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´╗┐Title: Sugar and Spice
Author: Johnson, James
Language: English
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Comical Tales Comically Dressed



[Illustration: Front Cover]

[Illustration: Sugar and Spice]

  _A knock at the door!
   A visitor more._


Our dear children gave a party,
  Not one grown person there;
And the laughter, it was hearty,
  Without a servant's care.

"One must," said they, "a servant be,"
  And quick they cried, "one should."
So they cast lots, did that par--ty:
  The lot fell on T. Good.

They rang the bell, he never came;
  They called, he would not hear;
They stamped, but it was all the same,
  T. Good would not appear.

They coaxed him in with marmalade,
  To take a letter out.
He said that he was scarcely made
  "To post and run about!"

Said he, "I've seen rich people do
  Kind acts for servants' good;
But seldom have I known, its true,
  Them act as e'er they should!

"That is, you know, quite to a T,
  And sure as eggs are eggs,
Men-servants in a family,
  Care mostly for their legs!"

Oh! Tommy was quite rated high
  By all the children fair.
He pardon begged, and quick did fly
  To run both here and there.

       *       *       *       *       *

Now mind and do as you are bid,
  Or you'll come in for blame;
And never let your joy be hid
  Beneath some passing shame.

[Illustration: The Little Bootmaker]

  _Knock, knock, knock! paste, paste, paste!
  Use wax, and thread, and awl each day
  While there's light to work we'll haste,
  For health and time soon pass away._


Young Franky's boots were sent to be mended. The girl came back and said
they would not be done for a week; the cobbler was so busy.

Annie, of the same family, who knew nothing of this, sent hers, and said
they must be done by the next day.

The cobbler said if they brought him two pairs again to do at once, he'd
knock their heads together with his lasts, and then give them a good
"welting." He was the only cobbler in the village, or he would not have
been so independent.

Franky had often watched the boot-maker at his work; so he coaxed his
father to let him have some money to buy tools and leather, in order
that he and his sisters might play at making boots and shoes.

He set to work, and they had such fun!

Annie came and asked young master cobbler what time it was; and Franky
pretended to hit her on the head with a last, and said it had "just
struck one." Then he measured her, and cut out his vamps, sides,
linings, welts, soles, and heels. Next he made a soft-like sock of
leather. This he turned inside out, and did his best to sew on a welt.

The boot was turned out right again, and then he sewed on a thin sole,
and over this nailed another. The heel he formed by fastening little
bits of leather one upon the other.

After all this, he took a piece of common glass, and scraped the sides
and bottoms of the soles, and heel-balled the sides of the soles and
heels, and the boots were made. He did not try any other ornamental
work. Of course the young lad could not do this without the help of a
cobbler, to shew him what and how to do each portion of his boot-making;
but the man was frightened at having so apt a pupil, and begged pardon
for his former neglect; for though they were not all they might have
been; they were boots.

"I see," said he, "if some people neglect their work, there are sure to
be others about who will soon leave them no business to do."

After this, he would sit for quite half a day at his work without going
round to the "Cobbler's Arms." Some people said it was the wax that got
on his seat that made him do it; but I do not think it was.

[Illustration: The Little Gardener]

  _A flower lives, a flower dies,
  And we so stand and fall;
  Some flowers waft scent to the skies,
  And pleasure give to all._


There was no nicer garden in all Surrey than Mr. Woffle's. A funny name
you'll say, but he couldn't help that. One day he came home, and after
first kissing his three children, who were all fairly good ones--you
know what I mean, neither better nor worse than most little children you
and I know--said, the governess, before he went to business, had
mentioned that they had of late attended to their lessons, and he should
be pleased to grant them anything in reason. They all blushed,--Eva, a
soldier's coat colour! James, a light red! and Edwin, a rose-lozenge
hue! The fact was, they had all been saying how they should like to
gather some flowers and have a game at playing at lady and gentleman and

They spoke right out and told their father what was in their minds.

He said "By all means, my dears."

Tom became gardener. You can guess who were the others. A very
gentlemanly one he was, too. Full of nice bows and smiles. As for Eva,
she looked quite the grown lady, and acted so well, that when she put
her hand in her pocket for her purse, Edwin was quite surprised to find
that only threepenny and fourpenny pieces came out of it.

"Now what sort of bouquets would your ladyship like me to cut?" asked
Tom, holding up a very pretty rose before his sister.

"I have consulted his lordship, here," answered, Eva, very grandly, "and
I'll have ten dozen in five minutes, like this one in my hand!"

"I'm pleased, your ladyship," said Tom, respectfully, "that you give me
plenty of time to execute so large an order, or I might not have been
able to have come up with them to time!"

"Oh! great people are never in a hurry," quietly remarked Edwin.

Tom cut all the flowers he knew could be spared from the greenhouse, and
her ladyship and his lordship took them and gave them to a poor girl
whose sick mother wanted some little pleasure; and the girl sold the
flowers for gentlemen's button-holes.

When Mr. Woffles heard all about it, he was very pleased, and kissed the
little Woffles all round. Wasn't it a nice game for rich children to
play at; to do good to poor ones?

[Illustration: The Little Cooks]

  _When children try their best to please,
  It makes them good and kind,
  And gives to those they love some ease,
  And ev'ry comfort find._


Everybody who knew Frank Green, liked him. He was always trying to do
something to make those around him comfortable. His brothers, George and
Edwin, were nice little fellows enough; but Franky, as people loved to
call him, was the favourite. And he was generally so careful in all he
undertook, that his parents let him do nearly everything in reason he

So, one fine morning, when his mother and father were about to start for
the Crystal Palace, Frank, who had been sitting on his thumbs and
thinking very deeply, jumped up all of a sudden and said, (he tried to
speak in an off-hand manner); "I suppose you couldn't say to a minute,
could you, when you'll be back?"

Father laughed, and mother turned aside her head for an instant

"And mother's laughing, too," cried little Edwin. You can see him; but
I'd better introduce them.

1st--Frank: right hand, near oven.

2nd--George: holding bird.

3rd--Edwin: bearing tray and cover.

Now we can go on.

"I know mother's laughing," said Edwin, "because the back of her neck's

Mother kissed him, and said she'd be back at five o'clock, exactly; and
father shook the boys by the hand, and said he'd be home at five, too.

The moment they were gone, Frank beckoned his brothers to him, and said
in whispers;

"Let's ask the cook to give us leave, and then treat mother and father
to a jolly good dinner, and cook it ourselves!"

George clapped his hands with delight, and Edwin danced for a moment or
two quite on his own account.

"Let's have some shrimps and marmalade," said he, about to run out of
the room.

Frank and George laughed at him and told him he might buy some shrimps
for a sauce and the marmalade would do for the pastry. They went to
work, and Frank gave his orders quite like a grand cook. He tried the
cookery book, but, boy as he was, he threw it away in disgust. "For,"
said he, "if you live in one town, you'd have to send to another to get
all the things named in it." They had two nice birds and a joint, and
many other things.

When their parents came home, and saw the table laid out with what the
children had paid for out of their pocket money, they were very pleased;
and, mind, I won't be sure; but I don't think the boys lost anything by
their generosity. One thing I must tell, you as a secret--Edwin nearly
shed a tear when he found he had eaten so much of the meat, which his
money had bought, that he couldn't find room for his marmalade-tart.

[Illustration: The Young Sportsman]

  _A hare runs away,
  And little boys play;
  And girls they have skippers,
  While maidens work slippers._


Henry Downing's father was a gamekeeper; so you will not be surprised to
hear that he was very fond of playing at hunting and shooting.

His dearest friend was little Minnie Warren. He ran up to her one fine
September day, and said, "Oh! Minnie, father has been so kind; he has
given me a hare, and after you and I have had a game at hunting it, I'm
to give it to you, and you're to give it to your mother to jug. There!
what say you to that?"

Minnie _was_ pleased.

It was fun to see how they made believe.

Minnie tied, oh! such a long string to the hare's hind legs, and walked
off a good way; and just as Henry cocked his gun and pretended to fire,
she gave the string a pull, and off she ran, Henry after her.

They played at this till they were quite tired, and then our little
friend at last made a pretence of shooting very carefully; and then
Minnie quite gravely let him come and pick Miss Hare up.

"Now," said Henry, "walk home first and stand at the door with your arms
crossed, and look quite seriously at me when I come up and give it to
you. My gun will be in my left hand, and the hare in the other; so I
shan't be able to take my hat off; but I'll bow twice, and make it up
that way."

He gave it to her; and Mrs. Warren was pleased when her daughter handed
her Henry's gift.

You may be sure he was asked to dine with them when it was cooked.

Minnie said the hare turned out tender, on purpose; and Henry added he
believed he enjoyed the _game_.

Mrs. Warren said it was the knocking about that made it so soft. But it
came out all right, jugged; and with the black currant jelly it was
really,--but there! I dare say you know what it was.

[Illustration: The Little Dauber]

  _Lazy people think they're clever.
  So won't work like common folk;
  But in life they'll prosper never,
  If all's true that I've heard spoke._


Mr Frampton was a fashionable portrait painter; and, one day when he was
out with his wife, young Richard, his son, who was quite a spoiled boy,
fetched in some of his little acquaintances--two young gentlemen and one

"Now," said he, trying to look wise, "Miss Fanny, just stand with
flowers in your hand while I paint you like a grand lady; and one of you
quiz the work as it goes on, and the other pretend to be in raptures
with the portrait."

"Will you write her name under it, when it's done?" asked Bobby Butt,
who was always ready with his fun.

"No," answered Richard, laughingly; "I shall make it a speaking

"Well, I'm glad of that," returned the lady; "for I shouldn't like to be
taken with my mouth shut."

So they went to work.

Richard looked at the lady very sharp, particularly with his right
eye,--you can see him; and Bob took a penny out of his pocket and held
it in front of him as if it were an eye-glass; and Frank put his right
leg out, and bent forward and said every now and then, "To a T!"
"Charming!" "Nature improved!" and other such flatteries.

It was very well to say all this; but the truth must be told: when
Richard had painted the lady's head and neck, he had no more room on the
canvas; and what was done was so ugly, that the subject threw her
bouquet at it. Then Richard sent it back again, at which she boxed his

"It certainly is like nothing in the world," said Bob, putting his hands
before his eyes as he looked at the smudges.

"Of course not," retorted Richard; "it's in the high school of art, and
is not therefore meant to be natural!"

"Oh! that alters the case," said Frank. After a bit they began to throw
the things about, and a terrible mess and rout they made.

When they were quite tired, Richard said, "Now I'll show you all my
toys!" and he was about to go out of the studio to fetch them,--

"Stay where you are!" cried his father, slyly entering. "You have been
spoiling my things, and romping where you have no business; I must set
you a task as a punishment, and your friends must go home at once."

All the boys turned red enough without being painted; and Richard's
father said, quite sternly, "Next time, before you, children, play with,
and destroy property, just ask yourselves how you would like your
playthings meddled with and broken?"

[Illustration: The Busy Bees]

  _Oh! Boys and Girls can useful prove,
  If they will only try;
  And smile and work in some slight groove,
  As well as play or cry._


Little Bob he fetched a board,
  And then began to saw,
And Mary Jane said she'd afford
  Him help to do much more,
    While he used his--saw! saw! saw!

Young Dick he held his mallet high,
  And struck the wedge quite bold,
Until it made the wood quick fly
  Like feathers with no hold,
    Blown by the wind quite--cold! cold! cold!

And John and James sawed up and down,
  John sawed up; James sawed low;
The birds they flew all o'er the town
  To tell the folks these things were so,
      As if they did--know! know! know!

They made some boxes, tops, and hoops,
  They fashioned bowls and chairs,
They sold a thousand million scoops,
  And seven hundred stairs;
      And this Bob--declares! declares! declares!

Eleven hundred sticks they cut,
  And all of them good size;
With a five mile long water-butt,
  "In which to float," Tom cries,
    And "Time," they said--"flies! flies! flies!"

Oh! work and play are very good,
  Work number one, you know;
Play number two has ever stood
  The best in this world's show
    And it should be--so! so! so!

Hence these young children played at work,
  And thus learnt to work well,
And now their duties they ne'er shirk,
  Which is all I've to tell,
    And you to--spell! spell! spell!

Or, maybe, read and then to write,
  Until you know it through;
Which will to you give great delight,
  And mem'ry strengthen too,
    As you ought to--do! do! do!

And, who knows, one day you may give
  Some stories to the young,
To make your name through ages live
  And loud your praises sung.
    Keep your life well--strung! strung! strung!

[Illustration: The Little Soldiers]

  _'Tis said 'That he who fights and runs away
  Is sure to live to fight another day;'
  But better to clear keep of ev'ry brawl,
  And then you'll never have to fight at all._


Robert and Henry Graham were handsome, rich little fellows; but very
fast and fond of imitating. Indeed, they were more like little men than
young boys. And as their parents gave them plenty of pocket-money, they
did many things that otherwise they would not have done. Added to this,
they were spoiled by their father. You see, it's generally 'mother' who
does this; so for a wonder we'll have a change.

Well, one day the two boys went to the family tailor, and Robert said,
very big, "Haw! measure us for two suits of military clothes, officers'
ones, haw! and see that you send home with them at the same time--swords,
muskets, canes, sentry box, tents, and all, haw! necessarythings for
playing at soldiers!"

Now, don't let it slip out of your mind that a bit before this, the
boys' rich uncle had bought them some beautiful sets of boxes of

When the clothes and other things came home, these young fellows,
followed by the dog, which they called their army, dressed themselves,
cleverly set up their tents, and went to work in good earnest. Billy,
the dog, sniffed at the butt of the musket to make quite sure that it
was not loaded. Robert put his glass to his right eye, and having posted
Henry as a sentry, began to officer over, him, commanding him rather
more than his brother liked.

It's not a nice thing to see a soldier cry; but if you look at Harry,
you will find that he feels hurt very much.

"Haw! hem! sir!" roared Robert, "with, haw! the help of my glass I see,
haw! a speck of rust on one of your buttons, haw! as big as the tip of a
fly's eyelash!"

The dog at this set up a howl. The howl called their mother's attention
to the garden, and then she saw them. With a funny smile she took all
their toy soldiers and walked to her children.

"Haw! Pre-sent, Fire!" cried Bob.

"Certainly," said his mother; and almost before they knew what she was
about, all the soldiers were set out, just like two armies, and Mrs.
Graham called the gardener to lay a train of gunpowder, and
called--mimicking Robert--"Present, Fire!" and set fire to it, and there
was heard a tremendous "pop," followed by a "puff," and then; no! there
wasn't a bit of one of all those soldiers and horses left large enough
to make a match of.

The boys began to cry.

"Now," said their mother, "others, you see, can play at soldiers. What
right had you to go to the tailor and order clothes of him! neither I
nor your father gave you permission; I have a great mind to make you go
to school in those soldiers' suits; and nice fun your play fellows would
make of you!"

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