The Nursery, Number 164 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 24 pages of information about The Nursery, Number 164.

The Nursery, Number 164 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 24 pages of information about The Nursery, Number 164.

  “Well, well, well!” said grandmamma,
    “Only to see the toys,—­
  The marvels of skill and of beauty,
    That are made for these girls and boys!—­
  Velocipedes, acrobats, barrows,
    And a dozen kinds of ball,
  And the beautiful bows and arrows,
    With quivers and belts and all;
  And dolls, with an outfit from Paris,
    With eyes that open and shut,
  With jewelry worth a small fortune,
    And six several bonnets,—­tut, tut!

  “My goodness!  If Polly and Rachel,
    Who played in old times with me,
  In the corner down by the smoke-house,
    These wonderful dolls could see! 
  Rachel’s doll had a round head whittled
    From a bit of soft pine wood;
  And Polly’s was only a corn-cob,
    With a calico slip and hood. 
  My doll was a lovely rag-baby,
    With badly-inked eyes and nose;
  Her cheeks were painted with cherry-juice;
    And I made every stitch of her clothes.

  “Nathan’s bow was a pliant whalebone,
    And his arrow a white-pine stick;
  Such a life as his archery practice
    Led the cats and each wretched chick! 
  Our tea-sets were bits of dishes
    That mother had thrown away,
  With chincapin saucers and acorn-cups;
    And our dolls slept on moss and hay. 
  With a May-apple leaf for a parasol
    We played ‘Lady-come-to-see,’
  Polly’s house was the kitchen door-step,
    And mine was the apple-tree.

  “We never saw ‘Germans’ and ‘Matinees,’
    And we played good romping plays;
  And, somehow, I think we were happier far
    Than the children are nowadays. 
  Our swing was an old, wild grape-vine;
    We waded and climbed and ran,
  And never were weary, nor sick, nor ‘bored’
    From the minute that day began. 
  Well, well, well!” said grandmamma,
    “In spite of their wonderful toys,
  I do believe we had merrier times
    Than these little girls and boys!”

ALICE WILLIAMS BROTHERTON.

[Illustration]

[Illustration:  DRAWING-LESSON.]

THE FISHERMAN’S DAUGHTER.

Amy Cooper lived in a little fishing-village, not far from the cliffs of Dover, in England.  She was the daughter of a poor fisherman, who worked hard for his family.  Mr. Cooper was such a good, kind man, that no one could help loving him.  His children loved him dearly; and no one loved him quite so dearly as his daughter Amy.

She was a thoughtful little girl, and at the time of my story was twelve years old.  She saw that her father’s health was failing through hard work; and the one great thought in her mind was, “How can I help my dear father to earn money for us all?”

This was a hard question, and it was long before Amy could find an answer.  But one day, with her aunt, she took a long walk to Dover.  Here she saw a large hotel, and many well-clad persons in a pleasant park near by.  It was on this visit to Dover that Amy formed a plan about which I am going to tell you.

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