Anonymous

“ I've a new tin pail, and the wa-ter in the well
Is the cool-est that can be."
"Oh, bold boy Jack, you bold boy Jack,
You are tell-ing what is not true,
For sweet as any-thing is the wa-ter in the spring,
And I'd ra-ther go there, thank you!"
So off whis-tled Jack with his new tin pail,
To the cool well on the hill,
And—cun-ning lit-tle thing—to the sweet-wa-ter spring,
With her cup in hand, went Jill.
[Pg 6]
THE THREE MOD-EL MICE. [THEY ATE FROM THE SAME EGG.]
Once on a time—the story-book time when an-i-mals wore clothes and could talk—there were three mod-el mice. ”

“ She had three pret-ty ba-by swans, but they were lazy lit-tle things. They did not wish to pick their own bugs, nor cut their own grass-salads, nor to swim. They wished to take their bugs and grass from their moth-er's bill, and to go up stream and down on her back. It was a pleasure to their moth-er to feed them and to give them rides. But she knew they must be taught to seek their own food, and to swim up and down. ”

“ 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.
Glad lit-tle fish-er boy puts them in a pail;
Ev-er-y lit-tle fin-ny fel-low flound-ers like a whale;
Home he runs, home he runs, cry-ing out with joy,
"Mam-ma, see what I have done—your bold fish-er boy!"
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! ”

“ 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. ”

“ 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. ”

“ One day they thought they would club the knife and the fork and the spoon to-geth-er, and keep house. As they were mod-el mice, they eas-i-ly a-greed where to live. They chose Farm-er Jones' cel-lar, be-cause there were bar-rels of ap-ples, bas-kets of eggs, and shelves loaded with good-ies, and an egg, or an ap-ple, or a stray cake would not be missed.
"I lived once," said Gray Cloak, "in the cel-lar of a wom-an who bought by the doz-en or the dime's worth, and she missed the least lit-tle thing at once, so that fi-nal-ly I left in dis-gust." ”

“ 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. ”