Dolly Dimple

OH dear, I am so lonely, and it is so dark! I do want my dear Dolly Dimple. I think I will go and fetch her.” And little four-year-old Babs got out of bed and felt her way to the door.

The door was just a wee crack open. As she peeped in, Babs saw that there was a light in the room, and the sight which met her eyes almost made her cry out.

On the floor stood Dolly Dimple in her very best frock, and Mr. Jollyman was asking her to dance with him.

Teddy Bear was at work on the big drum, and the clown was turning the organ to make music for the dolls to dance to.

The tin soldiers, on the backs of cows, pigs, and sheep from the Noah’s Ark were having a sham fight.

The dolls from the dolls’ house were going for a ride in the big horse and cart.

“It is too bad of them to go and have a good time like this when I am in bed,” thought Babs, “and I am going to take Dolly Dimple away with me all the same.”

But when she tried to pick up the doll and carry her off, Mr. Jollyman flew at her in a fury.

He began to kick her bare legs till Babs thought she would have no shins left at all; but she would not run away.

“I want Dolly Dimple,” she said. “She is my doll, and you have no right to try to keep her away from me.”

“She is yours in the day, but not at night,” was the reply.

“How do you think we toys could live if we had no life but the one we endure at your hands? It is in the night that we live and have our good times, for we know you are safe in bed then.”

“I don’t care what you say; I will have her,” cried Babs, very angry now.

She tried once more to get hold of Dolly Dimple; but before she could do so, Mr. Jollyman turned to the soldiers, and said the one word, “Charge.”

There was a great noise and a rush, and right down upon the little girl came camels, horses, lions, tigers, sheep, and pigs.

But just as she thought her last hour was come, she heard, the word “Halt,” and then the sound of Dolly Dimple saying, “No, don’t kill her. She is very good to me most of the time.”

The rest of the dolls had begun to dance once more, but Dolly Dimple came up to the little girl and took hold of her arm.

“I am queen here in the night,” she said. “I will not hurt you, as you have been good to me, and I know you love me. If you like, I will come and stay with you till you go to sleep. Pick me up.”

So Babs picked up the doll, and took it back to bed with her, and hugged it in her arms.

Jock And I And The Others

FIRST of all, I must tell you who I am.

My name is PE-NEL-O-PE, but Jock always calls me Pen. I am eight years old; Jock is half-past six.

We live with mother and father and Rover and Tibby in a house not very far from a large city.

Mother is the nicest person I know in all the world.

Father is a very big man. He always has lots of money in his pocket. He goes to business in a train every day.

We have a real farm, quite near to our house, where they keep cows, chickens, pigs, horses, and geese. Jock and I often go to see them all.

One day in summer we went to see the farmer. I had my blue dress on, so that the cows would not be angry when they saw me.

We met the farmer near the stable. “Come,” he said; “I have something to show you to-day.”

“What is it?” we said both at the same time.

“Come and see,” was all that he would say.

Then he took us into the stable where he keeps Nobby, the big brown horse, who likes sugar.

Now Nobby was not there, but in the straw were seven little puppy dogs—oh, so sweet and cuddly!

Jock danced round and round the farmer. “May we have one?” he said.

“Ask mother,” said the farmer, and off we ran at once.

Mother was at the garden gate.

We ran up to her. Jock was first, but it was nearly a dead heat. Mother opened the gate and said,—

“Well, what have you seen to-day?”

“O mother,” said Jock, out of breath.

“O mother dear” I said, out of breath also.

“Farmer has such lovely puppies,” we both said at once. “May we have one to keep?”

By this time we both had our arms round mother’s waist, and she was laughing.

“Yes, we can,” I said, for I knew.

“If father says yes,” said mother. “You must ask him when he comes home.”

So we went to the station to meet him. Jock took his bag, and I took his paper parcel to carry it home for him.

On the way home I asked him if he liked dogs, and he said, “Of course.”

Then Jock said, “Little dogs?”

“Oh, yes.”

“Puppy dogs?”

“One at a time is all right.”

“One puppy dog with brown spots on white?” Jock went on.

“Where is it?” asked father, and his eyes were laughing; you could not see his mouth for his beard.

Then we told him, and he said “Yes,” just at the garden gate. So that was how we got Rover.

Rover was very soft and downy when he first came to us. But he soon grew to be a big dog.

Jock and I taught him many tricks; and he can beg very nicely, if we let him get on the couch in the dining-room.

We put sugar on his nose, and he waits until we count One, Two, THREE.

Then he throws the sugar into the air and catches it.

In Search Of A Baby

PLEASE, I’m lost.” These words, and a thump! thump! on the door were what Mrs. Stone heard as she sat at supper in her tiny house in the wood.

She went to open the door, and there she saw a dear little girl about three years old.

“Please, I’m lost,” again came the words, and two fat little fists went up to a pair of big blue eyes.

“Come in, little girl, and tell me all about it,” said the woman. “Maybe I can help you to find your way.”

The child let herself be led into the room; then all at once the two tiny fists came down from the two blue eyes, and she gave a quick look at the table.

“Are you having supper?” she said. “May I have supper too? I am ever so hungry.”

“Yes, dear; of course you shall have some,” was the reply. “See, you shall sit on this chair by my side. Now what will you have?”

“I think I would like some bread and butter with sugar on it—brown sugar, you know;” and soon the little girl was as happy as could be.

“What is your name, dear?” asked Mrs. Stone, when supper was over and the little girl had begun to think once more about how she was to find her way home.

“Meg,” was the reply.

“But your other name, for you must have two names.”

“No, my name is just Meg, of course; I don’t have any other name,” she said, a look of wonder in the big blue eyes.

“Do you know where you live?”

“Yes; I lives in the nursery. Didn’t you know that?”

She was so sure that it did not seem any good to say any more about it. So Mrs. Stone only asked, “Where were you going when you came to my house?”

“To find a baby,” was the reply. “Rob said that if I went to a house in the wood they would give me one. Have you got a baby to give me?”

“No, dear; I am afraid I have not. But why do you want a baby? I am sure you have lots of dolls.”

“Yes, of course I have; but then you see dolls are not alive. I want a real baby to play with.

“Enid won’t play with me much now, for she says I am too small, and Rob is at school all the time.”

“Why, who is that?” said a voice, and a man came in with a bag of tools.

Then the two little fists again went up to the blue eyes, for the little maid was shy of this great big man.

“Well, wife, so you have a friend, I see,” he said. “Who is the little lass?”

“I don’t know,” said his wife. “It seems she was lost, and came here to ask her way. She says she came to find a baby.”

“Come here, little one, and don’t be afraid,” said the man. “There never was a child yet who would not come to me,” and as he spoke he drew her on to his knee. “Now, then, tell me all about it.”

After one glance at the man’s kind face Meg nestled up to him and began,—

“Nurse was so busy she could not be in the room with me.

“So I put on my hat and came to look for a baby; but I got lost on the way. At last I came to the wood and saw this house. She could not give me a baby as Rob said she would, but she gave me some tea, and bread and butter with sugar on it. We only have that on Sunday at home. Is this Sunday?”

“No, little miss,” said the man. “But I expect you had it just for a treat, as you had got lost.”

But just then steps were heard on the path, and there was a sharp knock at the door.

The latch was lifted, and a voice said,—

“Have you seen a little girl in a white frock pass this way?”

“Why, that must be Nurse,” cried Meg.

In spite of being cross at Meg’s having run away, Nurse had to laugh; then she bent down and said, “But what made you run away like this, Miss Meg?”

“Rob told me that if I came to the house in the wood I should find a real live baby; but he was wrong, for she,” with a smile at Mrs. Stone, “is very nice, but she has not got a baby to give me.”

“Of course not, child; but do you know that I have some news for you?”

“What is it? Do tell me?” cried the little girl.

“While you were away in the wood to look for a baby we have found a baby at home. You have a new baby brother. Come home with me now and you shall see him.”

“A new little brother,” said Meg, her eyes wide open with wonder. “He must have known I had gone out to look for one. So now I have got two new friends and a baby too. Come along, quick.”

“Good-bye,” she said to her new friends. “Thank you ever so much for being so kind, and for the supper.

“I am coming to have supper with you again soon, and then I will bring the new baby with me. You will give me and baby bread and butter with sugar on it, won’t you?” and Meg trotted off as happy as a little queen.

The Three Bears

LITTLE Goldilocks was a pretty girl who lived once upon a time in a far-off country.

One day she was sitting on the hearthrug playing with her two kittens, and you would have thought she was as happy as a queen, and quite contented to stay where she was instead of wanting to run about the world meddling with other people’s property. But it happened that she was rather a mischievous little maid, and could not resist teasing her pets, so one of them scratched her, and then she would play with them no longer.

She got up and trotted away into the wood behind her mother’s house, and it was such a warm, pleasant day that she wandered on and on until she came into a part of the wood where she had never been before.

Now, in this wood there lived a family of three Bears. The first was a GREAT BIG BEAR, the second was a MIDDLING-SIZED BEAR, and the third was a little teeny tiny bear, and they all lived together in a funny little house, and very happy they were.

Goldilocks stopped when she came to the Bears’ house, and began to wonder who lived there.

“I’ll just look in and see,” she said, and so she did; but there was no one there, for the Bears had all gone out for a morning walk, whilst the soup they were going to have for dinner cooled upon the table.

Goldilocks was rather hungry after her walk, and the soup smelt so good that she began to wish the people of the house would come home and invite her to have some. But although she looked everywhere, under the table and into the cupboards, she could find no one, and at last she could resist no longer, but made up her mind to take just a little sip to see how the soup tasted. The soup had been put into three bowls—a Great Big Bowl for the Great Big Bear, a Middling-sized Bowl for the Middling-sized Bear, and a Teeny Tiny Bowl for the Teeny Tiny Bear; beside each bowl lay a spoon, and Goldilocks took one and helped herself to a spoonful of soup from the Great Big Bowl.

Ugh! how it burnt her mouth; it was so hot with pepper that she did not like it at all; still, she was very hungry, so she thought she would try again.

This time she took a sip of the Middling-sized Bear’s soup, but she liked that no better, for it was too salt. But when she tasted the Teeny Tiny Bear’s soup it was just as she liked it; so she ate it up every drop, without thinking twice about it.

When she had finished her dinner she noticed three chairs standing by the wall. One was a Great Big Chair, and she climbed upon that and sat down. Oh, dear! how hard it was! She was sure she could not sit there for long, so she climbed up on the next, which was only a Middling-sized Chair, but that was too soft for her taste; so she went on to the last, which was a Teeny Tiny Chair and suited her exactly.

It was so comfortable that she sat on and on until, if you’ll believe it, she actually sat the bottom out. Then, of course, she was comfortable no longer, so she got up and began to wonder what she should do next.

There was a staircase in the Bears’ house, and Goldilocks thought she would go up it and see where it led to. So up she went, and when she reached the top she laughed outright, for the Bears’ bedroom was the funniest she had ever seen. In the middle of the room stood a Great Big Bed, on one side of it there was a Middling-sized Bed, and on the other side there was a Teeny Tiny Bed.

Goldilocks was sleepy, so she thought she would lie down and have a little nap. First she got upon the Great Big Bed, but it was just as hard as the Great Big Chair had been; so she jumped off and tried the Middling-sized Bed, but it was so soft that she sank right down into the feather cushions and was nearly smothered.

“I will try the Teeny Tiny Bed,” she said, and so she did, and it was so comfortable that she soon fell fast asleep.

Who Has Been Tasting My Soup?

Who Has Been Tasting My Soup?

Whilst she lay there, dreaming of all sorts of pleasant things, the three Bears came home from their walk very hungry and quite ready for their dinners.

But, oh! dear me! how cross the Great Big Bear looked when he saw his spoon had been used and thrown under the table.

“WHO HAS BEEN TASTING MY SOUP?” he cried, in a Great Big Voice.

“AND WHO HAS BEEN TASTING MINE?” cried the Middling-sized Bear, in a Middling-sized Voice.

“but who has been tasting mine and tasted it all up?” cried the poor little Teeny Tiny Bear in a Teeny Tiny Voice, with the tears running down his Teeny Tiny Face.

When the Great Big Bear went to sit down in his Great Big Chair, he cried out in his Great Big Voice:


And the Middling-sized Bear cried, in a Middling-sized Voice:


But the Teeny Tiny Bear cried out in a Teeny Tiny Voice of anger:

“who has been sitting on my chair, and sat the bottom out?”

By this time the Bears were sure that someone had been in their house quite lately; so they looked about to see if someone were not there still.

There was certainly no one downstairs, so they went up the staircase to their bedroom.

As soon as the Great Big Bear looked at his bed, he cried out, in his Great Big Voice:


And the Middling-sized Bear, seeing that the coverlet was all rumpled, cried out, in a Middling-sized Voice:


But the Teeny Tiny Bear cried out, in a Teeny Tiny Voice of astonishment:

“who has been lying on my bed and lies there still?”

Now, when the Great Big Bear began to speak, Goldilocks dreamt that there was a bee buzzing in the room, and when the Middling-sized Bear began to speak, she dreamt that it was flying out of the window; but when the Teeny Tiny Bear began to speak, she dreamt that the bee had come back and stung her on the ear, and up she jumped. Oh! how frightened she was when she saw the three Bears standing beside her.

She hopped out of bed and in a second was out through the open window. Never stopping to wonder if the fall had hurt her, she got up and ran and ran and ran until she could go no farther, always thinking that the Bears were close behind her. And when at length she fell down in a heap on the ground, because she was too tired to run any more, it was her own mother who picked her up, because in her fright she had run straight home without knowing it.

Mary And Lucy

Mary and Lucy had each a nice doll, and they took care of them. One day Tom called them to play at ball, and they ran away to play, and left the two dolls on a chair. By and by the cat came in the room, and pulled the dolls to pieces, thinking I dare say, that it was fine fun to tear them to bits, and scamper round the room with poor dolly’s nose in her mouth.

When the girls came back, and saw the nice new dolls all in bits, they began to cry, and to beat poor puss; but their mamma said, “No, you must not beat puss, for you left your dolls about, and the cat did not know that they were not for her to play with. Next time you must be more careful of your toys.”

Ann Sharp

Ann Sharp was a kind girl. One day she was out, and a poor girl came to her and said, “Give me some bread, I have had none to eat all day.” So Ann said, “I have no bread, but here is six pence that my mamma gave me, take it, and buy some bread.”

The poor girl took it and said, “Oh! thank you, miss, I can now get something to eat, and will take some to my poor daddy who is sick.”

Jane North

Jane North was an idle girl; she did not like her book, and when she was told to read her lesson she would cry, and say she wanted to play with her doll. So her doll was taken from her till she had read; but she read ill, and would not learn to write. So she grew up a dunce, and no one loved her.

John Wilson

Johnny Wilson and Ned Brown were playing at ball one day, and the ball hit John on the hand: he was very angry, and ran after Ned and beat him very hard. Just then, a man came by and gave John a box on the ear which made him let go of Ned, and he began to cry. Then the man said, “You beat that little boy and forget how you hurt him, but you do not like it yourself.”

Then John was sorry, and said he would never do so any more; he shook hands with Ned, and he kept his word, and all who knew him loved him.