Dodd, Mead, & Company

“ What fun it would be to have a boat to sail on our lit-tle pond. "Our pond is too deep for it to be safe for you to play a-bout it," said pa-pa; "but when you are old-er you shall have a boat with-out fail." ”

“ She had a pil-low in her lap and was work-ing o-ver it, Kate thought, with a nee-dle. "She is mak-ing lace," said mam-ma. "It is hard work, be-cause one has to sit still bent o-ver. I suppose she is glad to have the bright sun-shine to sit in, for no doubt she has been kept in the house by the rain. I won-der if that is her lit-tle broth-er who is lean-ing a-gainst the side of the house whit-tling." Kate stretched her head out to look, and cried, "Why, he is mak-ing a boat ”

“ There goes a girl with her pail to drive the cows to the yard to be milked. Kate must have her sup-per when we get back, and her bed-time is sev-en o'-clock, you know." "It is on-ly five now," said pa-pa; "we can have a good hour more, and Kate won't mind, I fan-cy, if she is a lit-tle late for once."
"No, in-deed," said Kate; "I think a-ny way I am get-ting much too big to go to bed at sev-en."
"There is a lit-tle girl," said mamma, as she locked in at the door of a house that they were pass-ing, "that thinks bed-time is not far off." ”