Vase with a peacock feathers drooping out, candlestick and hourglass on a mantle
"Don't forget the windows," interrupted Roy.
"Never fear," I said.
"The windows were the loveliest I ever saw,—wide, and deep, and low, and cushioned with red morseen."
"The windows were the loveliest I ever saw,—wide, and deep, and low, and cushioned with red morseen."
"And your grandmother always sat at the south window, knitting, and reading out of the Bible or the Pilgrim's Progress," said Fred.
grandmother with Bible on her lap
"And she had a bag of red-and-white sugar-plums, to give you when you were good," continued Roy.
"That is all true," I observed. "What comes next?"
"Why, the chrysanthemum-window, of course," said both boys in a chorus.
"There were yellow, red, and white ones," continued Roy.
"Yes," said I, "and I will tell you of the many other pleasant things in the room that I so dearly love to remember."
"There was a chintz lounge, a striped home-made carpet, a big arm-chair for father, and a high-backed rocking-chair for my mother."But the most attractive place in the whole room was the corner cupboard. It had a carved green door, and was painted inside a bright vermilion-red. On one shelf stood a silver tankard filled with solid silver spoons, and behind it, in stately shining rows, my grandmother's pewter platters."On the next higher shelf stood a set of pink china, a little stout green pitcher, a dozen wine-glasses, and a great blue punch-bowl, gorgeous with yellow butterflies hovering over great double pink roses."There were tumblers of jelly on the top shelf, and jars of preserves,and covered glass dishes of honey, and a box made of colored porcupine-quills, in which mother kept her currants, raisins, citron, and candied lemon-peel."Now comes the story-part. One day my brothers were all out in the woods setting traps. Mother had just run into Mrs. Newman's for a little call, grandma was spending the day in town, and Alice, my sister, was out working among the flowers."Suddenly I thought, 'How good those raisins in the porcupine box would taste!' I did not pause long to consider, but climbed the red shelves of the closet, took down the blue-and-yellow box, and helped myself. I set it back again hastily, for I heard Alice coming in at the back-door. That very night I missed my red coral beads.Girl climbing shelves in cupboard"'They are gone for good,' said my grandma, 'for I saw the child playing on the sand-bank before I went away.'—'And she has been on the hay-mow,' chimed in my brothers.—'And all over the pine-grove with me,' said Alice.—'And down to the grist and saw mill with me,' observed father."I mourned greatly over my loss; for my beads were precious, and I prized them more highly than any thing else I possessed. A few nights after my loss, mother, who had gone up to bed with us as usual, said very gravely, 'Susan, I have found your beads; and where do you think they were?'"I could not tell, of course. 'They were in the porcupine-box,' continued mother; 'and now how came they there?' I told her all about it. My little sin had found me out."'Your necklace was a silent witness,' said my mother. I wanted to ask what a 'silent witness' was, but was too much ashamed. Thenext day I was sent to the store for more raisins and citron. Alice went with me."As we left the store, I heard Mr. Dallas, the merchant, say to his clerk, 'Mrs. Chapin is a good customer. She bought two pounds of raisins and a pound of citron only last week, and to-day as much more. I guess they are expecting company. Shouldn't at all wonder if John's folks were coming.'"My uncle John did come, and brought his pretty new wife, aunt Dorothy. Mother made lovely frosted pound-cake with plums in it, and mince-pies filled with fruit; but what I remember best of all is that she made for me a little plain cake, and left out all the raisins and currants."
"There was a chintz lounge, a striped home-made carpet, a big arm-chair for father, and a high-backed rocking-chair for my mother.
"But the most attractive place in the whole room was the corner cupboard. It had a carved green door, and was painted inside a bright vermilion-red. On one shelf stood a silver tankard filled with solid silver spoons, and behind it, in stately shining rows, my grandmother's pewter platters.
"On the next higher shelf stood a set of pink china, a little stout green pitcher, a dozen wine-glasses, and a great blue punch-bowl, gorgeous with yellow butterflies hovering over great double pink roses.
"There were tumblers of jelly on the top shelf, and jars of preserves,and covered glass dishes of honey, and a box made of colored porcupine-quills, in which mother kept her currants, raisins, citron, and candied lemon-peel.
"Now comes the story-part. One day my brothers were all out in the woods setting traps. Mother had just run into Mrs. Newman's for a little call, grandma was spending the day in town, and Alice, my sister, was out working among the flowers.
"Suddenly I thought, 'How good those raisins in the porcupine box would taste!' I did not pause long to consider, but climbed the red shelves of the closet, took down the blue-and-yellow box, and helped myself. I set it back again hastily, for I heard Alice coming in at the back-door. That very night I missed my red coral beads.
Girl climbing shelves in cupboard
"'They are gone for good,' said my grandma, 'for I saw the child playing on the sand-bank before I went away.'—'And she has been on the hay-mow,' chimed in my brothers.—'And all over the pine-grove with me,' said Alice.—'And down to the grist and saw mill with me,' observed father.
"I mourned greatly over my loss; for my beads were precious, and I prized them more highly than any thing else I possessed. A few nights after my loss, mother, who had gone up to bed with us as usual, said very gravely, 'Susan, I have found your beads; and where do you think they were?'
"I could not tell, of course. 'They were in the porcupine-box,' continued mother; 'and now how came they there?' I told her all about it. My little sin had found me out.
"'Your necklace was a silent witness,' said my mother. I wanted to ask what a 'silent witness' was, but was too much ashamed. Thenext day I was sent to the store for more raisins and citron. Alice went with me.
"As we left the store, I heard Mr. Dallas, the merchant, say to his clerk, 'Mrs. Chapin is a good customer. She bought two pounds of raisins and a pound of citron only last week, and to-day as much more. I guess they are expecting company. Shouldn't at all wonder if John's folks were coming.'
"My uncle John did come, and brought his pretty new wife, aunt Dorothy. Mother made lovely frosted pound-cake with plums in it, and mince-pies filled with fruit; but what I remember best of all is that she made for me a little plain cake, and left out all the raisins and currants."
"I think it was real mean for your mother to do so," said Fred, excited, and almost tearful.
"I think it was just right," I added. "It taught me a lesson I never forgot."
Since telling this story to my boys, I have observed that the lump-sugar that I keep in the blue china punch-bowl lasts much longer than it has for months before.
And this is the moral of my story, I suppose.
SARAH THAXTER THAYER.
Girl with coral bead necklace
Mother with baby on her lap
HisRoyal Highness is out of town.The blinds are closed, and the shades are down,And silence reigns in the house where heWas wont to frolic with merry glee.Lonely and drear as a desert-placeIs the home that misses his merry face;And even the skies appear to frownWhen His Royal Highness is out of town.His Royal Highness will give commandAs if he fancied he owned the land,And all his vassals his laws fulfilAs if delighted to do his will.So sweet and winning his royal swayHis slightest wishes they all obey;With smiling faces on errands goWhen His Royal Highness says thus or so.You'd hardly think that the rosy chapSitting up there in his mother's lap,Sweet and smiling, dimpled and fat,Was very much of an autocrat;Yet never a king on his throne could beMore determined to rule than he,And a merry hubbub he's sure to makeWhen His Royal Highness is wide awake.Some days he's merry; some days he's sad;And none are troubled when he is glad;Sometimes he's cross, and they're sure to say"His Royal Highness is sick to-day."They strive to humor his every mood,And now the noises are all subdued;On tip-toe lightly his vassals creep,For His Royal Highness is fast asleep.
JOSEPHINE POLLARD.
sleeping baby
Brids flying
Words byGeo. Cooper.Music byHattie R. Gilmor.
Music Nursery Song
[Transcriber's Note: You can play this music (MIDI file) by clickinghereand a larger image of the music sheet may be seen by clicking on the image.]
1. Where do all the daisies go!I know, I know!Underneath the snow they creep,Nod their little heads and sleep;In the spring-time out they peep; ...That is where they go.Yes! That is where they go.2. Where do all the birdies go?I know, I know!Far away from winter snow,To the fair, warm South they go,There they stay till daisies blow;That is where they go.3. Where do all the babies go?I know, I know!In the glancing firelight warm,Safely sheltered from all harm,Soft they lie on mother's arm;That is where they go.
Transcriber's Notes:Obvious punctuation errors repaired.The original text for the January issue had a table of contents that spanned six issues. This was divided amongst those issues.Additionally, only the January issue had a title page. This page was copied for the remaining five issues. Each issue had the number added on the title page after the Volume number.Page 35, repeated word "to" removed. Original read (mamma planned to to have some)Page 62, the format of the first word of the poem was changed from regular text to match the format of the first words of the rest of the text.
Obvious punctuation errors repaired.
The original text for the January issue had a table of contents that spanned six issues. This was divided amongst those issues.
Additionally, only the January issue had a title page. This page was copied for the remaining five issues. Each issue had the number added on the title page after the Volume number.
Page 35, repeated word "to" removed. Original read (mamma planned to to have some)
Page 62, the format of the first word of the poem was changed from regular text to match the format of the first words of the rest of the text.