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Title: The Nursery, No. 103, July, 1875. Vol. XVIII. - A Monthly Magazine for Youngest Readers
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No. 103. JULY, 1875. Vol. XVIII
THE NURSERY
_A Monthly Magazine_
FOR YOUNGEST READERS.
BOSTON:
JOHN L. SHOREY, 36 BROMFIELD STREET.
AMERICAN NEWS CO., 119 NASSAU ST., NEW YORK.
NEW-ENGLAND NEWS CO., 41 COURT ST., BOSTON.
CENTRAL NEWS CO., PHILADELPHIA.
WESTERN NEWS CO., CHICAGO.
$1.60 a Year, in advance, Postage included. A single copy, 15 cts.
Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1875, by JOHN L.
SHOREY, in the Office of the Librarian of Congress at Washington.
CONTENTS OF NUMBER ONE HUNDRED AND THREE.
PAGE
THE LOST RABBIT By _Aunt Emma's Niece_ 1
A TUG EXCURSION By _Aunt Nellie_ 3
TIT, TAT, TOE! By _Olive A. Wadsworth_ 5
THE KEEPER PUNISHED By _Uncle Charles_ 7
NEDDY'S SAND-BANK By _S. B. T._ 9
SURF-BATHING AT CONEY ISLAND By _F. H. W._ 13
A FUNNY FACT By _M. A. C._ 14
AN EXCITING SCENE By _Mr. Periwinkle_ 15
'MAKE A PIE' By _Mary's Mamma_ 16
A DRAWING LESSON 17
A BIG DOG By _Bouncer_ 18
THE BUTTERFLY By _Marian Douglas_ 19
THE YOUNG CRITIC By _Arthur Selwyn_ 20
PLAYING HORSE By _A. B. C._ 22
JACK By _A._ 25
A LETTER FROM CALIFORNIA By _Daisy_ 27
THE PARROT WHO PLAYED MASTER By _Victor Bluthgen_ 29
CATSKILL-MOUNTAIN HOUSE By _Anna Livingston_ 31
SLEEPING IN THE SUNSHINE (_Music by Robert Mills_) 32
EDITOR'S PORTFOLIO.
The present number begins the eighteenth half-yearly volume of "The
Nursery;" and we are happy to inform our friends that the magazine was
never so successful as it is to-day. Thus far, we have entered upon
every new volume with an increased circulation. We look for a still
larger increase in the future; for there are thousands and thousands of
children not yet supplied with the work, for whom no other magazine can
take its place. We have something in preparation for coming numbers
which will make the eyes of our little readers sparkle with delight. Now
is the time for canvassers to go to work with a will.
The illustration by Merrill of the "Three Little Culprits" who were kept
after school to study their spelling-lesson, is one of those happy
touches of nature that every one can appreciate. The poem by Miss
Wadsworth is worthy of the picture.
Children who are trying to learn to draw, will be pleased with the
beautiful subject in our present number. By giving half-an-hour a day to
drawing now, they will acquire a facility and a skill that will not only
be of service to them, but a great pleasure to them, all their lives.
If parents or teachers would like to know of two books by the use of
which teaching may be made a pleasure instead of a task to children,
they cannot do better than order "The Easy Book" and "The Beautiful
Book;" the former containing pieces in prose, and the latter, pieces in
verse, and both of them richly and copiously illustrated with
appropriate pictures. These books are published at "The Nursery" office
by John L. Shorey.
Children who enjoy making paper dolls, will find an advertisement at the
end of this number which is worthy of attention.
[Illustration]
THE LOST RABBIT.
Bunny was a little rabbit, the youngest of a large family. His home
was in an old wood, where the trees were very high, and wild-flowers
grew in great abundance. His mother had given him to understand that
he must not stray away from her, lest he should get lost, and not be
able to find her.
But Bunny, like some young children, was self-willed. He thought his
mother was over-careful; and so, one day, when nobody was watching him,
he slipped away from her, and sat down amid the grass, under two high
beech-trees.
He heard his mother calling him, but took no notice of her call. It was
a warm summer day, and he fell asleep. Soon he was startled by the loud
barking of dogs. He woke up, and, oh, how frightened he was!
Luckily for him, the dogs did not come where he lay crouching; for their
masters were shooting birds, not rabbits. Bunny thought the best thing
he could do now was to scamper back to his mother, his brothers and
sisters as fast as he could.
But it was not quite so easy to find them again. No sooner had he got
into the open path than a troop of boys caught sight of him; and at once
there was a volley of stones from their hands. By rare good luck he was
not hit by the stones. But he had not gone many paces farther, when a
man with a gun shot at him. Happily the man missed his aim, and the shot
went into some bushes.
Having escaped this new danger, Bunny leaped swiftly over the high
grass, till he came to the fallen trunk of a tree. Here he hoped to find
his mother; but, ah! there was no trace of her to be seen. Night came
on; and poor Bunny had to lie down all alone and go to sleep.
The next morning it rained heavily; and Bunny crept into the hollow
trunk of the tree, where he could keep warm and dry. But before noon
the sun came out beautifully; and the little rabbit, being very hungry,
ran out.
The first thing he saw was his mother and the rest of the family eating
their dinner. Oh, how glad he was! His mother did not scold him, but
gave him plenty to eat; and he made up his mind, that he never would
run away again from so good a mother.
AUNT EMMA'S NIECE.
[Illustration]
A TUG EXCURSION.
It was just after dinner when papa said, "Put on your hats quickly, and
we will go down to the dock, and perhaps we shall find a tug going out."
Ralph had something beside his hat to put on; for, contrary to mamma's
orders, he had taken off his shoes and stockings. But, with good
Maggie's help, that wrong was speedily righted, and we were soon on our
way to the dock.
There we found the stanch tug "Williams" just ready to leave. We jumped
on board. The ropes were cast off; and a few turns of the wheel took us
out on the broad expanse of Lake Michigan.
How delighted we all were with the beautiful picture there spread out
before us!--the broad blue waters, dotted here and there with white
sails; far away to the right, the smoke arising from a huge steamer on
her way from Chicago to Buffalo; and away, away, straight ahead of us,
two white specks, which Captain Charley told us were the vessels he was
going out for.
A look through the glass proved that the "specks" were _really_ vessels,
and huge ones too. While we were looking and talking, what do you
suppose one of the men brought forward for Ralph's amusement?--A dog?
No. A kitty? No. A parrot? No. I think you will have to give it up. A
bear! Just the cunningest little bear any one ever saw.
He was just about the size of a tan-terrier, and so full of play, that
he got himself into all sorts of shapes, and performed all the antics
imaginable. But the most laughable thing was to see him as a tight-rope
performer. I am sure he outdid any circus actor who ever travelled.
Ralph thought it jolly to play with a live bear. As one would suppose,
the bear was a great pet with all on board the tug. He had always been
handled with kindness; and the captain told us he had never yet bitten
any one.
All this time, we are nearing the vessels we are to tow back. See what a
huge cable is thrown out to join the vessels to the tug. Here we go,
homeward bound.
We must not forget to tell of the nice race we had with the steam barge
"Reitz," and how Ralph shouted when we came out ahead; nor about Ralph's
getting hungry, and going down into the cabin, and making friends with
the cook, and coming up with his pockets full of crackers and cookies,
which were so much better than any he ever ate before.
Don't you think just as we do, that we had a jolly time? Ralph says he
should like to live on board the tug; but I think he would want to come
home every night.
AUNT NELLIE.
[Illustration]
TIT, TAT, TOE!
Tit, tat, toe!
Three in a row!
The heavy schoolroom clock strikes loud and slow.
"Now every little one
May go and take his fun,"
The gentle teacher cries, "for the school is done."
Tit, tat, toe!
All in a row!
Out through the open door the merry children go,
Leaving only three,
Sad as sad can be,--
Wretched little culprits with their Spellers, as you see!
Tit, tat, toe!
Three in a row!--
Billy Bumble, Benny Bell, and little Kitty Coe.
Little Kitty sighs;
Little Benny cries;
And little Billy Bumble pokes his fingers in his eyes.
Tit, tat, toe!
Three in a row!
That's the game they played upon their slate, you know:
The 0's were made by Kate;
The crosses, by her mate;
While Billy kept the tally at the bottom of the slate.
When their class was heard,
They couldn't spell a word:
They put an "i" in burly, and they put a "u" in bird!
So, according to the rule,
They must study after school,
Or by and by they'll have to sit upon the dunce's stool.
Tit, tat, toe!
Three in a row!
The teacher's pencil taps on the desk broad and low.
"Now come," she says, "and spell;
I'm sure you'll do it well;
By the brightening of your faces, I readily can tell."
Tit, tat, toe!
Three in a row!
Straight to the teacher's desk the willing children go:
They say their lesson o'er,
Not missing as before,
Then fly away, determined to be idle never more.
Tit, tat, toe!
Three in a row!
Is a fascinating pastime the little people know;
But oh! it never pays
To walk in folly's ways;
For pleasure quickly passes, while pain much longer stays.
OLIVE A. WADSWORTH.
THE KEEPER PUNISHED.
Elephants, when kindly treated, become very much attached to their
keepers, and will obey their orders as readily as good children obey
their parents.
But sometimes the keepers are cruel men, and, instead of managing the
elephants by kindness, will goad them, and treat them badly.
One day a new keeper was set over an elephant named Tippoo, that had
been accustomed to good treatment. This new keeper, if he had been wise,
would have won the elephant's love by kindness.
Instead of that, the man kept thrusting his goad at the elephant, and
hurting him without any good cause. Tippoo bore it patiently for some
time; but at last, with his great trunk seizing his tormentor, he ran
with him down to the river that was near by.
Here, after ducking the man several times in the water, he laid him down
gently on the dry ground, as much as to say, "Now, sir, behave yourself,
and treat me like a gentleman, or I will give you a worse ducking than
that."
Finding that Tippoo was not to be trifled with, the man began to treat
him well, and the elephant soon forgave him, and at last grew quite fond
of him. Love wins love.
UNCLE CHARLES.
[Illustration: THE KEEPER PUNISHED.]
NEDDY'S SAND-BANK.
On lovely summer afternoons, when the sky is blue, and the sea bluer, I
take my books or work, and go out to sit under a great oak-tree that
stands at the top of a sand-bank, which slopes gently down to a broad,
white, beach.
[Illustration]
This sand-bank is a wonderful place for the children. Every fine day
Neddy takes his box of playthings, and marches off to the sand-bank; and
I think, as I kiss his dear rosy cheeks, what a nice, clean boy he is in
his linen blouse, broad-brimmed hat with blue ribbons, white stockings,
and neat buttoned boots. He returns after a few hours, looking like a
little savage.
"Just fit to go into the wash-tub," Dinah says; and she is right.
What do they play on the sand-bank? I will tell you what they did
yesterday, while I sat under the oak-tree and worked, and listened to
their prattle.
"Let's build cities to-day," said Tommy Abbott. "Oh, yes!" said Jamie
Newton. "I will build Boston," chimed in Neddy: "I don't know much about
other places." After each had selected a city to build, they were silent
for some time.
But by and by Neddy looked up, and called to me, "Oh, do come down here,
mamma, and see my Boston!" So I climbed down the bank to visit his city.
He had scooped a hole in the sand, lined it with clay, filled it with
sea-water, and stocked it with his shining tin fish. Of course I knew at
once this was the pond on Boston Common.
[Illustration]
Jamie Newton, who studies geography, and knows all about great cities
everywhere, made a model Philadelphia, with its long, wide streets.
Jamie's streets were so clean, and so beautifully shaded with sprigs of
evergreen, that Mary Whitman said her grandest doll, Arabella Rosetta,
should take a nice ride through them. So Rosetta was set up in her
carriage, and one tucked the crimson afghan about her dainty feet, while
another opened her _very best_ sky-blue parasol, (for Rosetta is
particular about her complexion), and Mary put on her hat with the blue
plumes, and pink roses, smoothed down her flounces, and said, "Be a good
girl, Rosy. Don't stay out after dark, for the dew will spoil your
clothes."
[Illustration]
By and by it grew late. The sun sank down into the sea; while the moon,
broad and full, rose from behind the hill; and I said, "Come, Neddy, we
must run home to tea."
But Tommy Abbott, who had built a most wonderful Chicago, begged for a
match to burn his city with. So the children gathered a heap of sticks
and dry leaves; and Tommy set fire to the pile, and up and away flamed
the beautiful city. Then we all went up to the hotel together, and very
soon tea was ready; and it was a wonderful thing to see how the children
disposed of bread and milk, baked sweet apples, and gingerbread.
After we went up to our room, I wrote this story, and read it to Neddy.
How his eyes sparkled with delight! "It's just as true as I live, every
word of it," he said as I finished.
[Illustration]
"But, mamma, you forgot little Rose Ellsworth's town. She made a real
hill, and covered it with grass, and dotted it all over with violets;
and Daisy lent her a cow from her 'Noah's Ark;' and we made it stand up
under a tree, and, if it had only whisked its tail, it would have looked
almost alive.
"I think, mamma," he continued, "that Rose is the nicest little girl
here. I've painted her picture in my album."
So I was not surprised, while looking over Neddy's pictures, to see that
he had wasted a great deal of paint in trying to display Rose's pink
cheeks and lovely golden hair: He had painted her cheeks redder than the
reddest cherries you ever saw.
S. B. T.
[Illustration]
SURF-BATHING AT CONEY ISLAND.
Coney Island, about eight miles from the city of New York, is four and a
half miles long and about half a mile in width. It is quite a resort in
summer for those who want to breathe the briny air of the ocean.
Charles and Laura had long been promised a visit to this famous
bathing-place, and one warm day in June their father drove them down to
the island; for there is a bridge connecting it with the main land.
As they drove along the beach, they saw the bathers in the water, and
Charles was very desirous of having a dip in the salt sea himself; but
he had no bathing-dress, and so he had to give it up.
It is very pleasant on a fine day in summer to stand on the beach, and
watch the waves as they come foaming up. The children were much
entertained at seeing a Newfoundland dog rush into the water after a
stick which his master would throw far out.
They will long remember their pleasant visit to Coney Island; but the
next time they go, they mean to take their bathing-dresses and have a
swim.
F. H. W.
[Illustration]
A FUNNY FACT.
Taddy Pole and Polly Wogg
Lived together in a bog:
Here you see the very pool
Where they went to swimming-school.
[Illustration]
By and by (it's true, but strange)
O'er them came a wondrous change:
Here you have them on a log,
Each a most decided frog.
M. A. C.
AN EXCITING SCENE.
Early last spring, Mistress Jenny Wren took possession of the little box
nailed to a tree immediately in front of Mr. Philip's house. She had not
really moved in, when who should peep in but Mr. English-Sparrow.
He was abroad house hunting, and never mistrusted that any one had got
this house before him. He was thinking how well it would suit himself
and mate, when _whir-r-r-r_! _whir-r-r-r_! up came Mrs. Jenny; and
before he could offer a word of excuse, she began with, "Fie, fie! I
took you for a gentleman! What business have you here?"
"My dear madam," began Mr. Sparrow; but Jenny would not hear him. "Out,
out with you, you saucebox, you interloper!" she screamed; and she
dashed at him and pecked him till he beat a speedy retreat.
The next day, however, he came round again; whether to express his
regrets in due form, or to buy her off, I cannot say; but Mrs. Jenny was
unwilling to accept anything but the most humble apology.
One look convinced her that he didn't want her pardon, but her house;
and out she flew at his very eyes, and on she chased as far as Mr.
Philip, who was sitting at the window, could see. But Mr. Sparrow was
seen no more.
I knew Jenny Wren was spirited; but I should hardly have thought that of
her; should you!
MR. PERIWINKLE.
"MAKE A PIE."
The summer before our Mary was two years old, she and her brother used
to make pies in the sand, cutting them out with the cover of a little
tin pail, always using water to mix them, if they could obtain it.
About this time, Bertie was learning,--
"Little drops of water, little grains of sand,
Make the mighty ocean, and the pleasant land."
One day, Mary thought she would say it with him, so she began,--
"Little drops of water, little grains of sand,
Make _a pie_."
"Make the mighty ocean, Mary," said her brother.
"No, _make a pie_," said Mary; and she could not be induced to say it
right till months afterwards.
MARY'S MAMMA.
[Illustration: From SIR EDWIN LANDSEER'S painting. In outline by
MR. HARRISON WEIR, as a drawing lesson. VOL. XVIII.--No. 1]
A BIG DOG.
I am a big dog, and my name is Bouncer. I want to tell you, little boys
and girls, how I spend my time all the day long. In the morning I am
always the first one awake: I take a walk around the house, and see if
every thing is right; then, perhaps, I am let into the house. I look
from one to another to see if all the family are at home; and I am much
pleased when somebody has a good word for me, or when I get a pull from
the baby's hand.
For breakfast, the kitten and I have the leavings from the table; but
there never is half enough for both of us: so I let her clean out the
platter, while I run to see my master off. When I get as far as the
gate, he says, "Go back!" I sit down and watch him till he is out of
sight.
Then there comes the milkman. I know him well; for he comes every
morning and fills the can, and I watch it until it is taken in. Perhaps,
when the door is open, a bone is thrown out to me. I hide it, quickly;
for I see another dog coming. He is a friend of mine. He comes quite
often to see me. We take a run around the house, and have a quiet talk
together; then he takes himself off.
By that time I hear a team coming. I run to see if it is coming to the
house. It is a man with a load of coal. I lie down and watch him.
Perhaps I take a nap; but I sleep with one eye open; and if it is warm,
and the flies trouble me, I have to switch my tail to keep them off.
Toward night, I station myself at the gate to watch for my master. I run
to meet him. He pats me on the head, and says, "Good Bouncer!" I jump up
and wag my tail, and try to let him know how glad I am to see him.
I hope you will be pleased with these extracts from the diary of
BOUNCER.
[Illustration]
THE BUTTERFLY.
Again, beside the roadside, blows
The pink, sweet-scented brier-rose;
Its purple head the clover raises;
And all the fields are full of daisies;
And in the sunshine flutters by
A little white-winged butterfly.
From flower to flower I watch him go;
He seems a floating flake of snow:
Now to a milkweed bloom he's clinging;
There on a buttercup he's swinging;
And now he makes a little stop
Upon a scented thistle-top.
Could we change places, he and I,
And I should turn a butterfly,
How gayly, then, I'd hover over
The elder-flowers and tufts of clover!
I'd feast on honey all the day,
With nobody to say me nay.
But, could I only honey eat,
'Twould grow as tiresome as sweet:
The pretty flowers would quickly wither;
And, all day flying hither, thither,
My wings would ache: I'm glad that I
Am not that little butterfly.
MARIAN DOUGLAS.
THE YOUNG CRITIC.
Ernest is five years old; and for three years he has been a subscriber
to "The Nursery," the pictures in which he has enjoyed very much.
Last autumn, his parents took him with them to France. In the great
city of Paris, they had rooms in a boarding-house, where they made
the acquaintance of a young American painter, who had a studio in
the building.
Ernest was such a quiet little fellow, and was so fond of pictures, that
Mr. Norton, the artist, was always glad to see him in his studio; for
Ernest did not trouble him, but would stand looking at the pictures for
a quarter of an hour at a time.
One day, as he stood admiring a painting in which some horses were
represented, he noticed a fault; for Ernest was a judge of horses: he
was himself the owner of one--made of wood. "Look here, Mr. Norton,"
said he, "isn't one of the hind-legs of this horse longer than
the other?"
Mr. Norton left his easel, and came and told Ernest to point out in the
painting what fault he meant. The little fellow did so; and the painter
exclaimed, "Why, you little chip of a critic, you are right as sure as
I'm alive! We must make a painter of you."
[Illustration]
Ernest is not quite old enough yet to decide whether he will make a
painter or a confectioner. The sight of the beautiful candies and cakes
which he has seen in some of the shops, inclines him to the belief that
a confectioner's lot is the more enviable one. He thinks it must be a
charming occupation to make molasses-candy, and be able to eat as much
as he wants. He must live and learn.
ARTHUR SELWYN.
PLAYING HORSE.
Among Ellen's playthings, there is none that pleases her more than the
bright worsted reins which her aunt bought for her at the May fair.
"Reins!--what does a girl do with reins?" I think I hear somebody ask.
Why, she plays horse with them, to be sure. She has a brother Charles.
He is the horse sometimes; and sometimes he is the driver, and Ellen is
the horse. Either way, it is good fun.
One fine June day, her elder brother, Ned, took part in the play. He
said there should be a span of horses. He and Charles would be the
span, and Ellen should drive. "No," said Ellen, "I would rather be one
of the horses."
[Illustration]
So Nelly and Ned were harnessed together, and Charley took the reins.
"Get up!" said he, and away they went. As they crossed the lawn, they
passed a lawn-mower, and the horse Ned shied badly. If he had not had
such a steady horse as Nell by his side, there might have been an
accident.
As it was, Charles held him in with a tight rein, and the two horses
came trotting back to the starting-point at full speed. If Charles had
had a watch to time them by, I think he would have found that they made
a mile in less than three minutes.
A. B. C.
[Illustration]
[Illustration]
JACK.
Jack was not a handsome dog. His best friends could not call him a
beauty; but as he was a very wise, good dog, we were all very fond
of him.
One afternoon, some of the younger members of the family were sitting on
the piazza, waiting for papa, who was expected home on the five-o'clock
train. Jack was lying beside them.
At last, the whistle sounded in the distance; and the little
four-year-old "flower of the family" said, "Run, Jack, to meet papa at
the station." Jack looked up, listened intently for a moment, and then
lay down again with a sigh of disappointment.
"Oh, what a lazy fellow!" said six-year-old Annie. "If mamma would only
trust us to go to the station, we would not wait, or play sleepy." But
the train passed on, and papa had not come.
In a little while, another whistle sounded; and this time, without a
word of command, Jack sprung off the steps, dashed down the street, and
returned in a few moments, escorting his master.
How did Jack know that the time-table had been changed that day, and a
freight-train had taken the place of his master's train?
Another time, an uncle, who was visiting the family, had occasion to
stay in town until the last train. Jack refused to be shut up, and, at
eleven o'clock at night, went in the dark to the station, and escorted
our guest up to the house.
How did he know what train to meet? and what instinct impelled him to
do his part towards keeping up the courtesy of the family?
[Illustration: ST. PAUL'S CATHEDRAL, LONDON.]
[Illustration]
A LETTER FROM CALIFORNIA.
Here we are in Santa Cruz, in a hotel right on the beach. We had such a
lovely stage-ride over the mountains, and enjoyed the mountain air so
much, that I was almost sorry when we arrived. I wish you could see the
great madroña-trees on the mountains with their dark-red wood and
beautiful green leaves. I do not believe you have any Eastern trees so
beautiful.
On the top of the Santa Cruz mountains, where we stopped to water the
horses, there is a little house, and while we waited there, out from the
house came a man whose face was all scarred and seamed. After we drove
away, the stage-driver told us that the man was a hunter, known as
"Mountain Charley," and that his scars were made by a grisly-bear.
Well, we have now been at Santa Cruz a week, and I have had a good time.
Every morning we go in bathing. It is a funny sight to see everybody
racing down into the waves, and catching hold of a big rope that is
stretched from the shore a good distance into the water. The undertow
here is so strong, that it is not safe to venture away from the rope.
Yesterday we all went to Moore's Beach to have a "clam-bake." We rode in
a big wagon; and the first thing we did, when we got to the beach, was
to pull off our shoes and stockings, and wade in the water. Papa and
Uncle John dug the clams; while the rest of us ran about hunting for
sea-urchins and shells.
As soon as the clams were boiled, we sat down on the beach, and unpacked
the lunch-baskets. Oh, how hungry we were! and how good every thing
tasted.
There was one lady in the party, who sat up high on the rocks, with her
kid gloves on, and her sunshade over her, while the rest of us were
running about with bare feet, and skirts tucked up. But at lunch-time
she came down from her high place, and I saw her eating clams with as
good a relish as any of us.
Next week we are going to Pescadero, and, perhaps, I will write to you
again from there.
DAISY.
[Illustration]
[Illustration]
THE PARROT WHO PLAYED THE MASTER.
A STORY WITH A MORAL.
The master of the house had gone out on business. As he shut the door,
the parrot, whose place was on a perch in the room, thought to himself,
"Hi! Now I am master in this house, and I'll let people know it."
He thereupon threw his head proudly on one side, and spread himself in
a very pompous manner; then, as he had seen his master do, broke the
finest rose from the bush, and put the stem in his bill; then looked at
his gay-colored coat in the glass, and felt as grand as a born nobleman.
Near by, on the rug, two dogs, Ami and Finette, lay asleep. They were
well-trained, obedient dogs, clean-limbed and civil, expert in many
clever tricks, but not quite a match for the parrot in cleverness
and cunning.
As soon as the latter spied them, he cried out, imitating his master's
tones, "Finette, attention! Ami, make ready!" Whereupon Ami stood up on
his hind-legs, straight as a sentinel; while Finette hurried up,
expecting to have something thrown for him to bring back.
There stood and stood the poor simpletons, steadfastly looking up, while
Master Poll cried sternly all the while, "Ami, make ready! Finette,
attention!" Finette became almost wild with eagerness; and poor Ami
could hardly stand on his hind-legs any longer.
At last the master came home, and put an end to the torture of the
poor dogs.
The moral of my story is this: whenever a simpleton puts on airs and
plays the master, there are always other simpletons ready to obey
his commands.
VICTOR BLUTHGEN.
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