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Title: Lazy Matilda, and Other Tales

Author: Katharine Pyle

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[1]

LAZY MATILDA
and OTHER TALES

[2]
[3]
[4]

girl reading book in small rocking chair; grandmother in chair nearby
“Oh, grandmamma, I’m reading now,”
The lazy Annie said,
“I do not want to leave my book,
Mayn’t Mary go instead?”

[5]

LAZY MATILDA
and OTHER TALES

BY
KATHARINE PYLE
AUTHOR OF “CARELESS JANE AND OTHER TALES,”
“WHERE THE WIND BLOWS,” “FAIRY TALES
FROM MANY LANDS,” ETC.



mother snipping strips of plaster



NEW YORK
E. P. DUTTON & CO., INC.

[6]

COPYRIGHT, 1921,
BY E. P. DUTTON & COMPANY


All Rights Reserved


First printing      September, 1921
Second printing      September, 1925
Third printing March, 1926
Fourth printing July, 1930


Printed in the United States of America

[7]

CONTENTS

  PAGE
Lazy Matilda 9
The Witch and the Truant Boys      27
The Visitor 37
Daddy Crane 49
Envious Eliza 63
The Nixie 75
Stephen’s Lesson 89
The Caterpillar 99
Mischievous Jane 113
The Sweet Tooth 125
Vain Little Lucy 139
The Magic Man 161

[8]
[9]

LAZY MATILDA

[10]

someone feeding cat
Matilda’s kind to pussy cat,
It shows her gratitude for that.

[11]

girl sulking on stool
“I   FEEL ashamed Matilda
To see you such a shirk!
I really think you’d run a mile
To get away from work.”
So spoke Matilda’s mother
Reprovingly one day,
But Mattie only shrugged and sulked
[12]And turned her face away.
Soon mother left her then alone,
The door was open wide.
On tip-toes Mattie crossed the floor,
And gaily ran outside.
She left her room undusted,
She left her bed unmade,
Indeed she really was a shirk
I’m very much afraid.

[13]

Matilda running
With joy she gaily scampered
Across the meadows wide,
And chased the pretty butterflies
That flew from side to side.
And on and on she wandered
Until she reached a wood,
And there, deep in the shadows
A little grey house stood.

[14]

Matilda at door of dwarf's cottage

[15]

A dwarf was in the doorway,
The door stood open wide,
A lean and hungry-looking cat
Was mewing just inside.
The old dwarf grinned and beckoned,
“Come in, come in,” cried he;
“I need a little servant maid,
And you will do for me.”

[16]

Matilda sweeping, dwarf relaxing in chair, cat watching
“I have no wish to serve you,”
Matilda quickly cried.
But still the old dwarf beckoned her
And made her step inside.
He made her cook the dinner,
He made her work all day.
He watched her close, and left no chance
For her to run away.

[17]

Matilda feeding and petting cat
The pussy rubbed about her,
“Meow, meow,” said she.
“I’ve been so starved, please look about
And find some scraps for me.”
“Whatever I may have to eat
I’ll always share with you,”
Matilda cried, “for I can see
[18]That you’re unhappy, too.”
One day the dwarf sat smoking
Outside the open door,
While Mattie worked about inside
And scrubbed and swept the floor.
“Matilda,” whispers pussy,
“You’ve served me well each day,
And now the dwarf is safe outside
I’ll help you run away.

[19]

cat on haunches pointing for Matilda

[20]

“The kitchen door is open,
So now be off,” says she.
“Yes,” Mattie whispers, “but suppose
The dwarf should call to me.”
“You needn’t be afraid of that,”
The clever pussy said,
“For even if by chance he calls
I’ll answer in your stead.”
Now little Mattie’s scarcely gone
Before the old dwarf cries,
“Are you at work?” “I’m kneading bread,”
The pussy cat replies.
The old dwarf smoked and nodded,
But soon again he said,
“Are you at work?” “Oh, yes,” cried puss;
“I’m shaking up the bed.”

[21]

dwarf yelling at cat who has an arched back

[22]

Again the old dwarf calls her,
“Now what are you about?”
“I’m waiting here to catch a mouse
If only he’ll come out.”
“What’s that?” the old dwarf bellows.
He bounces from his chair,
He rushes in and quickly sees
That only puss is there.
At once he knows the trick they’ve played.
He catches up the broom,
And chases poor old pussy cat
Around and around the room.
“Good-bye to you,” says pussy,
“Indeed, I’ve had my fill,”
And up she bounds and out she goes
Across the window sill.

[23]

dwarf swinging broom at cat

[24]

“Come back! I will not beat you!
Come back, come back!” cries he.
“If I must lose both maid and cat
What will become of me?”
But pussy does not heed him.
Indeed, she’s far away.
She’s followed little Mattie home
And there she means to stay.
Matilda’s now a useful child,
She never tries to shirk,
But helps, with ready cheerfulness,
At any kind of work.
Matilda holding cat

[25]

three black cats

[26]
[27]

[28]

THE WITCH AND THE TRUANT BOYS

witch shut in window
John is cleverer than the old witch
And he has her in a trap.

[29]

two barefoot boys carrying fising poles with witch watching from behind large stone
PETER and John, against the rule,
Are playing truant from their school.
With eager steps away they go
To seek a fishing pool they know.
But see a witch is hiding there—
She’ll catch them if they don’t take care.
Oh boys! make haste and hurry past!
No—she has caught them tight and fast.

[30]

witch carryign boys under her arms
And now away with them she hies,
In spite of all their kicks and cries.
She hurries home and shuts the door
And then she drops them on the floor.
“These boys are plump and soft,” says she,
“A fine fat meal they’ll make for me.
I’ll fill my very biggest pot,
And cook them when the water’s hot.”

[31]

One boy climbing into box while other watches
But while her pot she’s getting out,
The frightened Peter looks about.
He sees the bread trough open wide,
And into it he jumps to hide;
Then with a bump he shuts the lid.
And there he lies all safely hid.
But the old witch has heard the sound.
And quick she turns herself around.

[32]

boy talking to witch and pointing out window
She peers about with blinking eyes,
“Where is that other boy?” she cries.
“He can’t have run away so quick.
He must be hiding for a trick.”
“You haven’t treated me so well
That you can think I want to tell,
But if you look outside,” says John,
“Maybe you’ll see which way he’s gone.”

[33]

boy shutting window on witch
The old witch throws the window wide
And leans to look about outside.
But while she’s peering all around
John creeps up close without a sound,
And shuts the window on her tight,
And holds it down with all his might.
’Tis vain for her to kick and bawl,
John does not heed her cries at all.

[34]

boy nailing window in place
“Quick, Peter! Bring me from the shelf
Hammer and nails. Bestir yourself.”
Out from the dough-trough Peter springs;
Quickly he fetches John the things.
“Here they are, brother!” Now, tap-tap!
John drives the nails with many a rap.
He has the window nailed at last
So tight ’twill hold the old witch fast.

[35]

boys running home
No matter how she squirms and cries,
She can’t get loose howe’er she tries.
But now the little boys are free
To run on home, as you may see.
I’m sure it will be many a day
Before again from school they stay.
As for the witch, if she’s stuck tight
Until this day it serves her right.

[36]
[37]

[38]

THE VISITOR

mother and boy looking at pigs
Children should never eat like this,
Although for pigs ’tis not amiss.

[39]

boy eating sloppily while girl sits next to him
JOHN’S manners at the table
Were very sad to see.
You’d scarce believe a child could act
In such a way as he.
He smacked his lips and gobbled,
His nose down in his plate.
You might have thought that he was starved,
So greedily he ate.

[40]

mother talking to boy

[41]

He’d snatch for what he wanted,
And never once say “please,”
Or, elbows on the table,
He’d sit and take his ease.
In vain papa reproved him;
In vain mamma would say,
“You really ought to be ashamed
To eat in such a way.”
One day when lunch was ready,
And John came in from play,
His mother said, “A friend has come
To eat with you to-day.”
“A friend of mine?” cried Johnny,
“Whoever can it be?”
“He’s at the table,” mother said,
“You’d better come and see.”

[42]

boy sees pig at this place at table

[43]

Into the dining-room he ran.
A little pig was there.
It had a napkin round its neck,
And sat up in a chair.
“This is your friend,” his father cried,
“He’s just a pig, it’s true,
But he might really be your twin,
He acts so much like you.”
“Indeed he’s not my friend,” cried John,
With red and angry face.
“If he sits there beside my chair
I’m going to change my place.”
“No, no,” his father quickly cried,
“Indeed that will not do.
Sit down at once where you belong,
He’s come to visit you.”

[44]

boy has to sti next to pig for supper

[45]

Now how ashamed was little John;
But there he had to sit,
And see the piggy served with food,
And watch him gobble it.
“John,” said mamma, “I think your friend
Would like a piece of bread.”
“And pass him the potatoes, too,”
Papa politely said.
The other children laughed at this,
But father shook his head.
“Be still, or leave the room at once;
It’s not a joke,” he said.
“Oh, mother, send the pig away,”
With tears cried little John.
“I’ll never eat that way again
If only he’ll be gone.”

[46]

boy now eating nicely at table while mother and sister watch

[47]

“Why,” said mamma, “since that’s the case,
And you your ways will mend,
Perhaps we’d better let him go.
Perhaps he’s not your friend.”
Now John has learned his lesson,
For ever since that day
He’s lost his piggish manners,
And eats the proper way.
And his papa, and mother too,
Are both rejoiced to see
How mannerly and how polite
Their little John can be.

[48]
[49]

[50]

DADDY CRANE

boy being told to weed garden by mother
Each child should be content to do
Some useful thing each day,
And not be thinking all the time
Of pleasure or of play.

[51]

DADDY CRANE
NED was so fond of swimming
No punishment nor rule
That mother made could keep him long
Out of the swimming pool.
One morning she had set him
To clear a flower bed,
“And do not stop till every weed
Is out of it,” she said.
But oh, that naughty Edward!
She scarce had turned away
When up he rose, and off he ran;
[52]He did not stop nor stay.
Soon, naked as a little frog,
With many a joyous shout,
He jumped into the swimming pool,
And kicked and swam about.
But while he played so gaily
Old Daddy Crane, unseen,
Stood watching him, and grinning,
Among the rushes green.
“I’ll wait until that funny thing
Has dressed, and then,” says he,
“I’ll catch him by the trousers seat
And take him home with me.”
Soon, cooled and freshened by his swim,
Young Ned comes splashing out.
In haste he gets into his clothes
And never looks about.

[53]

boy getting undressed to swim while large crane sees him

[54]

Now Daddy stretches out his neck!
“Oh! Oh,” poor Edward cries,
For Daddy has him in his beak,
And off with him he flies.
Far, far off by a river,
Where no one comes to see,
Old Daddy lives among the reeds,
He and his children three.
’Tis there he carries Edward.
“Look children! Look!” cries he.
“I’ve brought you such a funny thing.
It swims, as you shall see.”
And now with cackling laughter
He throws poor little Ned
Far, far out in the river,
Ker-splash! heels over head.

[55]

crane carryign boy by trousers

[56]

Then how the young ones clap their wings,
And laugh and dance about,
As, blowing water from his nose,
Poor Ned comes scrabbling out.
“Quick, Daddy, throw him in again,”
The youngsters cry with glee.
“There never was a froggy thing
As comical as he.”
In vain poor Edward struggles.
His cries are all in vain.
No sooner does he get on shore
Than splash! he’s in again.
“Oh dear!” he cries, while water
Is mingled with his tears,
“I’ve had enough of swimming
To last for years and years.”

[57]

crane throwing boy into pond while young cranes watch

[58]

And so, next time they throw him in,
Instead of swimming round
He hides himself among the reeds,
And hopes he won’t be found.
He hears old Daddy calling,
“Hi there! You frog, come out!
You needn’t try to hide from me.
I know what you’re about.”
He hears the young ones rustle round,
They bitterly complain,
“Oh Daddy, find our frog for us.
We want him back again.”
But quick Ned gathers lily leaves,
All broad and green and flat,
And fixes them to hide his head
As though they were a hat.

[59]

boy trying to swim off secretly to get away from crane

[60]

Then out beyond the reeds he floats;
The green leaves hide him still
As down the stream he swims away
Past meadow, wood and hill.
In vain old Daddy hunts about,
And little does he dream
That Ned was underneath the leaves
That floated down the stream.
Now Edward’s reached his home again.
He runs in through the door,
Leaving a trail of water
Across the kitchen floor.
“You need not scold me mother,”
With chattering teeth he says.
“I’ve had enough of swimming now
To last me all my days.”

[61]

boy coming in sopping wet to mother

[62]
[63]

[64]

ENVIOUS ELIZA

girl watching friends play with toys
Eliza never was content.
Indeed ’twas very sad
That any child could envy so
The things that others had.

[65]

ENVIOUS ELIZA
ELIZA was an envious child,
Indeed ’twas very sad
To see the way she wished for things
That other children had.
Instead of playing like the rest,
She’d stand about and whine,
“I do not see why every one
Has better things than mine.
“Jane’s doll is prettier than mine.
John has a better ball.
The one Aunt Sarah gave to me
Will hardly bounce at all.

[66]

children playing with toys

[67]

“My picture book is old and torn
And Mary’s looks quite new.
And Tom has all the building blocks.
I wish I had some, too.”
’Twas thus the envious little girl
Complained day after day.
She made herself unhappy,
And spoiled the fun and play.
At last one day when she began
With her complaints once more,
John quickly gathered up his toys
And games from off the floor.
“Here, you may have my things,” he said,
“I’ll give them all to you.”
“And you may have my doll,” said Jane,
“And all her dresses, too.”

[68]

Eliza taking all of te toys

[69]

“Yes,” Mary cried, “and take my books,
”My grace-hoop, sticks and all,
And Noah’s Ark.“ ”And here!“ said Tom,
”Here are my blocks and ball.“
Eliza scarce believed her ears,
“You’ll give them all to me,—
The books and games and toys? Oh dear!
How happy I shall be.”
The other children ran away,
And left her standing there,
But since they’d also left their things
But little did she care.
Quite happily, all by herself,
She played that afternoon,
It seemed to her that supper time
Had never come so soon.

[70]

Children leave Eliza with toys

[71]

Next day, all by herself again;
She settled down to play,
But oh! the room seemed strangely still
With all the rest away.
“I wonder what they’re all about,
And where they are,” thought she;
And then she called them, “Come in here
And play awhile with me.”
“We can’t,” she heard them answer back,
“There’s nothing we can do
Now we have given all our toys
And games and books to you!”
“But oh! I cannot always play
All by myself,” cried she,
“Come here, and you shall have again
The things you gave to me.

[72]

Eliza looks out door for someone to play with

[73]

“The toys and books and dolls and games—
Each one shall take his own,
I’d rather never have a thing
Than always play alone.”
The children now have taken back
The toys they gave to her,
The nursery’s full of merriment
And fun and cheerful stir.
Eliza now is quite content
To play like all the rest,
And never gives a single thought
To which one has the best.

[74]
[75]

[76]

THE NIXIE

Nixie under water
Up through the water see her rise,
The nixie with her sea-green eyes.

[77]

two children playing by water see beautiful nixie
ONCE John and Jane were playing
Beside a shining lake
When suddenly the waters
Began to stir and shake.
And up there rose a nixie
From out the waters green.
She was the strangest looking thing
[78]That they had ever seen.
She called the children gently.
She coaxed them, “Come with me,
And I will show you castles,
And gardens fair to see.”

“Our mother’s often told us,”
The children both replied,
“We must not go with strangers,
Or evil may betide.”
But still the nixie coaxed them.
“Come see my lovely things.
I’ll show you strings of shining shells,
And fishes that have wings.”
She took them by their shoulders,
She took them by the hands,
She drew them down beneath the lake
To where her castle stands.

[79]

Nixie leading children away

[80]

But now the nixie had them
She lost her pleasant smile.
She set the children both to work
And scolded all the while.
“Now scrub about, and sweep about,
And fill the iron pot,
And hang it up above the fire
To make the water hot.
“No idling now, you lazy ones;
Be quick and stir your feet,
The while I go outside a bit
And catch some fish to eat.”
Soon as the nixie leaves them
The children set to work.
Indeed they’re both so frightened
They do not dare to shirk.

[81]

Nixie no longer beautiful and giving children chores

[82]

Just as the work is finished
The nixie comes once more,
And leaves a trail of water
Across the kitchen floor.
Her net is full of fishes.
“Here, child! be quick,” cries she,
“Now clean these fish and cook them,
And serve them up to me.”
Quick little Janie sets to work,
She cooks the fish in haste,
The greedy nixie eats them all;
She does not leave a taste.
Then after she has finished
She lies down on the bed,
And snores so loud the rafters
Are shaken overhead.

[83]

Nixie brings net full of fish

[84]

children plot escape
Then Janie beckons Johnnie,
And whispers in his ear,
“Now, John, I’m going to run away.
I will not stay down here.”
But little John is frightened.
“Oh dear! I’d be afraid.
I know she’d come and catch us,
This cruel water-maid.”

[85]

children put net on nixie while she slept
“But I’ve a plan,” says Janie,
“It just came in my head.
We’ll take the nixie’s fishing-net
And tie her down in bed.
“Be quick or she may waken,
We have no time to waste.”
So now the little children
[86]
Have set to work in haste.
They wrap her net about her,
They tie her tight in bed.
Now, even if she wakened
She scarce could lift her head!
“So there! that job is finished,”
Cries little Jane with glee.
“Unless someone unties her
She never can get free.”
Now quick the little children
Run tip-toe out the door,
And never stop nor turn about
Till they are home once more.
But for the cruel nixie,
Whether she’s still in bed,
Or whether she has wriggled out
No one has ever said.

[87]

children run away while nixie wakes

[88]
[89]

[90]

STEPHEN’S LESSON

Stephen holding napkin over lower half of face
Poor Stephen is in such disgrace
He is ashamed to show his face.

[91]

aunt and grandma looking shocked at Stephen
’TIS very very sad indeed
When little children choose
To say the naughty, ugly words
That no one ought to use.
That was the way with Stephen,
Such naughty words he said
That grandmamma looked shocked and grieved,
And auntie shook her head.

[92]

Mother explaining to Stephen about the plasters
Mamma said, “Son, I’ve told you
Such words you must not say,
And yet, in spite of warnings,
I hear them every day.
“So now, my child, I’m taking
These sticking plaster strips.
I’m going to put them on your mouth
And seal those naughty lips.”

[93]

mother putting plasters on
“But mother, how then shall I eat?”
Cries Stephen anxiously.
“Oh, I will take them off for meals.
’Twill not be hard,” says she.
In vain poor Stephen pleads with her;
In vain he sobs and cries.
She lays the strips across his lips
In straight and criss-cross wise.

[94]

Stephen crying with mouth taped shut, mother shaking finger
Now only sounds like “Um! Um-hum!”
From Stephen’s lips are heard,
Because, with all those plasters on
He cannot speak a word.
Now Stephen cannot go to school,
He sits at home all day.
He feels ashamed to go outside,
Or join the boys at play.

[95]

Stephen sitting by window hiding from people walking by
And if he’s at the window,
And some one passes by,
He quickly turns aside his head,
Lest they the plasters spy.
One day, when mother changed the strips
In haste poor Stephen cried,
“I do not think my lips could say
Those words now if I tried.”

[96]

mother kissing Stephen
“If that’s the case,” cried mother,
“No need to use these slips,”
And with a smile of joy she kissed
The one-time naughty lips.
Indeed the lesson had been learned,
For Stephen nevermore
Was heard to say those naughty words
That he had used before.

[97]

mother cutting plasters

[98]
[99]

[100]

THE CATERPILLAR

girl holding branch with caterpillar on it
The Caterpillar has to crawl.
He cannot run or jump at all.

[101]

girl catching ball
ANNE was a lively child at play,
And quick as she could be,
But when an errand must be run
Ah, slow of foot was she.
“My child,” said grandmamma one day,
“Run to my room and look,
And bring me, from my bureau there,
My spectacles and book.”
“Oh, grandmamma, I’m reading now,”
The lazy Annie said,
“I do not want to leave my book,
Mayn’t Mary go instead?”

[102]

Girl reading with Granmother in nearby chair
No wonder grandmamma looked pained
When Annie answered so,
But little Mary cried, “Why, yes!
Of course I’d love to go.”
“Come little Anne,” her mother called,
“Run down the street for me,
And get some thread to sew your frock.
Let’s see how quick you’ll be.”

[103]

girl talking to mother
“Oh dear! I’m tired,” Anne replied,
“Why cannot Mary go?
Or nurse? She’s not been out all day,
Indeed she told me so.”
“My child, my child!” her mother said,
“Whatever shall I do?
You’re such a lazy, useless girl
I feel ashamed of you.

[104]

girl wakes up with caterpillar feet instead of her own

[105]

“Your little feet run fast enough
For pleasure or for fun,
But you can hardly crawl about
When errands must be run.”
But listen now! One day Anne woke
And felt quite strange and queer.
“Whatever’s happened to me now,”
She cried; “Oh dear, oh dear!
“Oh mother! nurse! Come in here quick
And tell me what is wrong.
I seem to have so many feet—
My body feels so long.”
Mamma and nurse came hurrying in,
Ah what a sight to see!
Poor Anne! A caterpillar’s legs
And stubby feet had she.

[106]

mother sadly watching girl creep up stairs with caterpillar feet

[107]

She scarce knew how to turn herself
Nor how to climb from bed.
“However shall I run or play!”
The poor child sadly said.
Mamma and nurse were shocked and grieved,
And so was grandma, too,
While little Mary sobbed, “Oh dear!
Whatever will she do!”
But like a caterpillar soon
She learned to crawl around,
Although her legs were now so short
She almost touched the ground.
’Twas sad indeed to be so slow
When she had been so fleet.
No longer could she play about
Nor run out in the street.

[108]

girl bringing book to grandmother, girl's legs better

[109]

Her greatest pleasure was to find
Some errand she could go,
And up and down the stairs she’d trudge
With patient steps and slow.
She waited on her grandmamma,
And on her mother, too.
No one could ask her anything
She was not glad to do.
One day her watchful mother said,
“It really seems to me
Anne’s legs are growing long and slim,
More like they used to be.
“She does not have so many now.
Her body’s shorter, too.
I saw her standing up to-day
Quite as she used to do.”

[110]

girl wakes up with own legs again

[111]

“I’ve noticed that,” her grandma said,
“Indeed I hope some day
To see our Anne herself again,
And fit for work and play.”
And so it was. For one day Anne
Awoke to find once more
She was the selfsame nimble child
That she had been before.
Then what rejoicings filled the house,
All gathered round to see;
And as for Anne, as you may guess,
A thankful child was she.
And never since has Annie lost
Her willing, useful ways,
And her mamma and every one
All speak of her with praise.

[112]
[113]

[114]

MISCHIEVOUS JANE

Jane scares Nurse
Only see how this naughty Jane
Is frightening her nurse again.

[115]

Jane climbing tree
JANE’S greatest pleasure and delight
Was putting others in a fright.
She loved to bounce and scream and climb,
She kept nurse nervous all the time.
Her dear mamma was worried, too,
She never knew what Jane would do.

[116]

Jane grinning in tree
One day she climbed up in a tree.
A very daring child was she.
Then she began to scream and call,
“Oh nurse, come quick! Oh! Oh! I’ll fall!”
Quickly her nurse came running out,
And anxiously she looked about.
“Where are you, Jane? Where can you be?”
“Here I am, nurse, up in the tree.”

[117]

Nurse at base of tree, afraid
Poor nurse was in a dreadful fright.
“Oh Jane!” she cried. “That is not right.”
“Come down! If your mamma should see
You know how worried she would be.”
Jane laughed aloud to see her fright,
She thought it such a funny sight.
Now higher up the tree she went,
On nurse’s further torment bent.

[118]

Jane falling out of tree
“Now look!” she cried. But as she spoke
The branch where she was standing broke,
And then—a fearful sight to see—
Down she came crashing through the tree.
Her nursie screamed so loud with fear
That all the neighborhood could hear.
But luckily, when half way down
A ragged branch caught Janie’s gown.

[119]

Jane caught by dress, hanging in tree
It stopped her fall, and held her there
Swinging and turning in the air.
Her nurse’s cries brought mother out,
And neighbors ran from all about.
They talked and made a great to-do,
But how to reach her no one knew.
Till some one cried, “Without a doubt
[120]We’ll have to call the firemen out.
“They have a ladder that’s so high
It almost reaches to the sky.”
Mamma cries, “Oh, for mercy’s sake
Be quick! Suppose the branch should break?”
Now clang! clang! clang! the fire-bells go.
People are running to and fro,
And down the street—ah only see!
There comes the fire company.

[121]

fireman getting Jane out of tree

[122]

“Quick! Get the ladder up!” “Look out!”
“Be careful there what you’re about.”
Now up, up, up, the ladder goes.
It’s up as high as Janie’s toes.
Up further still; it’s resting now
Its topmost rung against a bough.
Then quick a fireman, strong and brown
Runs up and lifts the poor child down.
And listen how the anxious crowd
That has been watching shouts aloud.
No need for any more alarms.
He’s placed her in her mother’s arms.
“Oh dear! I’ll never try,” sobs Jane
“To frighten any one again.”

[123]

mother hugging crying Jane

[124]
[125]

[126]

THE SWEET TOOTH

Mother and rather rotund Fred
Alas poor Fred! So fat is he,
Only a pig could fatter be.

[127]

THE SWEET TOOTH
A   SWEET-TOOTH was our Frederick.
He scorned the bread and meat
And all the other wholesome things
That children ought to eat.
He ate the sugar from the bowl;
He fed on cakes and pies,
The very sight of lollipops
Brought water to his eyes.
He grew too fat to play about,
Too fat to run or jump,
On either side his arms stuck out
Like handles of a pump.

[128]

fred walking down street
It grieved his kind mamma to see
How fat and fatter grew
Her little Fred, in spite of all
That she could say or do.
One day, with pennies in his hand
He set out for a shop,
To buy himself some sugar-cakes
Or tart or lollipop.

[129]

Fred surprised as his growing rounder
But oh the day was very hot,
The sun a fiery ball,
And soon the heat made Fred so soft
He scarce could walk at all.
“Oh dear, oh dear! I feel so queer;
What’s happening?” cried he.
“If I should melt in all this heat
How dreadful it would be!”

[130]

Fred now a perfectly round ball
It is a sorry tale to tell,
But greedy ones take heed!
Fred’s arms and legs and all of him
Were melting down indeed.
They melted till you scarce could tell
Fred was a boy at all,
For now he looked all smooth and round
As though he were a ball.

[131]

Children find Fred-ball
That afternoon the girls and boys
Came running out to play,
And wondering they gathered round
The place where Frederick lay.
“Oh what a great enormous ball!
”Let’s play with it,“ they cried;
And then they rolled and pushed poor Fred
About from side to side.

[132]

Children roll and play iwth Fred-ball

[133]

Hither and yon, in giddy round
The wretched Frederick sped,
And sometimes he was on his heels,
And sometimes on his head.
At supper time the mothers called,
“Now put your ball away.
To-morrow you can get it out
And have another play.”
Ah Frederick, poor Frederick!
Though he lay quiet now
He could not even lift his hand
To wipe his heated brow,
And now each day they came to play
With Fred, until at last
His fat began to wear away
They rolled him round so fast.

[134]

Fred-ball becoming more Fred-shaped
The disappointed children said,
“Someone has spoiled our ball.
It’s growing such a funny shape
It scarcely rolls at all.”
One time when they had stopped to rest
Fred’s little brother said,
“It’s queer, but don’t you think our ball
Looks very much like Fred?”

[135]

Fred more crescent shaped now and mother and children recognize him
“Why it is Fred,” his sister cried.
“I know his eyes and nose.
And only see! Those are his hands,
And down there are his toes.”
They called his mother out to see.
With eager steps she came,
At once she knew her Frederick,
And called him by his name.

[136]

Fred in baggy clothes standing before mother in street

[137]

And now he found that he could turn,
That he could move and rise.
He stood before his mother
With shamed and tearful eyes.
“Oh, mother, mother, dear, I’ve had
A dreadful time!” cried he,
“But now that I’m a boy again
Less greedy I will be.”

[138]

Thinner Fred standing with rotund shadow behind him

[139]

[140]

VAIN LITTLE LUCY

Lucy opening box of new clothes
Her godmamma once sent to her
A frock of ruffled lace.

[141]

VAIN LITTLE LUCY
MISS LUCY was a pretty child,
But vain as she could be,
She loved all sorts of furbelows,
And frills and finery.
Her godmamma once sent to her
A frock of ruffed lace,
A flowered hat, and parasol
With which to shade her face.
And in the box was also packed
A pair of pink kid shoes.
“Oh dear!” her mother sighed; “they all
Are quite too fine to use.”

[142]

Lucy admiring slef in mirror while mother watches

[143]

But Lucy cried, “Oh mother, no!
I’m sure they’re what I need.
When I am dressed and walking out
I will look fine indeed.”
And then she begged to put them on,
And with a peacock pride
She stood before the looking-glass
And turned from side to side.
“May I go out and show them off?”
Cried Lucy eagerly.
“How all the little girls will stare!
And how they’ll envy me!”
“Why Lucy! What a way to speak!”
Her loving mother cried.
“I am surprised my child should show
Such vain and silly pride.”

[144]

Lucy in calico, sulking in chair
“Now go put on your calico,
And run outdoors and play.
These things were meant for special times,
And not for every day.”
But Lucy has another plan.
She sulks, and hangs about,
Till later in the afternoon,
When her mamma goes out.

[145]

Lucy, with parasol, walking haughtitly past other girls
Then quick she dresses up again
In all her frills and lace,
And out she runs, to trip along
With air of dainty grace.
She walked with such a haughty air,
She held her head so high,
The other children scarcely dared
To speak as she passed by.
[146]
But even as, with scornful air,
She minced along the street,
There came a sudden rushing wind
That swept her from her feet.
It caught her by her parasol,
It caught her by her frills,
It swept her up into the sky,
And off across the hills.
No knowing where she would have gone,
Still driven by the blast,
But luckily a branching tree
Has caught her skirts at last.
It catches her and holds to her,—
It will not let her go;
Whatever will become of her
Poor Lucy does not know.

[147]

Lucy caught up by parasol and flying away

[148]

In vain she twists herself about
And strives with all her might.
“Oh, dear kind tree,” she says to it,
“Don’t hold me quite so tight.”
The tree replies, “My branches
Shall quickly set you free
If you’ll give me your parasol
To wear as finery.”
“Oh, take it, do,” cries Lucy.
“I do not care at all,
If you will only set me free;
But do not let me fall.”
So now the twigs and branches
Bend back to let her go,
And safely Lucy clambers down
Into the field below.

[149]

Lucy caught up in tree iwth finery

[150]

Now Lucy looks about her
With frightened, tearful eyes.
“Oh dear, oh dear, I’m lost I fear!
What shall I do!” she cries.
High overhead a raven
Is sitting in the tree,
“I know the way you ought to go.”
Cries Lucy, “Tell it me!”
“Oh it is not for nothing
I tell the things I know,
But if you’ll let me have your hat
I’ll tell you how to go.”
“Alas, I meant to keep it,
And wear it for my best.
But take it,” cries poor Lucy.
“’Twill make a pretty nest.”

[151]

Lucy gives bird her hat

[152]

Now with his wing the raven points,
“There yonder lies your way.”
And off Miss Lucy runs in haste.
She does not stop nor stay.
But see! across the pathway
A thorn tree towers high.
Its thorns will surely catch her
Before she can go by.
“Oh prickly, stickly thorn-tree,
That stands to bar the way,
Draw back your boughs,” cries Lucy,
“And let me pass, I pray.”
The thorn replies, “My blossoms
Have dropped and left me bare,
I’ll let you pass if I may have
That little frock you wear.”

[153]

Lucy gives frock to thornbush

[154]

“Here take my frock,” cries Lucy,
And gives it to the tree,
Then quick it draws aside its thorns
And leaves the pathway free.
Now on again runs Lucy.
Indeed she is in haste.
If she would reach her home by dark
She has no time to waste.
And now she sees a river,
It flows so deep and wide
There seems no way for Lucy
To reach the other side.
But look! A duck is sailing
Upon the flowing tide,
His legs are strong for swimming,
His back is flat and wide.

[155]

Lucy in chemise standing by water

[156]

Lucy taking off shoes for duck
“Oh pretty duck,” cries Lucy,
“Come here, come here to me.
If you will carry me across
How thankful I will be.”
“In winter time,” replies the duck,
“My toes get nipped with frost.
If you will give your shoes to me
I’ll carry you across.”

[157]

Lucy riding duck across water
“Here! Take them quick,” cries Lucy.
“Indeed I do not care!
I have a stouter pair at home,
And they will do to wear.”
And now see little Lucy
On ducky’s back astride,
As steadily he swims across
Unto the other side.

[158]

Lucy, dressed in calico, meeting girls to play
Now on she runs—she reaches home—
In through the door she creeps,
“Oh mother dear, I’m back again,”
With joyful tears she weeps.
Now Lucy’s grown more sensible,
She’s quite content when dressed
In just the plain and simple things
That mother thinks are best.

[159]

peacock

[160]
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[162]

THE MAGIC MAN

Magic Man opening door
Be careful, children, lest some day
The Magic Man should come your way.

[163]

boy listening behind door to mother and friend's conversation
’TIS very naughty for a child
To try to hang about
And overhear what people say,
And find their secrets out.
Our James was such a child as that.
He loved to overhear
The very things he knew were not
Intended for his ear.

[164]

Nurse finds James listening on stairs

[165]

The older people often said,
“Now James, please run away.
You’re always, always hanging round
To hear what we may say.”
Once mother asked some ladies in
To drink a cup of tea,
And nurse said, “James, don’t go downstairs;
Come in the room with me.”
“I want to hear them talk,” said James.
“I like to listen, too.”
“But that’s exactly what mamma
Has told you not to do.”
“I’ll stay here, anyway,” said James,
And sat down on the stair,
And when nurse found he would not move
She went and left him there.

[166]

James sneaking downstairs to listen
“And now she’s gone, I’ll creep downstairs
Into the hall,” thought he,
“And listen at the parlor door,
I’m sure no one will see.”
But James had hardly risen up
Before, all silently,
Some one came stealing down the hall
As soft as soft could be.

[167]

James caught by ear by Magic Man
And then James felt that somebody
Had caught him by each ear,
“Ho!” cried a voice, “so you’re the boy
Who always wants to hear.”
Quite suddenly he felt his ears
Begin to stretch and spread.
Until, like any elephant’s
They stood out from his head.

[168]

James with very large ears indeed cowering from Magic Man

[169]

“Let go!” cried James, “Let go, I say!
Take care what you’re about!”
And then the hands had set him free,
And quick he turned about.
He peered around with frightened eyes.
No one at all was there,—
Only the clock that said tick-tock,
And shadows on the stair.
Into the nursery quick he ran,
“Oh, nursie! Only see!
Somebody came and stretched my ears
And scared me terribly.”
Nurse looked at him and gave a cry.
“Oh James! What shall we do!
It must have been the Magic Man
Who did this thing to you.

[170]

Nurse and mother see James' ears

[171]

“I know when children misbehave
He often comes about,
And punishes their naughty ways
If he can find them out.”
And now mamma is called in haste.
She comes, and “Oh!” cries she,
“Whatever’s happened to your ears?
They are a sight to see!”
James tells her all the doleful tale,
But ah, ’tis very plain
The only thing is just to wait
And hope they’ll shrink again.
“If you are very patient, James,
And if you will be good,
Perhaps some day your ears once more
Will look the way they should.”

[172]

James now covering ears at doorway instead of listening
Now James is different indeed,
For ever since that day
He’s never wished to overhear
What other people say,
And if a secret’s being told
[173]That he perchance might hear
He runs away, or else he stuffs
A finger in each ear.
James reading book in another room while others tell secrets
His ears are shrinking day by day,
And soon I hope we’ll see
They are as small as any lad
Could wish his ears to be.