IN THE NURSERY

HAPPY HOURS FOR THE LIT-TLE ONES

ILLUSTRATED

BOSTON LOTHROP PUBLISHING COMPANY

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Copyright, 1897, BY Lothrop Publishing Company.

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JACK AND JILL.

[WILL YOU COME?] [AT THE SPRING.]

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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. Their names were Gray Cloak, Fine Ear and Sat-in Slip-per. Sat-in Slip-per had a spoon of her own, Fine Ear had a knife, and Gray Cloak owned a fork.

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."

Such good times as those three mice had! The cel-lar had a smooth, wa-ter-limed floor, a beau-ti-ful place to play mar-bles, blind-man's-buff and Kit-ty-kit-ty-cor-ner. They always ate from the same egg, and as Farm-er Jones kept his cats at the barn, there was noth-ing to spoil their comfort for many years.

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THE MICE AND THE EGG.

[AN EMPTY LARDER AT HOME.]

[BEHOLD THE DILEMMA!]

[NECESSITY BEING, AS EVER, THE MOTHER OF INVENTION.]

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IN THE SWING.

[ISN'T THIS FUN?]

[AND ISN'T THIS FUN?]

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BUT-TER-CUP, THE BOS-SY.

["HERE WE'LL WAIT!"]

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MEAS-UR-ING TOM-MY.

[Meas-ur-ing Tom-my.]

Tom-my goes ev-er-y day to look at a board in the gar-den fence. There are four lit-tle hacks in that board, one a-bove an-oth-er, made with a knife. The first hack shows how tall Tom-my was when he was one year old; the sec-ond how tall when he was two; the third how tall when he was three; and yes-ter-day Nel-ly made a hack for the fourth birth-day.

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THE TWINS.

[The Twins.]

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A BRAVE GIRL.

[SEE HOW BRAVE!]—[WHAT IF SHE BITES!]

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OUT-LINE PICT-URE TO COL-OR.—SLATE PICT-URE.

[CHILD-LIFE ON THE FARM.—A NO-VEM-BER RAIN.]

[Bringing Home The Thanks-giv-ing Dinner. SLATE PICT-URE—THE NIGHT BE-FORE THANKS GIV-ING.]

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A LIT-TLE MAS-TER.

[FLOSS AND FLUFF.]

Floss and Fluff were the hap-pi-est dogs in the world. 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. His pa-pa said when he brought Floss and Fluff home:

"Now, Fred-dy, just as long as these lit-tle fel-lows are hap-py, just so long they are yours!"

Fred-dy knew what that meant. He fed his beau-ti-ful pets at reg-u-lar hours ev-er-y day, and e-ver-y day he combed and brushed them, and ev-er-y day he took them out for a frol-ic, and they had their baths at the right time, and he nev-er held up a bone and did not give it to them. Be-cause he was so prompt and true and kind, Fred-dy was hap-py, and so were Fluff and Floss.

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