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Wideawake Willy. The Little Old Woman. Quite an Adventure. Funny Toys There Were Seven Froggies of Lee Tinklebell Tales. Holiday Time. The Twins. The Five Little Frogs. The Doings of Dickie and Daisy Follow My Leader. Bunny and Chick, Or Sulky Sammy. Doggie and Puss. Tittle-tattle Tales, Or Fireside Stories. The Kitkin Family Wooden Toys. Tick Tock Neddy Silly Billy and the Kittens. Tony The Cats and the Cheese, Or, Better Agree Than Go to Law. The Doll's House to Let. The Fox That Lost His Tail, Or, Do Not Follow Every Fashion You See. Mrs. Gamp and Mrs. Puss-cat The Conceited Golliwog. Dolly's Name. The Call to Arms. To London Town. A Home in the Wainscot. We Three Under the Big Hat, Or, Jackie and Me. The Naughty Kitten. The Goose Girl. Goose-girl. Waiting For Tea. The Boy and the Bogie. Baby's Bunnie. My First Visit. Ten Raw Recruits. The Dog and the Wolf; Or, Be Content With Your Lot. Castles in the Air. A Day at the Farm. Doggie's Woes. Off to the Front. Tommy's First Day at School. Mister Jack-in-the-box. Hector Protector. The Muzzle That Fitted Too Much. In the Farmyard. Fir Tree Farm. Pity the Sorrows of a Poor Little Dog. Too Sure. Firefly. What a Mistake. Charlie's Playthings. How Pussy Caught Her First Bird. A Rat Hunt. Nip and the Pigeons.
Wideawake Willy.
His real name was Willy. But because he was always on the look-out for any fun or mischief, Father and Mother called him "Wideawake" as well.
One sunny day he and his little friends went out to play cricket.
"I'm going to make a hundred runs!" cried Willy, as he took up the bat. But when he had made ten, Freddy bowled him out, and the other boys were glad it was their turn to go in.
It was spring when Wideawake Willy went exploring. He shot his Teddy Bear, and tied it up in a scarlet handkerchief, for he knew explorers ate bears. Then he stuck a long feather in his hat, and strode gaily down the road. Presently he came to a big house. The door was open, and a lady asked him to go in. She showed him all sorts of wonderful things. What he liked best was Chin Chan, the Chinese boy, whose long pig-tail touched the floor. The lady told Willy that in China he lived in a boat, and helped his mother look after the chickens.
After seeing other Chinese people, he went home and told his mother what strange things he had seen.
The Little Old Woman.
There was an old Woman, And what do you think? She lived upon nothing but Victuals and drink; And though victuals and drink Were the chief of her diet, This little Old Woman could never be quiet.
This little Old Woman Had nothing to wear but Abundance of clothes. And, oh, let me weep At the dismal news, She would have been barefooted, but for her shoes.
This Little Old Woman, The tale too declares, Had nothing to sit on But sofas and chairs. No place to repose in At night but her bed; No pillows, but those made of down, for her head.
This Little Old Woman, We here may remark, Had no house to live in, But one in the park, And none to wait on her, Poor soul, but her maids, With some livery servants of different grades.
This Little Old Woman, I'm sorry to tell, Had always bad health, When she was not quite well. And hard was her lot, For they tell me that she Was ever in want When she wanted her tea.
This Little Old Woman, On dying, we find, Left nothing--except A large fortune, behind. So pity her fate, Gentle reader, and say, Such women are not to be found every day.
Mrs. Hen, one sunny day, Took her chickens for a walk, Dick, the youngest, strayed away While his mother stopped to talk.
Then he saw the strangest sight, 'Twas a monster aeroplane, But it gave him such a fright That he scurried home again!
Funny Toys
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Here's a number of funny toys For good little girls and good little boys, First comes Jackie all ready for fun, After the animals see him run.
Next is a bird of colours gay, If he spreads his wings he will fly away. Poor Master Duckie cries "Quack, quack, quack! To my farmyard pond please take me back."
What a dear little doggie Bunty his name, I am sure that he looks quite friendly and tame. His bright eyes are gazing up in the air, I wonder what ever he sees up there!
"Croak, croak, croak!" cries Mr. Green Frog, "I really am quite afraid of that dog!" And that dear little clockwork mouse on wheels-- I know if you pinch him hard he squeals!
C.M. RUTLEY.
There were seven froggies of Lee Who were happy as happy could be, Till a duck close by Just winked his eye, As he thought of his afternoon tea.
With a hop, and a skip, and a run, He soon put an end to their fun, For as they went past He snapped up the last, And that tells you my story is done.
Tinklebell Tales.
Frisk was a dear little dog. He belonged to Mistress Molly.
One morning Molly said, "Now Frisk, I am going to the town, and you must stay and look after the house, for Mother is going out too."
Frisk sat down in his little chair, and held his walking stick between his paws.
On her way to the town, Molly saw her cousin Tommy leaning over a gate.
"Oh, Tommy!" she said, "If you are passing our house, please look in and see how Frisk is getting on."
And Tommy ran off at once.
When Molly reached the town she went into the baker's shop to buy a loaf of bread.
But when she put her hand in her pocket she found her purse had gone!
"Don't cry, my dear," said the baker.
And he left his shop, and went with Molly down the road.
Very soon they found the purse with all the money quite safe inside.
Then Molly saw a shop with "SALE" printed in the window, and went in.
"Good morning, ma'am!" said the shopman. "What can I get for you?"
"I want some stockings, please," said Molly.
And what had Frisk been doing all this time?
He soon grew tired of looking after the dinner, and spied his master's hat.
"Bow wow!" he said. "What fun!"
He poked his head into the hat, and though it came right down on to his shoulders he didn't mind a bit.
He hopped into the garden on his hind legs, and when the birds saw him they thought it was a scarecrow come to frighten them away!
"Bow wow!" said Frisk. "I'm hungry!" He went back indoors, pushed the lid off the pot, and dragged out a bone. How good it was!
Then a tiny mouse scampered past, and Frisk pounced on it and killed it.
Holiday Time.
Jack always said he should be a sailor when he grew up.
No toy ever pleased him so much as a boat, and he was constantly imitating the ways of sailors, from dancing a hornpipe, down to floating about in a big round tub on the little stream which ran at the end of the garden.
And that is exactly what they did do! For one summer day, Father and Mother and the children, Elsie, Doris and Jack, all went on board a big boat and steamed across the channel to France for a long holiday.
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