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Read Ebook: In the Nursery: Happy Hours for the Little Ones by Anonymous
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Bet-ter than al-most any-thing Do the chil-dren love an out-door swing; With their soft lit-tle hands they hold and cling Like birds just out of a nest.
Try it which-ev-er way they please, 'Tis good as a green bough in a breeze; They kneel in it with their chub-by knees, To see if they like that best.
O-ver and o-ver they do it all, Sit in it, stand in it, laugh and call; And then if by an-y chance they fall-- Why, then you know the rest.
BUT-TER-CUP, THE BOS-SY.
MEAS-UR-ING TOM-MY.
Tom-my goes ev-er-y day to look at a board in the gar-den fence. There are four lit-tle hacks in that board, one a-bove an-oth-er, made with a knife. The first hack shows how tall Tom-my was when he was one year old; the sec-ond how tall when he was two; the third how tall when he was three; and yes-ter-day Nel-ly made a hack for the fourth birth-day.
A BRAVE GIRL.
See what a nice brave girl I am, To feed my lamb! I go right up to her, close as I can, And say, "Nan-nan, Here is a pinch of salt or two, Pret-ty Nan-nan, that I brought to you--" Pret-ty Nan-nan!
Oh, my! how big she is! Only see Her look at me! What if her teeth were long and white, And she should bite? She's al-most like the wolf in the wood That ate up lit-tle Red Rid-ing Hood-- Naugh-ty Nan-nan!
OUT-LINE PICT-URE TO COL-OR.--SLATE PICT-URE.
A LIT-TLE MAS-TER.
Floss and Fluff were the hap-pi-est dogs in the world. Floss knew how to snap, and Fluff knew how to whine, and if they had been let to go hun-gry, or cold, or had been scold-ed, they'd have been cross, naught-y dogs.
But Floss and Fluff had a good mas-ter. He was a lit-tle boy on-ly six years old, but he was a first-rate mas-ter. His pa-pa said when he brought Floss and Fluff home:
"Now, Fred-dy, just as long as these lit-tle fel-lows are hap-py, just so long they are yours!"
Fred-dy knew what that meant. He fed his beau-ti-ful pets at reg-u-lar hours ev-er-y day, and e-ver-y day he combed and brushed them, and ev-er-y day he took them out for a frol-ic, and they had their baths at the right time, and he nev-er held up a bone and did not give it to them. Be-cause he was so prompt and true and kind, Fred-dy was hap-py, and so were Fluff and Floss.
TAKE ME MAMMA.
A SPRING SHOW-ER.
"My gyp-sy hat For my lit-tle head-- I can't wait a min-ute!" Gold Locks said.
Look out, lit-tle girl, Through the win-dow pane; You'll have to wait Un-til af-ter the rain.
With a flood like this Straight from the sky, Not ev-en um-brel-las Could keep you dry.
But there's wa-ter e-nough, My lit-tle lass, Stream-ing and drip-ping Out-side the glass.
With-out your tears To help the wet! Have you thought to look For a rain-bow yet?
Ah, see through the clouds A glimpse of the sun! And hark to the thrush-es-- The rain is done.
A FIN-GER SONG.
The birds in the grove know lit-tle farm-house Kate. The fish-es in the brook know lit-tle farm-house Kate. She is the girl that walks a-bout with her a-pron full of nice crumbs.
The first morn-ing this win-ter that the brook froze o-ver, Kate went down to the bank and broke the ice with a stick, and fed the fish-es with bread crumbs.
LIT-TLE GOLD HEAD.
The lit-tle Gold Head was so "put out," Though none but her-self knew what a-bout, That she sat on the door-steps a-while to pout-- Oh, greed-y lit-tle Gold Head!
"I had one tart, but I want-ed two, So, I'll run a-way--that's what I'll do!" And she found White-wool in the mead-ow dew. Crop-ping the clo-ver red.
The two were friends, and glad to meet. She cried: "Nan-nan, is the clo-ver sweet? And can you have all you want to eat?" "Ba-a, ba-a-a!" he said.
TWO BA-BIES.
The ba-by in the house and the ba-by in the barn, are great friends. The barn ba-by is not per-mit-ted to come in-to the house, but the house ba-by vis-its the barn ev-er-y day.
The house ba-by is a year old, and the barn ba-by is just a year old too; but the house ba-by can on-ly take lit-tle trem-bling steps, holding fast by moth-er's hand, while the barn ba-by, if he can on-ly get out of doors, throws up his heels and runs a-cross the fields, and no-bod-y can catch him.
The house ba-by laughs to see him go, and dear-ly likes to pat his red hair, and feel his two stout lit-tle horns. And I think the barn ba-by likes to feel the soft hand of his lit-tle friend from the house, for some-times there is salt, and some-times there is su-gar on the lit-tle pink palm, and the barn ba-by licks it off with his rough tongue. Once the barn ba-by tried to say, "Thank you." He tried this way: He reached his head up and licked the house ba-by's rose-pink cheek. The house ba-by was scared, and so was the house ba-by's moth-er--and she ran in-to the house with him just as fast as she could; and then pa-pa laughed at them both, and the barn ba-by stood and looked o-ver the fence for half an hour.
A NEW KIND OF PUS-SY-CAT.
"Here is a pus-sy-cat, A new kind of pus-sy-cat, An odd, queer pus-sy-cat, Lying on the sand;
"It does not look like Top-sy, It does not look like Tab-by, And when I call it Wink-ie It does not un-der-stand.
"Come and see me, kit-ty, Pret-ty, pret-ty kit-ty, Poor, lit-tle kit-ty, I'll stroke you with my hand."
One lit-tle lov-ing pat Gives the ba-by--on-ly that; The new kind of pus-sy-cat, Lying on the sand.
That does not look like Top-sy, And does not look like Tab-by, And when she calls it Wink-ie Does not un-der-stand.
That's neith-er soft nor fur-ry, Nor full of play, nor pur-ry, Seiz-es in a hur-ry And bites the ba-by's hand.
CIN-DER-EL-LA.
Not Cin-der-el-la of the glass slip-per--our Cin-der-el-la wore i-ron shoes. She was an In-dian po-ny, and we all loved her. The pet chick-en made a roost of her back, and the white cow licked her glos-sy sides as she would her own calf.
Our four lit-tle out-door boys learned to ride on her gen-tle back, and some-times they all got on at once--Ba-by Frank close to her neck in the curve of Willie's arms, who held the bridle; Ed-die next, with his chub-by hands clutch-ing Willie's sides; and Char-lie last, much a-fraid of slip-ping off be-hind. They were all so small that their short legs stood straight out a-cross her broad back. Mam-ma was nev-er un-ea-sy, for Cin-der-el-la had nev-er been coax-ed out of a walk since they had had her.
But one day a cow came in sight of this horse-back par-ty, and Cin-der-el-la pricked up ears, and started off in a gal-lop! Char-lie slipped off be-hind. Ed-die went o-ver side-wise. Frankie screamed, but Wil-lie held him close, and kept his seat un-til the cow turned off in-to a fence-cor-ner, and lay down. Then Cin-der-el-la stopped, and the boys that fell off came limp-ing up.
They found out that the po-ny had been used on the plains to fol-low cat-tle. Af-ter this, when these boys want-ed a brisk ride, they tried to get be-hind a cow.
MISS ROSE-BUD.
Bring the black horse, bring the red sleigh-- Miss Rose-bud her-self goes rid-ing to-day!
A FISH-ING AD-VEN-TURE.
Pa-tient lit-tle fish-er boy, sit-ting by the brook, Has a pole, and has a line, and has a pret-ty hook; Up come the lit-tle trout, speckl-ed gold and red, Catch them-selves on pur-pose, be-cause it is our Ted.
Pail is old and rus-ty--what will Ted-dy do? Bot-tom part has fal-len out, fish-es have slipped through! Stop a bit--wait a min-ute! some-thing is a-wry! Hold it up!--poor lit-tle Ted! will he laugh or cry?
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