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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.
Oh! what a glorious time they had! What fun the bathing was, undressing in the little rocky caves and running down the firm sand, and then tumbling into the water with shouts of joy. Then afterwards they paddled and dug in the sands, and searched for shells and seaweed, and thoroughly enjoyed themselves the whole day long.
There was so much to interest them, too, in the little French village, and they were delighted with the quaint dresses of the peasants.
One girl came to bring them fruit and vegetables, and the children thought how pretty she looked in her snowy cap, coloured skirt and wooden shoes, as she lifted her little sister to look for father's boat.
Jack, of course, was just in his glory, and never tired of watching the fishing boats sailing out to sea.
Sometimes he went on the water himself, and soon learned to row, tho' the first time he tried, his oar swung round and knocked him head over heels into the bottom of the boat.
This, Father explained, was called "catching a crab!"
Afterwards they made a huge sandcastle, and Jackie sat at the top of it, singing: "I'm the King of the Castle!" at the top of his voice.
Presently he began to examine some shells and treasures which he had been collecting in his pail, and was so intent on this, that he did not notice how quickly the tide had come in.
When he looked up he found, somewhat to his horror, that he was quite surrounded by water.
The castle was soon washed away; but not before the "King" was rescued from his perilous position.
Father waded out, and pick-a-backed him safely ashore.
That was the little sailor's first adventure at sea!
The last time for Jackie to sail his boat came all too soon for him, and the next day the children found themselves back in old England once more.
But they hope some day to return for another delightful holiday to the dear little French fishing village where they spent such a pleasant time.
CONSTANCE M. LOWE.
The Twins.
There lived some twins named Joan and Jack, And they were eight years old; Jack's curly hair was black as black, While Joan's was fair like gold.
Their mother said to them one day-- "Dears, walk to Russett Hall And take these eggs to Mrs. Gray, Mind, don't you let them fall."--
The children started off with pride, The basket was so big, That carefully each held a side, Until they met a pig.
"Why, he's escaped from Farmer Brown," Cried Jack, "that's very wrong!" And so they put the basket down, To chase the pig along.
And when they'd sent him back again, Joan found a pretty flow'r, Then off they wandered down a lane, And played for half an hour.
On, on they walked, and looked around. An orchard was near by, With apples lying on the ground, And others hanging high.
They scrambled through the fence, alas! T'was very wrong 'tis true, But Farmer Brown soon chanced to pass, And roared "Be off, you two!"
They rushed away, just like the wind, Then Joan exclaimed "Oh, dear, We've left the basket far behind, It will be gone, I fear!"
They hurried back with all their might, "Hurrah! it's here," Jack cried, Yes, it was safe, to their delight, With all the eggs inside!
The Five Little Frogs.
Five little frogs were sent to school Upon a winter day, Their shoes were light and their pinafores white, And their hearts were bright and gay; And their mother stood by the door to watch, And said, "Don't stop to play."
So the five little frogs ran merrily off, Till they had gone far from home; When one said, "Brothers, do as you like, But I do not mean to come; I don't want to sit in school and croak, When in sunshine I can roam."
So the four little frogs ran off to school, They would not stay to play; But their naughty brother turned his head And went another way; But he knew all the time he was doing wrong, So could not feel bright and gay.
He almost wished he had gone to school, When a fat white duck came by, And as she was sailing down the brook, Little froggy caught her eye; So she swallowed him up with a joyful quack, And that froggy had to die.
Still many a mother-frog tells the tale Of the sad, sad fate he met, As she gathers her little ones by her side, And the warning they'll never forget. And the four little brothers are all grown up, And living in frog-land yet.
LUCY HYATT.
THE DOINGS OF DICKIE AND DAISY
Dickie and Daisy sat on the grass reading. They had been gardening, and were rather hot.
"Let's go to the pond," said Dickie. "Nurse isn't here to say 'don't.'"
"Let's," agreed Daisy. She always agreed with Dickie.
"We'll get father's rod and line, and catch some fish," said Dickie. So when no one was looking they got the things and ran to the water.
"You have the rod," said Dickie, "and I'll have the hook. Don't make a noise or the fish won't come." They sat quite quiet till there came a big tug at Daisy's rod, so big that it dragged her to the edge of the pond.
"Oh, Dickie," she cried, "help me! I b'lieve I've caught a whale!"
But before Dickie could catch hold of her, in she went. The water ran into her eyes and mouth, and washed her curls quite straight.
"I think we'd better go home," sobbed Daisy.
Mother didn't wait to ask questions. She hurried them into nice warm nighties, and popped them into bed. Dickie was soon all right, but Daisy caught a cold. When Dickie got up he put on his spectacles and brought out his watch. He put his fingers on the little thumper in her wrist.
"You must stay in bed" he said, "and take Lemon Squash. Lemon is good for coughs, so you won't get one, and Squash will squash all the other poorliness out of you."
But they had had enough of water, and didn't enjoy their Saturday tub for a long time.
Follow my Leader.
"Come, follow me The whole pack; Right, left; right, left; Quack! Quack!
If you make Such a clack, You'll not hear me say Quack! Quack!
How many are there At my back? Nineteen, eh? Quack! Quack!
Come, follow me, No fun you'll lack; Mind what I say, Quack! Quack!"
"Sulky Sammy,"--that's what they called me. I live in a stable, in a big farmyard, and everybody used to say I was the most disagreeable little puppy dog they knew!
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