6 + 42318 S. J. Graveson 16 + 42319 F. M. Fletcher 4 + 42320 Elizabeth F. Mee 10 + 42321 Mary Mee 8 + 42322 Jessie Harper 11 + 42323 Mabel Tibsey 7 + 42324 Albert Orrell 7 + 42325 Nancy Schooles 7 + 42326 George Rostron 6 + 43327 Bertha Schools 9 + 42328 E. Birtinshaw 14 + 42329 Chas. Birtinshaw 9 + 42330 Beatrice Rostron 11 + 42331 Edith Rostron 15 + 42332 Harry Rostron 14 + 42333 B. Birtinshaw 7 + 42334 F. M. Greenhalgh 6 + 42335 A. F. Greenhalgh 7 + 42336 C. E. Greenhalgh 11 + 42337 Ellen Colinson 15 + 42338 Jane Colinson 17 + 42339 Prudence Corner 12 + 42340 Lily Corner 11 + 42341 Tily Orrell 12 + 42342 Fred Orrell 12 + 42343 Willie Orrell 13 + 42344 Fred Davis 13 + 42345 Lenard Hesketh 13 + 42346 Harry Moors 13 + 42347 William Tomison 13 + 42348 Edwin Almond 13 + 42349 Harry Haworth 12 + 42350 Fredk. Wilcock 12 + 42351 James Horrocks 13 + 42352 Samuel Rigby 13 + 42353 William Batter 13 + 42354 George Moors 13 + 42355 Samuel Lomax 13 + 42356 Harry Gastle 13 + 42357 James Shaw 13 + 42358 Fred Shaw 14 + 42359 John Amer 13 + 42360 John Morden 13 + ---- + 42361 K. L. Mackenzie 11 + 42362 W. F. Mackenzie 9 + 42363 H. D. Mackenzie 7 + 42364 E. V. Hensley 10 + 42365 Percy W. Smith 7 + 42366 James H. Smith 7 + 42367 B. E. Harris 9 + 42368 Beryl Montague 17 + 42369 Coral Montague 14 + 42370 Bessie J. Ellis 11 + 42371 Ethel Freund 12 + 42372 George J. Freund 9 + 42373 H. M. Vaughan 11 + 42374 Bryan W. Bulman 13 + 42375 C. E. Bulman 10 + 42376 E. M. Mackenzie 10 + 42377 G. P. Bulman 6 + 42378 Arthur G. Foxon 9 + 42379 Annie L. Foxon 14 + 42380 John H. Foxon 17 + 42381 Wm. E. Foxon 12 + 42382 James Watson 6 + 42383 E. M. C. Standen 10 + 42384 CYRIL H. TODD, Skipton 9 + 42385 Margt. Bradley 14 + 42386 Edith W. Fox 11 + 42387 H. W. Hargrove 12 + 42388 Sissy Haycroft 10 + 42389 Charles E. Hirst 20 + 42390 Ben W. Clayton 17 + 42391 Thomas Pickles 20 + 42302 Daniel Verity 19 + 42393 Jany Hirst 19 + 42394 Geo. Thornton 7 + 42395 T. Whiteoak 9 + 42396 Sarah Lobley 13 + 42397 Hannah Swire 17 + 42398 Agnes Whiteoak 7 + 42399 Caroline Butter 8 + 42400 Syrenna Oldfield 16 + 42401 Ellen M. Wynn 12 + 42402 M. A. Thornton 14 + 42403 C. E. Whiteoak 11 + 42404 Ethel E. Williams 9 + 42405 Geo. R. Williams 13 + 42406 V. E. Wynn 14 + 42407 Ethel G. Wynn 10 + 42408 Cyril E. Wynn 16 + 42409 Julia Williams 19 + 42410 Mabel B. Wynn 8 + 42411 Smith Brown 7 + 42412 Adina Garnett 8 + 42413 Sarah E. Bradley 7 + 42414 D. Coulthard 13 + 42415 Thos. Mawson 15 + 42416 Eliza Fountain 12 + 42417 Arthur Garnett 10 + 42418 A. A. Hargrave 15 + 42419 Sarah J. Geldard 8 + 42420 Mary E. Maud 14 + 42421 Reena A. Hirst 12 + 42422 Sykes Hirst 17 + 42423 Fanny Haycroft 14 + 42424 Mary H. Fox 14 + 42425 Alice Shaw 10 + 42426 George Simpson 8 + 42427 Eva Bradley 6 + 42428 Willie Craven 12 + 42429 Edith Windle 7 + 42430 Lucy Fox 9 + 42431 Oscar Craven 7 + 42432 John E. Bradley 8 + 42433 Ainee Hargrave 10 + 42434 James Whiteoak 11 + 42435 Geo. Mainprize 12 + ---- + 42436 Mabel H. Plant 10 + 42437 Lucy J. Clarke 12 + 42438 Laura M. Lloyd 12 + 42439 ERNEST BREARLEY, Bedford 14 + 42440 George Gowing 15 + 42441 Arthur Swinton 15 + 42442 Sidney Mence 14 + 42443 Bertie Mannell 13 + 42444 A. Leadbeater 14 + 42445 Percy Talbot 13 + 42446 Hettie Henville 14 + 42447 Fred Ellis 15 + 42448 Edwd. G. Neame 14 + 42449 Alfred J. Mant 11 + 42450 Herbert Droive 12 + 42451 C. F. Waterman 15 + 42452 James Platts 12 + 42453 William Droive 13 + 42454 Edith Platts 10 + 42455 Charles Purcell 13 + 42456 John Wilson 13 + 42457 Hilda Bentham 15 + 42458 Willie Whitlock 10 + 42459 John Cawley 16 + 42460 Henry Heap 12 + 42461 William Dotchin 15 + 42462 Godfrey Droive 8 + 42463 Wm. H. Hare 11 + 42464 Annie Kelley 13 + 42465 Fred Rainsford 17 + 42466 Fanny Sheldon 7 + 42467 George Sheffield 15 + 42468 R. Locke 15 + 42469 J. Crook 17 + 42470 Herbert Russell 17 + 42471 L. Short 15 + 42472 Violet Sheffield 14 + 42473 William Mitchell 13 + 42474 J. Lloyd 16 + 42475 Cecil Mitchell 10 + 42476 W. Brien 11 + 42477 Thomas Sheffield 13 + 42478 John Everard 15 + 42479 Hugh Watson 11 + 42480 Willie Homes 9 + 42481 Hedley Brasier 14 + 42482 Ralph Sheldon 10 + 42483 Osborne Parr 13 + 42484 R. Matthews 9 + 42485 A. S. Soung 16 + 42486 George C. Brand 16 + 42487 Emma Bell 12 + 42488 Graham Gosling 13 + 42489 ELIZ. HARKER, Chesterfield 18 + 42490 C. M. Parker 18 + 42491 John Hawken 12 + 42492 Wm. H. Parker 14 + 42493 M. Z. Tomlinson 13 + 42494 Helena Hayman 14 + 42495 Edith Platt 14 + 42496 Joseph M. Benson 6 + 42497 Arthur J. Benson 7 + 42498 Edith A. King 13 + 42499 Serena Burdon 13 + 42500 Alfred J. Harker 8 + 42501 Frank Sampson 12 + 42502 B. Sampson 11 + 42503 Annie Stray 13 + 42504 J. M. Sampson 6 + 42505 M. J. Caparn 16 + 42506 Harold Caparn 18 + 42507 E. R. Caparn 11 + 42508 A. S. Caparn 13 + 42509 Annie B. Whiles 14 + 42510 Mabel A. Whiles 5 + 42511 Florrie A. Whiles 13 + 42512 Kate M. Whiles 15 + 42513 A. O. Harrison 8 + 42514 Rowland Smith 11 + 42515 Ethel Bright 12 + 42516 Arthur A. Smith 14 + 42517 Dora Greaves 14 + 42518 M. Hollingworth 18 + 42519 Amy Deeley 10 + 42520 D. R. Handley 12 + 42521 E. B. Brown 11 + 42522 C. E. Stevenson 13 + 42523 Elizabeth Oliver 13 + 42524 Sarah Ward 17 + 42525 Mary Smith 17 + 42526 C. E. Drabble 18 + 42527 E. Hollingworth 15 + 42528 Edith Walker 11 + 42529 E. P. Huggins 16 + 42530 F. J. Wheatcroft 13 + 42531 Ernest A. King 9 + 42532 Lizzie Davenport 18 + 42533 G. M. Drabble 15 + 42534 Edgar C. Benson 11 + 42535 Annie E. Fox 16 + 42536 E. M. Knowles 19 + 42537 L. Woodward 16 + 42538 A. M. Webster 6 + 42539 Mary Harker 16 + 42540 HERBT. R. HEYHOE, Swaffham 12 + 42541 Grace E. Heyh 14 + 42542 H. Heyhoe 12 + 42543 Harry Ward 8 + 42544 Sarah J. Wilson 13 + 42545 H. E. Warnes 7 + 42546 Gertrude Warnes 10 + 42547 H. Thurgood 11 + 42548 Bathsheba Scarf 15 + 42549 E. Spencer 9 + 42550 Horace Smith 10 + 42551 Stanley Smith 8 + 42552 Sydney Smith 9 + 42553 Robert Smith 13 + 42554 Ernest Rolfe 10 + 42555 William Rolfe 13 + 42556 John Rose 10 + 42557 Amy Pheasant 16 + 42558 Ethel Pheasant 14 + 42559 Ernest Pheasant 11 + 42560 Ernest Powley 14 + 42561 Ada Payne 12 + 42562 Guy Matthews 9 + 42563 Lilian Nuthall 9 + 42564 Ernest Nuthall 13 + 42565 Fredk. Johnson 13 + 42566 Edgar C. Johnson 11 + 42567 Willie Johnson 7 + 42568 Frances Kew 14 + 42569 Charles Kew 12 + 42570 Posseen Hill 16 + 42571 Edmund Green 12 + 42572 Chas. Durrant 10 + 42573 John Cross 13 + 42574 Herbert Cross 11 + 42575 Walter Clark 16 + 42576 Ernest Copland 13 + 42577 Emily Cooke 14 + 42578 Ernest Carter 12 + 42579 Edgar Carter 12 + 42580 Emma Burton 18 + 42581 T. Bunting 8 + 42582 Olive Blomfield 16 + 42583 G. Blomfield 13 + 42584 Fredk. Alpe 11 + 42585 R. E. Alpe 13 + 42586 Ernest Alpe 9 + 42587 Horace Alpe 6 + 42588 Harry Alpe 12 + 42589 Alice M. Alpe 13 + ---- + 42590 Alice Grieve 10 + 42591 Janet Bell 10 + 42592 Cath. Redshaw 11 + 42593 Elizabeth Cook 9 + 42594 H. W. Turner 9 + 42595 Robert Ainslie 13 + 42596 Agnes Ainslie 17 + 42597 John Shiel 12 + 42598 Clara Peden 10 + 42599 John Elliot 9 + 42600 Janet Renwick 12 + 42601 Mary Renwick 10 + 42602 Agnes Elliot 11 + 42603 James Ridshaw 9 + 42604 Jane Wilson 12 + 42605 Jessie Hall 9 + 42606 A. M. MacLeod 19 + 42607 Elsie F. Boulton 12 + 42608 Henrietta L. May 14 + 42609 Marion Hill 13 + 42610 Ada Fish 14 + 42611 M. E. van Gelder 13 + 42612 Annie I. Boydell 10 + 42613 Isabel Hill 14 + 42614 Mary L. Jones 14 + 42615 A. E. B. Jones 13 + 42616 W. L. Darbyshire 7 + 42617 C. A. Darbyshire 13 + 42618 L. M. Darbyshire 12 + 42619 Henry C. Harris 6 + 42620 A. M. Twining 7 + 42621 EDITH SEALY, Weybridge 13 + 42622 Rachel E. Spyers 14 + 42623 Annie Wilson 13 + 42624 Tiny Garvice 8 + 42625 Edith Sherwood 19 + 42626 Wm. Gammon 12 + 42627 Nellie Atherstone 14 + 42628 Percy Rose 18 + 42629 Florie Armstrong 10 + 42630 G. Waters 13 + 42631 Alice Castle 14 + 42632 Montie Castle 9 + 42633 Maud Castle 11 + 42634 Bessie Era 16 + 42635 E. Thomas 16 + 42636 Henry Laity 4 + 42637 John Beckerleg 7 + 42638 E. A. Boase 16 + 42639 John Angove 10 + 42640 Abigail Jago 8 + 42641 H. Short 8 + 42642 Elizabeth Beare 9 + 42643 Bessie Botterill 17 + 42644 Adela Sealy 10 + 42645 Minnie Groves 20 + 42646 Janie Jeffery 13 + 42647 Amy Castle 17 + 42648 Susan Light 10 + 42649 Joseph Light 11 + 42650 George Smith 10 + 42651 W. H. Spyers 13 + 42652 Ellie Marks 9 + 42653 Maude Sealy 16 + + + + +TRUE STORIES ABOUT PETS, ANECDOTES, &c. + +QUEER DOINGS OF A HEN. + + +DEAR MR. EDITOR,--I am writing to tell you of a hen who had a good +memory. She had some ducks' eggs put under her, which she sat on and +hatched; she was very proud of her brood, and accordingly she took them +out into the yard. In the yard was a pond, which the young ducks +immediately ran to, and in they went. She was in a great fright, and +flew from the shore to an island there was in the middle of the pond +incessantly, and ran round and round, and called them, but in vain. +After a time they came out of the pond, and she brought them up quite +safely. + +[Illustration] + +Again she was set on duck's eggs, and again they went into the pond and +put her in a terrible fright. These she reared as before. After this she +was set upon hen's eggs, and she hatched them all. Then she took the +chickens into the yard, expecting them to go into the pond as the +ducklings had; but they would not go near. So she called to them, and +flew backwards and forwards from the island; and when they would not go +in she actually took each one and tipped it over into the water! Thus +she drowned all her brood--a very queer thing for a hen to do. + +FLORENCE J. MEDDLYCOT. +(Aged 12-3/4.) + +_Hill Vicarage, Falfield, R. S. O., Gloucestershire._ + + +A STRANGE NURSLING. + +DEAR MR. EDITOR,--A friend of mine many years ago was walking with her +brothers and sisters, when she found a young rabbit which had been +slightly hurt. She picked it up and resolved to take it home and keep +it. But now the question arose, How was she to feed it? Suddenly a +bright idea seized her. The cat at home had lately had kittens, and some +of them being drowned, she (the girl) determined to put the rabbit with +the survivors. She did so, and to her delight the cat brought it up as +one of her own. + +SIDNEY H. DUXBURY. +(Aged 13-3/4.) + +_Locksley, Southborne-on-Sea, near Christchurch, Hants._ + + +WHO HID THE BRUSHES? + +DEAR MR. EDITOR,--My mother had a horse which she used to drive called +"Jacky," who disliked being groomed. The stable-men kept their brushes +in a little cupboard near his stall; but sometimes when they came to +groom him they could not find them. So one day they watched him, and saw +him slip his halter and go to the cupboard and knock with his nose until +he got it open. Then he took out the brushes and hid them under his +straw! + +ADELAIDE BENTINCK. +(Aged 11.) + +_Froyle House, Alton, Hants._ + + +A CURIOUS FRIENDSHIP. + +DEAR MR. EDITOR,--Last year, when we were staying at Amiens, I was very +much struck by a great friendship between a duck and a heron, both of +which were in the hotel garden. The heron looked very ill and weak, and +used to remain in the same spot for a long time, standing first on one +leg and then the other, the duck lying a little distance off. When the +heron wished to walk about it gave a feeble croak, and the duck would +immediately join it, and the two commenced walking round the garden. +When the heron was tired, it gave another croak, and the two companions +stopped their walk. The only time that the duck left the heron entirely +was for its meals, as the two birds were fed at different times. The +heron had a great aversion to rain, and at the least drop would shiver, +and shake its feathers. So, when it began to rain, the duck hurried its +companion on until they reached the little shed where they slept. +Sometimes the heron would begin walking without giving its croak for the +duck to accompany it. This annoyed the duck dreadfully, and it used to +waddle after the heron, quacking very angrily. If the heron appeared +more unwell than usual, the duck redoubled its attention. It was most +curious and interesting to watch them. + +MURIEL NASH. +(Aged 14-1/4.) + +_Tudor House, Belvedere Road, Upper Norwood, S. E._ + +NOTE.--Each Story, Anecdote, &c., when sent to the Editor, must be +certified by a Parent, Teacher, or other responsible person, as being +both _True and Original_. + + + + +OUR LITTLE FOLKS' OWN CORNER. + +ANSWER TO "PICTURE STORY WANTING WORDS" (Vol. XIX., _p. 320_). + +SECOND PRIZE ANSWER. + + +Little Freddie Mayton's father lived in America, but Freddie did not +live with him, for he was very delicate, and his father's home was among +the rice plantations, and it was not at all healthy; so Freddie went +away and lived with his mother, about seven miles from his father. + +Not being very strong he was allowed to run about as he liked, and he +got fond of the negro servants who worked about his home, but one +especially, whom he called "Uncle Sam." + +Uncle Sam was a powerful-looking old man, but he was now getting past +work, and he could not get his liberty, so he was obliged to work on. + +He was as fond of Freddie as Freddie was of him, and he was always ready +to do anything for the little boy, from carrying him on his back (for +Freddie was only six years old) to picking oranges for him to eat as he +sat on the grass beneath the cool shade of a tree. Freddie's seventh +birthday had come round, and his father had sent him a kind little +letter saying that if he wanted almost anything he could get him he +should have it. + +Freddie was delighted, and began to think what he should ask for. He had +everything a reasonable boy could wish for. At last he thought of +something. It was this he would ask for--Uncle Sam's freedom. + +He sat down at once and wrote a note to his father saying the thing he +most wished for was Uncle Sam's freedom, and he should be very pleased +if his father would grant it to him. Then he sealed it up, and running +out told a servant to ride with it to his father. + +He did not tell Uncle Sam anything about it, for fear his father would +not grant his request. + +When his birthday came, he had a present from his mother and some little +things from nearly all the servants of the household (for they all liked +him), but there was no letter. + +After breakfast, he wandered out into the garden, and walked towards +some high ground to see whether he could see anything of a messenger. +Yes! there sure enough was a horseman riding towards the house, and by +the time Freddie had got to the door the man had reached it. He handed +Freddie a letter, which he eagerly tore open. + +When he had read it, he ran quickly to Uncle Sam's hut, for his father +had said that though it was rather a surprising request he would grant +it, for Uncle Sam had served him for more than forty years. + +When Freddie reached the hut Uncle Sam was sitting on a stone outside +the cottage door, smoking his pipe. Freddie leaned against his knee and +read him the letter, and when Uncle Sam heard it he thanked his little +benefactor so much that Freddie declared he had never enjoyed a birthday +present so much. + +EDITH E. LUCY. +(Aged 12.) + +_Thornleigh, 50, Woodstock Road, Oxford._ + +Certified by ALICE LUCY (Mother). + + +LIST OF HONOUR. + +_First Prize (Divided):--Half-Guinea Book, with Officer's Medal of the +"Little Folks" Legion of Honour, to_ C. MAUDE BATTERSBY (15), Cromlyn, +Rathowen, Co. West Meath, Ireland; _and Half-Guinea Book with Officer's +Medal to_ MARY JOHNSON (15-3/4), Boldmere Road, Chester Road, near +Birmingham. _Second Prize (Seven-Shilling-and-Sixpenny Book), with +Officer's Medal_:--EDITH E. LUCY (12), Thornleigh, 50, Woodstock Road, +Oxford. _Honourable Mention, with Member's Medal_:--KATE S. WILLIAMS +(15), 96, Oakfield Road, Penge; GERTRUDE E. BUTLER (12-1/2), 34, Lorne +Street, Fairfield, Liverpool; LOUIE W. SMITH (15), 11, Woodstock +Terrace, Glasgow; MARGARET SIMPSON (12), Elmhurst, near Garstang, N. +Lancashire; MARY WELSH (14), 1, Barton Terrace, Dawlish; Winifred L. +Coventry (11-3/4), Severn Stoke Rectory, near Worcester; KATE CHANDLER +(14), 1, The Terrace, Champion Hill; WILLIAM R. BURNETT (15), Scotby +Vicarage, Carlisle. + + + + +ANSWERS TO OUR LITTLE FOLKS' OWN PUZZLES (_Vol. XIX., page 377_). + +METAGRAMS. + +1. Pin. Tin. Gin. Fin. Bin. Sin. + +2. Red. Bed. Wed. Fed. Led. + + +MENTAL HISTORICAL SCENE. + +Iphigenia, daughter of Agamemnon, King of Argos, in Greece. + + +WHEEL PUZZLE.--LINCOLN. + +1. L ion. 2. I ron. 3. N oon. 4. C hin. 5. O wen. 6. L ean. 7. N oun. + + +MISSING LETTER PUZZLE. + +"Tell me not, in mournful numbers, +'Life is but an empty dream!' +For the soul is dead that slumbers, +And things are not what they seem." + +LONGFELLOW, _A Psalm of Life_. + + +GEOGRAPHICAL DOUBLE ACROSTIC. + +1. C ogna C. 2. O mag H. 3. T ripol I. 4. S unda L. 5. W illemstad T. 6. +O us E. 7. L eiceste R. 8. D evo N. + + +HIDDEN PROVERB. + +"The least said, the soonest mended." + + +DIAMOND PUZZLE.--LIVERPOOL. + +1. L. 2. T I n. 3. Da V id. 4. App E ars. 5. LIVERPOOL. 6. Tem P lar. 7. +Sc O ne. 8. D O g. 9. L. + + +DOUBLETS. + +1. Book, boot, blot, plot, plat. 2. Fire, fare, care, cart, cast. 3. +Tub, tun, tan, pan. 4. Fare, fame, lame, lamp. 5. Bad, bid, bin, fin. 6. +Soap, soar, sour, four, foul, foal. + + +A BIRD VIGNETTE. + +Head of a Rook. + + + + +Our Music Page. + +_Three Little Squirrels._ + +_Humorously_. quarter note = 100. _Words and Music by_ CHARLES BASSETT. + +1. Oh! three little squirrels lived in a big wood--Three naughty +young fellows, who called themselves good, And thought it not wrong to +play all day long, Instead of hunting for food. Their father and +mother worked hard ev'ry day, Providing for winter--while they were +at play--With care add-ing more each day to the store Of acorns and +nuts hid away. + +2. One day they were merry as merry could be, No time then for work +had these idle young three; So, wanting a meal, they thought they +would steal The nuts stored up in the tree. When laden and weary at +setting of sun, Their father came home and saw what they had done, He +scolded them roundly, and whipp'd them all soundly, And soon put an end +to their fun. + +3. The winter came quickly, and made them feel sad, For sometimes +there scarce was a meal to be had; Then vowed they no more to steal from +the store, But hard to work would be glad. So let me this piece of +advice give to you, "Don't steal from the cupboard or that you'll soon +rue; Waste not, for 'tis wrong, and want brings ere long: You can't +_eat_ and _have_ your cake too!" + +[Illustration] + + + + +OUR LITTLE FOLKS' OWN PUZZLES. + +RIDDLE-ME-REE. + +My first is in vase, but not in glass. +My second is in iron, but not in brass. +My third is in goodness, but not in sin. +My fourth is in coal, but not in tin. +My fifth is in sleet, but not in snow. +My sixth is in hit, but not in blow. +My whole is a flower that most people know. + +GERTIE HEAVER. +(Aged 13.) + +_164, Dereham Road, Norwich._ + + +SINGLE ACROSTIC. + +The initials form the name of a man or boy. + +1. A girl's name. +2. A lair. +3. That which fishes live in. +4. Part of the body. +5. A contest. +6. A water bird. + +M. E. DANSEY. +(Aged 9-3/4.) + +_Ampney Park, Cirencester._ + +[Illustration: POETICAL REBUS. + +The Answer is a verse from a well-known Poem.] + + +TRANSPOSED LETTER PUZZLE. + +Place these letters aright, and you will see three proverbs come to +view. + +1. Aadegghiillllnoorssttttt. + +2. Aaadeefhiillllprvw. + +3. Aaadddeeehhhimmnnooosssstt. + +MILSON R. RHODES. +(Aged 12-3/4.) + +_Crefeld Villa, Withington, near Manchester._ + + +HIDDEN PROVERB. + +I have lost every one of my shells. +That cloud prophesies a storm. +He has just received your note. +George, let us go for a walk. +James has given me a silver pencil. +I have torn the lining of my coat. + +EDWIN POTTER. +(Aged 10-1/2) + +_Price Street, York._ + + +ARITHMOREM. + +57 + EGNOSNT = an explorer. + +150 + 50 + PAEA = a mathematician. + + 1051 + ONT = a poet. + + 1101 + AREA = a continent. + + 1100 + NAUNHUS = a composer. + +550 + NOON = a city. + +ALICE MOSSMAN. +(Aged 13.) + +_Daisy Hilly Bradford, Yorks._ + + +DOUBLE ACROSTIC. + +The second letter of each word, and the last letter but one of each +word, read downwards form the names of two fishes. + +1. Asserts. + +2. An exclamation. + +3. A vehicle. + +4. Oxen. + +5. Something that points. + +6. To stick. + +7. To handle. + +8. One of the parts of speech. + +BESSIE NICHOLSON. +(Aged 10-1/4.) + +_202, Evering Road, U. Clapton._ + + +MISSING LETTER PUZZLE. + +A verse by Coleridge. + +I x e x r x h x e x n x i x n x m x r x n x r! + +x f x a x t x y x k x n x y x a x d! + +x n x t x o x a x t x o x g x n x l x n x a x d x r x w x, + +a x i x t x e x i x b x d x e x s x n x. + +CHRISTABEL G. MARSHALL. +(Aged 12-1/4). + +_10, Worcester Terrace, Clifton._ + + +SQUARE WORD. + +1. A girl's name. + +2. An open space. + +3. The back part. + +4. Spun wool. + +LILY WALPOLE. +(Aged 13-1/2.) + +_James Road, Stornoway, N.B._ + + +PRIZE PUZZLE COMPETITION. + +During the next six months we propose to make a variation in our Prize +Competitions which will, we think, prove an additional attraction to our +readers both at home and abroad. In the place of Two Quarterly +Competitions there will be Three Competitions, each extending over two +months, as below:-- + + I. THE SUMMER COMPETITION, consisting of Puzzles appearing in the + present (July) and the August Numbers. + + II. THE HOME AND FOREIGN COMPETITION, specially introduced for the + purpose of giving readers residing abroad an opportunity of + competing on favourable terms. Particulars of this will appear in + the September Number. + + III. THE WINTER COMPETITION, consisting of Puzzles appearing in the + November and December Parts. + +PRIZES. + + I. In the SUMMER COMPETITION there will be a First Prize of a + Guinea Volume; a Second Prize of a Half-Guinea Volume; a Third + Prize of a Five-Shilling Volume, awarded in EACH DIVISION, viz., + the SENIOR DIVISION for girls and boys between the ages of 14 and + 16 (_inclusive_), and the JUNIOR DIVISION for those _under_ 14 + years of age. There will also be awards of Bronze Medals, of the + LITTLE FOLKS Legion of Honour to the three next highest of the + Competitors following the Prize-winners in _each_ Division. + + II. In the HOME AND FOREIGN COMPETITION Special and Additional + Prizes will be offered, of which full particulars will be given in + the September Number. + + III. A List of Prizes in the WINTER COMPETITION will appear in the + November and December Numbers. + +REGULATIONS. + +Solutions of the Puzzles published in this number must reach the Editor +not later than July 8th (July 12th for Competitors residing abroad), +addressed as under:-- + +_The Editor of "Little Folks," +La Belle Sauvage Yard, +Ludgate Hill, +London, E. C._ + +_Answers to Puzzles. +Junior [or Senior] Division._ + +Solutions to Puzzles must be accompanied by certificates from a Parent, +Teacher, or other responsible person, stating that they _are the sole +and unaided work_ of the competitor. No assistance must be given by any +other person. + +Competitors can be credited only under their own name. + +The decision of the Editor of LITTLE FOLKS on all matters must be +considered final. + +The names and addresses of Prize and Medal winners will be duly +published in LITTLE FOLKS. + + +GAME PUZZLE FOR JULY. + +Our Game Puzzle for this month will be in the form of a little story. +Four children were one bright summer afternoon standing together in an +old-fashioned garden. There was Millicent, aged fourteen, upon whom sat +a weight of care, for it was her task to look after and amuse the other +three, viz., her two brothers Harry and Arthur, aged ten and eight +respectively, and little Beatrice, aged five. The children seemed +altogether out of sorts, they were cross, petulant, teasing, and would +settle to nothing. At last Milly thought of the toys indoors, and said, +"Now we will go and have a good game in the nursery." + +"No," said Bee, stoutly, "me don't want to do and play wiz dolly to-day. +I 'ike ze darden best." + +In this fashion answered the others. + +Then, said Milly, an idea dawning on her, "shall we try a new game out +of doors?" + +"A new game out of doors--just the thing," the boys chimed in. + +"Let us all stand," said Milly, "together by this bower, and in turn +think of some flower. I will begin, and so show you the way. I think of +a polyanthus, and I say, 'Who will first touch a poly?' Then I count +three, and if any of you can guess the word during that time we shall +all start together for the nearest polyanthus, and when we reach it +call 'polyanthus.' Who reaches the flower first scores a mark. Do you +understand?" + +Yes, they all thought that would do, and so they tried it quite +successfully. Such shouts of "Fuchsia," "Dahlia," "Geranium," +"Snapdragon," &c. &c.; but when it came to Beatrice's turn they thought +she wasn't old enough to think of a flower on her own account, and so +suggested all kinds of words. + +"No, me tell one myself," she said, and then grandly pronounced "Wo." + +"What's that?" they all exclaimed, and whilst Bee counted three they all +puzzled to find it out. + +Then little Bee ran a few yards and stopped at the nearest Rose-bush. +"Why, that's a _Rose_," said Harry. + +"Tourse it is, silly boy, didn't I say 'Wo?' and isn't it a 'Wosy +Posy?'" + +And so they all played on, and their little faces brightened into +smiles, and fretfulness was forgotten in a good game as it always is; +and by tea-time they were all thoroughly tired, and ready to go indoors +when mamma called them. + +There's the game, now for the Puzzle. You will find below a quantity of +syllables in squares. Those syllables, if sorted out correctly, will +make a certain number of wild and garden flowers, briefly described +below, and all you have to do is to pick them out and place them in +their proper order. + +SENIOR DIVISION. + ++------+-----+-------+------+------+-----+ +| tau | e | ach | clem | a | ber | ++------+-----+-------+------+------+-----+ +| mim | be | y | im | a | ris | ++------+-----+-------+------+------+-----+ +|eschs | ant | cen | u | ge | tis | ++------+-----+-------+------+------+-----+ +| i | val | ir | an | rhi | pol | ++------+-----+-------+------+------+-----+ +| zi | ra | cholt | ri | thus | num | ++------+-----+-------+------+------+-----+ +| nes | tum | an | a | lus | ry | ++------+-----+-------+------+------+-----+ + +The following flowers can be made from the above syllables:--1. A small +pink wild flower, bitter to taste, found in dry pastures--June to +September. 2. Many flowers on one stem. 3. Its name is derived from a +Latin word meaning mimic or ape. 4. A small but important order, +including the poppy and many poisonous plants. 5. With open mouth behold +this favourite flower. 6. Erect flowering-stems, found in damp +hedgerows, moist woods, edges of streams--June to August. 7. Its name is +derived from a word meaning sensitive to cold. 8. A beautiful purple or +white flower, seen on the walls of many homes. 9. "A plant ever young." +10. Touch the stamens with the point of a pin, and they all spring +forward and touch the pistil. + +JUNIOR DIVISION. + ++-----+-----+-----+------+------+------+ +| cel | o | cor | pim | e | beg | ++-----+-----+-----+------+------+------+ +| a | sue | an | di | nem | el | ++-----+-----+-----+------+------+------+ +| di | cam | op | dine | an | y | ++-----+-----+-----+------+------+------+ +| ag | sis | per | pan | o | cory | ++-----+-----+-----+------+------+------+ +| jas | ne | ri | thus | u | mo | ++-----+-----+-----+------+------+------+ +|nel | nia | tra | la | ny | mine | ++-----+-----+-----+------+------+------+ + +The following flowers can be made from the above syllables:--1. A pretty +yellow flower, found in damp fields, meadows, and brooks. 2. A white or +yellow flower found on houses. 3. A pretty little yellow flower, on high +flowering-stems, sweet in scent. 4. A "divine" flower. 5. +Bell-shaped--blue, purple, or white. 6. Purple, red, and yellow, +sometimes white. The fruit is a pod containing many seeds. 7. Sometimes +eaten as salads, the leaves and stems being flavoured with oxalic acid. +8. Named from the resemblance of its seed to a small beetle. 9. A +beautiful little crimson flower, covering the fields in summer. 10. A +beautiful white spring flower, found in copses and hedgerows. 11. A +beautiful pale blue flower, found especially on sand or chalk. + +The flowers must be named in the order given in the two lists. + +ANSWER TO PUZZLE NO. 17. + +SENIOR DIVISION. + +1. Christopher Sly. 2. Carolina Skeggs, Wilhemina. 3. Shallow, 4. Rene +5. Prester John. 6. Nahum Tate. 7. St. Loy. 8. Petronel Flash. + + CLASS I.--Consisting of those who have gained eight marks:--F. G. + Callcott. + + CLASS II.--Consisting of those who have gained seven marks or + less:--M. Bradbury, N. Besley, C. Burne, H. Blunt, A. Bradbury, G. + Clayton, J. Cooper, M. Cooper, H. Coombes, Ellen Corke, A. + Chappell, G. Dundas, E. B. Forman. C. Gilbert, E. Griffiths, H. + Gill, A. Garnham, M. Heddle, C. Hart, D. von Hacht, E. Hobson, H. + Leake, B. Law, E. Lloyd, A. M. Lynch, H. Leah, J. Lewenz, C. Morin, + M. More, C. Mather, E. Maynard, E. McCaul, E. Prate, M. + Addison-Scott, K. Stanton, A. Solomon, M. Somerville. M. Trollope, + Una Tracy, B. Tomlinson, Harold Watson, W. Wilson, E. Woolf, E. + Wedgewood, K. Williams, A. Wilson. + +JUNIOR DIVISION. + +1. Sir Torre. 2. Pip. 3. Humphrey Clinker. 4. Zem. 5. Bore. 6. Caesar. 7. +Troilus. 8. Duergar. + + CLASS I.--Eight marks:--D. Blunt, M. McCalman Turpie. + + CLASS II.--Consisting of those who have gained seven marks or + less:--A. Allsebrook, R. G. Bell, E. E. Borchard, L. Besley, C. + Burne, E. Blackbourne, E. Burdett, F. Boreham, E. Brake, F. Burne, + L. Biddle, F. Cooper, M. Cooper, A. Coombs, C. Crawford, E. + Coombes, M. Callcott, E. Carrington, F. Clayton, H. Chappell, J. + Chapman, S. Coventry, V. Coombes, C. D'Almeida, R. Dutton, E. + Elston, E. Evans, C. Fullford, M. Foreman, M. Frisby, L. Forrest, + A. Gilbert, L. Gill, G. Griffith, E. Gruning, A. Howard, F. Howard, + P. Hale, E. Hanlon, K. Hawkins, W. Hobson, W. Johnson, A. Kino, A. + King, A. McKelly, A. Leah, K. Lynch, J. Laneum, W. Lewenz, E. + Morgan, H. Mayer, J. Moore, M. Meredith, G. Morris, C. Moody, N. + Maxwell, F. Medlycott, E. Nicholson, G. Neame, E. Neame, F. Newman, + E. Quilter, S. Rolfe, M. Crompton-Roberts, E. Stanton, K. Simson, + L. Stibbs, E. Stanley, G. Stallybrass, H. M. Smith, M. Wood-Smith, + F. Todd, M. Wiper, K. Wedgwood, F. Woolf, L. Walpole, W. Wigram, J. + Williamson. + + _Note._--The following Competitors were credited in our Register + with Solutions to Puzzle No. 16, but by an oversight their names + were omitted from the list published in the May Number:--SENIORS. + W. Besley, H. Cornfield, G. H. Dundas, E. M. G. Gill, C. G. Hill, + H. Leah, C. J. Mather, C. G. Rees, H. R. Stanton, M. C. Welland, B. + Wright, E. L. Wilkinson, E. H. Wilkinson. JUNIORS. E. Elston, L. L. + Gill, W. Goligher, M. A. Howard, F. S. Howard, M. Jenkins, A. Leah, + F. J. Medleycott, E. L. Metcalf, H. J. Nix, E. A. Neame, G. Price, + C. Roberts, E. Stanton, M. W. Smith, M. C. Tonge, M. Turpie (K. + Lynch should have been in Class I. instead of Class II.) + + +The "Little Folks" Special Prize Competitions for 1884. + +The following is a Complete List of the SEVEN SPECIAL COMPETITIONS for +the present year in which--with the view of giving younger readers the +same opportunities of success as older ones--there are Senior Divisions +for those of the age of _Fourteen_ and _under Seventeen_, and Junior +Divisions for those _under Fourteen_:-- + + No. I.--PLAIN NEEDLEWORK, as shown in Night-dresses and Cotton and + Print Frocks for Children and Infants in Hospitals. + + [N. B.--In this Competition machine sewing is not allowed, and no + article is to be washed.] + + No. II.--ILLUMINATED TEXTS, suitable for hanging in the wards of + Children's Hospitals and kindred Institutions. + + [N. B.--The Texts are to be limited to from three to nine words. + The _designs_ are not to be _necessarily_ original, but _printed + outlines_ will not be allowable.] + + No. III.--SINGLE DOLLS IN COSTUME.--Historical, Military, Naval, + representing Nationalities, &c. + + [N. B.--The clothes should be made to take off and put on.] + + No. IV.--SCRAP-ALBUMS. + + [In this Competition the Albums may include not only ordinary + Scraps and Coloured and Plain Pictures, but also Pressed Flowers, + Ferns, Seaweed, Christmas, New Year, Easter, and Birthday Cards, + &c. &c. The Albums themselves may either be bought or made by the + Competitors.] + + No. V.--SINGLE DOLLS (including BABY DOLLS), in Ordinary Clothes. + + [N. B.--The clothes should be made to take off and put on.] + + No. VI.--TOYS, MADE OF ANY MATERIAL, AND WOOL PLAYTHINGS as shown + in Wool Balls, Knitted and Crocheted Reins, &c. &c. + +In _each_ of these Six Competitions (I. to VI.) Two Prizes in Books of +the respective values of TWO GUINEAS and ONE GUINEA will be awarded in +the Senior Division, and Two Prizes of the respective values of ONE +GUINEA and HALF A GUINEA will also be awarded in the Junior Division; +making in all Four Prizes in _each_ Competition of the value of FOUR AND +A HALF GUINEAS. + + No. VII.--THE "LITTLE FOLKS" SPECIAL ILLUSTRATED STORY COMPETITION + FOR 1884. + + [In this Competition (No. VII.) Prizes in Books and Medals of + _exactly the same value and number_ are offered _in each Division_ + to those who shall send in the BEST ORIGINAL ILLUSTRATED STORIES, + account being also taken of the neatness of the writing and the + arrangement of the Pictures. The following is the list (_in each + Division_):--A FIRST PRIZE OF ONE GUINEA AND A HALF in Books for + the BEST STORY; a SECOND PRIZE OF ONE GUINEA in Books for the + SECOND BEST STORY; a THIRD PRIZE OF HALF A GUINEA in Books for the + THIRD BEST STORY; and TWELVE PRIZES OF HALF-CROWN BOOKS to the NEXT + TWELVE BEST of the Competitors following the winner of the Third + Prize; thus making in all, in the Two Divisions, THIRTY PRIZES. + Further particulars and the Regulations were given in the January, + 1884, Number of LITTLE FOLKS.] + +All Prize-winners in the SEVEN COMPETITIONS will receive Bronze Medals +constituting them Officers of the LITTLE FOLKS Legion of Honour; and in +addition to the Prizes and Medals offered, some of the most deserving +Competitors will be included in a Special List of Honour, and will be +awarded Members' Medals of the Legion. All readers of LITTLE FOLKS (if +within the stipulated ages), whether Girls or Boys, may compete in _any +or all_ of the above Competitions, and the Regulations (which were given +in full in the January Number) are, briefly, as follow:-- + + All work of every kind (including, of course, the Stories) to be + certified by a Parent, Magistrate, Minister of Religion, Teacher, + or other person in a responsible position, as the sender's _own + unaided_ work. In the case of the Stories (for Competition VII.) a + Certificate must be given that they are _original_; and the printed + conditions must be strictly observed. The age of _every_ Competitor + must also be attested.--All work to be carefully marked with the + Competitor's name, age, and full address, and to be sent, + accompanied by the Certificate, carefully packed and _carriage + paid_, addressed to "The Editor of LITTLE FOLKS, La Belle Sauvage + Yard, Ludgate Hill, London, E.C."--All the Competitions will + _finally close_ on SATURDAY, THE 30TH OF SEPTEMBER, 1884. + +The whole of the work of every kind in the SEVEN COMPETITIONS will be +distributed among the little inmates of the principal CHILDREN'S +HOSPITALS and KINDRED INSTITUTIONS throughout the United Kingdom. + +The foregoing are in addition to the regular "Picture Page" and Puzzle +Competitions, &c. (see pages 61 and 64). + + + + +[Illustration: QUESTIONS AND ANSWERS.] + +QUESTIONS AND ANSWERS. + + +[_The Editor requests that all inquiries and replies intended for +insertion in LITTLE FOLKS should have the words "Questions and Answers" +written on the left-hand top corners of the envelopes containing them. +Only those which the Editor considers suitable and of general interest +to his readers will be printed._] + + +PRIZE COMPETITIONS, &c. + +A FOREIGN COMPETITOR.--[An announcement of a Prize Puzzle Competition, +in addition to a "Picture Page Wanting Words" Competition, in both of +which Extra Prizes will be given, and much longer time than usual +allowed for sending in Answers, will appear in the September number of +LITTLE FOLKS. These two Competitions have been arranged, in response to +repeated requests, in order that Competitors residing on the Continent, +and in the United States, Canada, &c., (in addition to those living in +Great Britain), may take part in them in much greater numbers than they +are generally able to do.--ED.] + + +LITERATURE. + +A CROCODILE writes in answer to MARY HODGE, that the line-- + +"When Greeks joined Greeks, then was the tug of war," + +was written by Nathaniel Lee, and is to be found in his tragedy of +_Alexander the Great_, act iv., scene 2. Answers also received from +KITT, THISTLE, CHLOE, A YOUNG FIDDLER, and POP-A-TOP. + +FLURUMPUS FLUMP asks in what poem + +"A boy's will is the wind's will" + +is to be found, and what is the first verse. + + +COOKERY. + +ARIEL writes, in reply to PRINCESS IDA, that the way to make jumbles is +to rasp on some good sugar the rinds of two lemons; dry, reduce it to +powder, and sift it with as much more as will make up a pound in weight; +mix with it one pound of flour, four well-beaten eggs, and six ounces of +warm butter; drop the mixture on buttered tins, and bake the jumbles in +a very slow oven from twenty to thirty minutes. They should be pale, but +perfectly crisp. Answer also received from NORA F. + +MAID OF ATHENS wishes to have a recipe for oat-cakes. + +PEPPER AND BLOSSOM would like to know how to make cocoa-nut ice. + + +GENERAL. + +WHITE ANEMONE writes, in answer to BLUEBELL, who wishes to know when and +by whom organs were invented: "Jubal is mentioned in Gen. iv. 21, as +'the father of all such as handle the harp and organ;' but neither the +century of its invention nor the name of the inventor can be given. Hero +and Vitruvius speak of a water-organ, invented or made by Ctesibius, of +Alexandria, about 180 or 200 B.C., so that it may be inferred that other +kinds of organs were then in existence. Aldhelm, an Anglo-Saxon writer, +mentions that organs were used in England at the end of the seventh and +the beginning of the eighth century. The Byzantine emperor, Constantine +VI., sent an organ to Pepin, the father of Charlemagne, about the year +757. In 812, Charlemagne had another one built in the same way. This is +related by Eginhard, who was Charlemagne's secretary. In 880, Pope John +VIII. had an organ from Germany, and an expert player was sent with it. +It is supposed that this organ was the first ever used in Rome. Of the +quality of these early organs little is known."--Answers also received +from F. CROPPER, GAMBA, CHERUB, and CLAUDIA. + +THE DUKE OF OMNIUM writes, in answer to SISTER SNOUT, that a window-box +may be very prettily arranged with nasturtiums (climbing ones) at each +corner, and _Lobelia speciosa_. Mignonette would make a border, or +violets and sweet alyssum placed alternately. Red geraniums should be +placed behind the smaller plants, and thus a very pretty box may be made +with good, hardy plants.--Answers also received from IOLANTHE, CHERUB, +H. B. BODINGTON, DEAR DUMPS, and CUPID. + +THE BLACK PRINCE wishes to have directions for making a cardboard model. +[An article on this subject appeared in LITTLE FOLKS, Vol. XVII., page +205.--ED.] + +M. H. S. would be glad to know if maidenhair ferns need much water, and +how often they ought to be watered. + +THE DUKE OF OMNIUM writes, in answer to QUEEN MAB, that if her myrtle +suffers from scale, the following is an excellent cure for it:--"Make +some size or jelly glue water of moderate thickness. Dip the head of the +plant in such water, or syringe it well all over. After this, the plant +should be placed in a shady place for about two days, and then, after +rubbing the dry head of the plant through your fingers so as to cause +the insects and glue to fall off, syringe heavily with clear water at +120 degrees." + +ELAINE.--[The meaning of "A E I" was given in LITTLE FOLKS, Vol. XVIII., +page 63.--ED.] + + +NATURAL HISTORY. + +A GENTLEMAN OF COLOUR would be glad to know if Indian meal is good for +rabbits. [It can be used in turn with other dry food, but is too +fattening to suit any animals kept in confinement for a permanency, +unless they are to be fattened up.] + +SNOUT and M. S. R. wish to know what is the best food for goldfinches, +and whether hemp-seed is injurious to them.--[A very little hemp-seed +occasionally is good, and much is very bad, for nearly all birds. The +best food is a mixture of canary, millet, oat-grits, and rape or +maw-seed, putting about a dozen grains of hemp-seed on the top every +day. The bird soon learns the plan, and leaves off scattering the other +seed to get at the hemp, as he will otherwise do.] + +QUEEN MAB wants to know how to tame her goldfinch. It is a last year's +bird, and she has not had it long. It is fed on canary-seed and a little +hemp.--[For food, see above, a little more variety being well. As to +taming, it will soon get tame if you spend time often by it and _keep +still_, and always feed it yourself. Some children are too impatient--to +be _quiet_ near birds and animals is the main thing.] + +Picture Story Wanting Words. + +[Illustration] + + +A GUINEA BOOK and an Officer's Medal of the LITTLE FOLKS Legion of +Honour will be given for the best Story having special reference to the +Picture below. A smaller Book and an Officer's Medal will be given, in +addition, for the best Story (on the same subject) _relatively to the +age of the Competitor_; so that no Competitor is too young to try for +this second Prize. The Story must not exceed 500 words in length, and +must be certified as the unaided work of the Competitor by a Minister, +Teacher, Parent, or some other responsible person. All the Competitors +must be under the age of Sixteen years. Stories from Competitors +residing in Great Britain and Ireland must reach the Editor on or before +the 10th of July next; in the case of Stories sent from the English +Colonies or from Foreign Countries an extension of time to the 15th of +July will be allowed. In addition to the Two Prizes and Officers' +Medals, some of the most deserving Competitors will be included in a +special List of Honour, and will be awarded Members' Medals of the +LITTLE FOLKS Legion of Honour. The Editor particularly requests that +each envelope which contains a Story having reference to this Picture +should have the words "Picture Story Wanting Words" plainly written on +the left-hand top corner of it. Competitors are referred to a notice +respecting the Silver Medal, which was printed on page 115 of the last +Volume. + + + + ++--------------------------------------------------------------+ +| Transcriber's Note: | +| | +| Page 1: "would give so much to see" has been changed to | +| "would give so much to see." | +| | +| Page 7: Quotation marks before: I don't think our father'd | +| have been removed | +| | +| Page 18: "his subjects loved and honoured Solohim" has been | +| changed to "his subjects loved and honoured Solomon" | +| | +| Page 31: closing quotation mark has been removed--leaving | +| the door open. | +| | +| Page 32: closing quotation mark has been removed--admire me | +| for my strength. | +| | +| Page 55: "The number of Officers" has been changed to | +| "(The number of Officers" | +| | +| Page 57: The name Florence J. Meddlycot is spelled F. J. | +| Medleycott on p. 62. | +| | +| Page 58: "he should have it" has been changed to "he should | +| have it." | +| | +| Page 61: opening quotation mark changed from single quote to | +| double quote--shall we try a new game out of doors? | +| | +| Page 62: the name M Turpie has been changed to M. Turpie | +| | +| Page 62: "January, 1884, Number of LITTLE FOLKS." has been | +| changed to "January, 1884, Number of LITTLE FOLKS.]" | +| | +| Page 63: "Canada, &c.), in addition to those" has been | +| changed to "Canada, &c., (in addition to those" | +| | ++--------------------------------------------------------------+ + + + + + +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.txt or 27564.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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