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NIM-AND CUM; = 0 5% WONDER-HEAD STORIES, - 25
CHUCKLE-DE-DUM, - : - : 32
CHECKERBERRY TOES, - : : 58
SOMETHING FUNNY, - = : : 76
THE OLD GRAY DUCK, - : : 85
A RIDE TO FROST-LAND, - : - 96
LETTER FROM NEW BABEL, : : 11r
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NIM AND CUM
‘Riddle-me, riddle-me ree! Pr’aps you can’t tell me what this may be.
Two lofty, vague figures loomed up above one of the highest peaks of the Alleghany mountains. One was called Nim, that was the man;
the other was Cum, that was the
woman. Cum said to Nim: ‘I am very warm hurrying all
the way from the Atlantic coast,
give me your hat,’ and she took Nim’s hat and began to fan her- self furiously.
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There was a large city at the
foot of the mountain, and when
Cum began to fan herself all the
people said: ‘How the wind blows! See
those thunder-caps on the top of
the mountain. I believe we are
going to have a thunder-shower or a hurricane.’
Then a newspaper man ran to
his office and wrote a report of a
terrible gale that had sprung up
and was blowing off the roofs of
houses and the tops of chimneys;
but before he had finished the paragraph, the wind suddenly -
ceased.
When Cum stopped fanning her-
self, she said:
‘Nim, I’m thirsty.
Nim kindly offered to get her
some water, and he reached up
NIM AND CUM It
and took down the Big Dipper from the sky where it always hangs pointing to the North Star; and moving away a little, he dip- ped it into Lake Superior and
brought a nice cool draught to Cum, who drank all she wanted
and then threw the rest out and handed the Dipper back to Nim, who hung it up in the sky in its usual place. When Cum emptied the Dipper,
the people in the city at the foot of the mountain said:
“How it rains! It pours, see it
pour! we shall have a flood.’ Then the newspaper man ran as
fast as he could to his office, and
wrote: ‘It is raining heavily; peo- ple are in great fear of a terrible freshet.’
But before he had finished the
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item, Nim and Cum were rested
and had moved away from the mountain; and as they had noth-
ing in particular to do, they con- cluded to take a little foot bath in Niagara Falls, so they each
put down one foot at a time under
the largest cataract and took a
good spray bath. They felt cool
and light after this, so they up
and away, and chased each other
over lakes and mountains and
rivers and prairies until they were fairly tired out, and then they
stopped on a peak of the Rocky
Mountains and took a good long
rest. After a while Nim said:
‘T believe I will go a-fishing.’ ‘Where's your rod?’ asked Cum.
‘TI will show you,’ said Nim; and he stepped up to the North Pole,
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and taking hold of it firmly, wig- gled it a little and out it came. Then he seized it, and with a few strides reached the Equator, and there he unwound the equinoctial line and tied it tothe pole. Then he went back and showed Cum his nice rod and line with great pride.
‘But,’ said he, ‘I am still minus a hook.’
“Why won’t this do?’ asked ‘Cum, and she just pulled the me- ridian of longitude she was sitting on, right out, bent it into the shape
of a fish-hook, and handed it to Nim, who tied it on his line.
When Nim took out the North Pole and unwound and took away the equinoctial line, and when Cum pulled out the meridian of longi-
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tude, the people in the cities down
below felt a jar and exclaimed:
‘It is an earthquake, a fearful
earthquake!’
And the newspaper man hurried
to his office and wrote:
‘There have been remarkable
meteorological disturbances for an
hour past, and tremors of the
earth that are without doubt an
earthquake.’
By this time, Nim had cast his
line into the Pacific Ocean. After
waiting a while for a bite, he found
his hook was entangled in some-
thing, and he tried in vain to get
it free. Cum said:
‘Maybe it is a leviathan.’
‘No,’ said Nim, ‘I know levia-
thans and their tricks and their
manners, and they don’t act like
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this,’ and he gave a little jerk, and up flopped a fine large ocean steamer.
‘Pshaw,’ said Nim, ‘it is noth- ing but a few sticks stuck together, —some child’s toy,’ and he set down the steamer very carefully on the coast of San Francisco.
Then all the people in the city ran about the streets calling out:
“Here’s a wreck! a wreck! a wreck! a wreck of a large and beautiful steamer! Struck by light- ning! See the hole where it was struck!’
But the crew and passengers, who were all safe, said it was not lightning that had struck them, but that they had been drawn up by a water spout or something and carried along through the air and
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then had been left as mysteriously
as they had been taken. And the
newspaper man wrote it all down in his paper.
Nim did not fish any more. Cum
said she thought there was a kind
of wobbling motion of the earth, and that she believed it was be- cause the North Pole was out. So
Nim put it back, while Cum care- fully restored the meridian of longitude to its place, and then
she helped Nim tie the equinoctial line around the equator where it belonged.
Just as they had finished doing this, Cum saw hanging over the
Cape Verde Islands a beautiful
rainbow, and she said to Nim:
‘How would such a scarf as that become me?’
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Nim answered, ‘We will see,’ and he reached out his hand and took the rainbow, and threw it over Cum’s shoulders, and kissed her.
The man of the newspaper in the city below wrote:
“A wonderful display of clouds and rainbow were seen yesterday, and a peculiar reverberation in the air indicated an electrical storm in the clouds.’
But before the people read this, Nim and Cum had stepped over the ocean and the Mediterranean Sea, and sitting down near Mt. Vesuvius, they both said they were tired and hungry,
“Well, what will you have?’ said Nim.
Cum said she did not see any-
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thing around there that she cared
for, and then Nim asked how
Ursa Major would do, broiled over
the crater.
‘You might try it,’ answered
Cum.
So Nim made an exertion and trapped the Great Bear. Then
they broiled it over the crater of
Vesuvius, which was just hot
enough to do it toa turn. It was
rather a heavy meal, but Cum pre-
tended to enjoy it, and after it was
over she said:
“We ought to have some kind
of dessert.’
Of course Nim thought he could
furnish a dessert, and he at once
reached up his arm, and taking
the Little Dipper he punched some
holes in the bottom of it with the
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‘point of view’ he always carried in his pocket, and then he skimmed
it lightly over the Milky Way and took the cream off; then reaching his hand up to the Frigid Zone, he
took a handful of ice, and crush-
ing it and shaking it up in the Dipper, he had in a few moments
some delicious ice cream, which
Cum enjoyed very much. But it was too hot near the
crater, so they moved off soon
after dinner, and Nim proposed
they should go and see the sun set. So they went westward until they came in sight of the sun actually setting on his nest of years, months, weeks, and days. Nim said:
‘Let us wait here until the sun comes off his nest, for then we shall have a To-morrow.
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They waited, and Nim amused himself dressing Cum in curious and beautiful things. He took the Temperate Zone and put it around her waist for a belt. Immediately, far below in the city, the news- paper man sat down at his desk and wrote:
“We are having singularly hot weather, and we seem to be laps- ing into the Torrid Zone.
Nim then reached up and took one of Saturn’s rings, and putting it on Cum’s forefinger, asked:
“Do you know what that means?” Cum looked down, and blushed
and glowed beautifully. After turning her ring around
on her finger silently for a minute or two, she said, ‘ Yes.’
When she looked up, Nim was
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bending over her, and she arose and they both mounted higher and higher into the heavens, darting here and there in rosy glory.
The newspaper man in the city
below ran to his paper, and wrote:
‘We are having the most glor- ious Aurora Borealis that was ever seen in this latitude, and it
seems in some way related to the remarkable phenomena of rain, and heat, and hurricanes,
and earthquakes we have recently had.’
And Nim and Cum floated on away and away into a higher re- gion, and they danced and they danced until the sun rose from his nest, and To-morrow flew out all fresh and young.
‘Isn’t this funny? said Cum.
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‘This To-morrow that has just
come out of its nest is To-day!’
‘Yes,’ said Nim, ‘ Yesterday, To-
day was To-morrow,’ and he rub-
bed his eyes and said he did not understand it exactly; he felt as if he had lost something.
“You have lost something;’ an- swered Cum; ‘when you reached up and took that ring from Saturn,
I saw you drop Time and Space.’
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WONDER-HEAD STORIES
Once there was an old woman who lived among the mountains in
a valley hollowed out very much in the shape of a bowl, with a notch on one side, where a stream ran out. There was a pretty village in the valley; and the sides of the
hills were green in summer and covered with berries and flowers;
and in the autumn there were hick- ory nuts and chestnuts and butter- nuts, so that the children and
squirrels had a splendid time; and in the winter—oh, the beautiful
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coasting down the sides of those
hills, and the skating on the river!
Well, as I was saying, an old
woman lived among the hills, and
this old woman the children called
Aunt Frity. One cold day in win-
ter Aunt Frity said to the man
Gad, who lived with her:
‘Gad, you may put Skittymist’
(that was the name of her white horse), ‘in the sleigh, Iam going to drive down to see the Fussy
Mussies.’
‘Yes ma’am,’ said Gad.
Pretty soon the horse was at the
door, and Aunt Frity came out of
the house with shaggy gray coat
on, and a tippet and muff, anda
bonnet gay with feathers and lace
and red feather poppies, and as
she got into the sleigh she said to
Gad:
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‘Pull the wolf-skin pretty well
up and tuck it snugly around me, it is very cold.’
Gad answered as usual, ‘ Yes,
ma’am, and handed her fur mit-
tens to her and placed a hot foot-
stone under her feet; then gave
her the lines and off Skittymist
started. Thestring of little bright
bells jingled on the harness, the
tails of the wolf-skin robe bobbed
about Aunt Frity, and her long
gray curls and ribbons flew back
in the wind. She drove fast; it
was smooth sleighing and much of
the way down-hill; and it was so
cold that the wind bit her cheeks,
and stung her nose, and her tippet
was thick with frost where she
breathed.
If the horse slackened his pace
going up hill, Aunt Frity would say:
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‘That’s right, Skittymist, my
beauty, take your time for the
hills,’ and he would prick back his
ears and half turn his head as if
he was saying: ‘I thank you, mad-
am, I intend to.’
But going down hill Aunt Frity
chirruped:
‘Skit, flit, my little Misty, we
must get to the Fussy Mussies be-
fore the sun goes down.’
And Skittymist seemed to under-
stand this too, as he swung his
long tail, and quickened his trot;
and the sleigh bumped along over
ridges and down slopes full as fast
as Aunt Frity wished to go. It
was so cold there was not a bird or
a squirrel to be seen; but a lively
little brook ran so fast the ice
could not freeze up its pleasant
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song, so it was company for Aunt Frity all the way down the moun- tain.
It was just after sunset when Skittymist stopped before the door of the Fussy Mussies. A man came from the porch and took the horse; and Aunt Frity, who was quite stiff with the cold, ran as fast as she could into the house, and
through a long hall, and rapped at the door of the sitting-room where the family usually were. But at this time there was nobody in the room but two little Fussy Mussies,
Wonder-head and Bobberty, and they were running and shouting and rattling their playthings in such a way they could hardly have heard a clap of thunder, much less Aunt Frity’s ta, tap, tap.
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So she opened the door into the
Fussy Mussy room, and _ behold,
all the chairs were in a line in the middle for a train of cars, and the
sofa was pulled around at the end
of them for a locomotive. Wonder-
head was helping, or rather throw-
ing the passengers on board; and
these passengers were a white
woolly dog with a broken nose, a cat, a wooden sheep that had lost
its tail, some dolls of china and
india-rubber with only a head or two among them all, wooden roost-
ers without their tail-feathers, and
cotton rabbits without their ears.
Bobberty was blowing a whistle for the train to start, but Aunt
Frity, being very cold, did not wait
for the train but set up a dreadful
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yelping and barking like a little dog in distress.
This attracted the Fussy Mus- sies; and when they saw who it was, they left the cars and ran to Aunt Frity, who opened her arms and hugged first one and then the other and gave each a great kiss.
Somebody came in and took her
bonnet and muff and satchel, and
then she laid off her coat and sat
down by the stove.
It was not long before Wonder- head came up to her chair and
began to poke her dress away to make room for himself beside her,
and when he was settled he said:
“Tell me a story.’ Aunt Frity laid her hand softly
among the gold-brown shadows of
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the dear Wonder-head, and turned
so that she could look into his
eyes, and asked:
“What shall I tell you about ?’
‘Chuckle -de- dum,’ answered
Wonder-head, and so Aunt Frity
told him what he called—
THE CHUCKLE-DE-DUM STORY.
Peterkin, when he was a little
boy, came to his mother one warm
day toward the end of the month
of May, and said:
“Mother, what do boys do when
the leaves of the maple trees are
about as large as a mouse’s ear ?’
“They hoe in the garden,’ she an-
swered; ‘ They make chicken coops,
run of errands for their mothers,
and study and read a little every
afternoon.’
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‘No szyv, replied Peterkin in a
shocking slangy way, ‘they don’t
do any such thing; they go trout-
fishing. Yes, my dear mother, all
good little boys go trout-fishing when the leaves of the maples are
about as large as a mouse’s ear,’
and then he up with his saucy face and kissed his mother, and added;
‘I have my fishing-rod and tackle all ready, and my shoes and my bas-
ket, and now, mother dear, I want
you to go with me trout-fishing.’
His mother knew why the sly rogue wanted her to go with him
—he wanted her to drive the horse
while he fished down the brook,
and be ready at evening to bring
him home; but she answered :
‘You are very kind, but are you sure I shall not be in your way ?’
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‘Oh, not in the least,—I want
you to go.’
‘Well,’ she said, ‘bring your
horse and your buggy to the door.
I will be ready.’
They hopped into the buggy
and were soon out of the village.
Peterkin was very happy, and
seemed to enjoy every sight and
sound, and pretty soon he said:
‘How many robins there are in
that orchard, and they always
sing this song:
“ Gentlemen jillet,
Scour the skillet.”’
‘Yes,’ his mother answered, ‘I
don’t believe you would sing so
merrily if you had to hop around
as early as they do and get your
own breakfast.’
Peterkin looked around slyly at
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her, and said: ‘Don’t you think the Phebes are regular scolds ?’ Then he imitated their petulant, worried tone, ‘ Phe-e-e-e-be, Phe-
e-e-e-be, Phe-e-e-e-be.’
His mother understood his joke and answered accordingly :
“Yes, to be sure they do seem a little out of patience, but I suppose the little Phebes won’t bring in the
wood when they are told to, and
that they make a fuss about get- ting their arithmetic lessons and writing compositions, and bang the doors and throw their caps on the floor.’
‘O mother, how ridiculous!’
Peterkin exclaimed, and his mother
added :
‘Phebes must work and Phebes must eat,
There’s little to earn, and many to keep.’
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‘Are you making poetry, moth-
er ?’ asked Peterkin.
‘Nothing but a parody, my dear.’
‘What is a parody, mother dear?’
inquired Peterkin.
‘Your dictionary will tell you,’
she answered; and just then Peter-
kin happened to see some lambs
taking their breakfast from their
patient mothers, and the way they
wiggled their tails made them both
laugh heartily.
The road, by and by, led into
woods away from any houses, and
meadows and pastures; and finally
it came upon a brook that gurgled
and rushed over rocks and stones,
and Peterkin stopped the horse
when they came to a deep pool,
and said, standing up in the buggy:
‘What will you bet there isn’t a
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trout right down there in that dark
water by that log ?’
‘Bet, my dear ! is that what you
might. call an elegant way of ad-
dressing your mother ?’
‘Beg your pardon, mother; let
us tie our horse here,’ and Peter-
kin led him to a birch tree and
fastened him, and the horse began
to eat the leaves as if he thought
they were put there on purpose for
his breakfast.
Peterkin put his rod together,
and tied to his line a cunning little
fly made of yellow floss silk and
part of a brown feather called
‘hackle,’ from a rooster’s tail.
Then he put on his fishing shoes,
which had nails driven in the soles
to keep him from slipping on the
wet rocks when he was wading.
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He then went cautiously, so that
the trout should not see him, and
cast his fly on the dark pool by the
rock. It hardly touched the water
before his mother heard a splash
and saw something shine, and
Peterkin called out: ‘I’ve got
him! I’ve got him!’ and some-
thing flopped in the grass at her
feet. Peterkin came and took
from the hook a beautiful trout,
waved with brown on its back, and
speckled with gold on its sides,
with dots of pink here and there
on the shiny white of the under-
side. Peterkin stroked it admir-
ingly, saying as he laid it in some
grass in his basket: ‘Isn’t he a
handsome fellow?’
‘Yes,’ his mother answered, ‘al-
most as pretty as my lilies and
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pinks. But I could not pull upmy
pretty things out of their beds as you do; I leave them to enjoy their own life.’
‘Ah, but you wait till you see my next posy,’ Peterkin proudly answered, not a bit sorry that he
had art enough to draw these “water posies,’ as he called them afterward, jokingly, from their hidden beds; and he went off to
cast his fly again. His mother did not wait to see
what success he had with the next cast, but went up the bank into
the deep woods to a flat rock, and knowing that Peterkin would soon be hungry, she opened the basket that she had brought and began toset a table. That is, she spread
a napkin on the flat rock and put
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on it bread and butter, and cold
meat, and hard-boiled eggs, and
some seed-cakes of which Peter-
kin was very fond. When she had
the table set, she lay down beside
it, with her head on a little pillow
covered with dry moss, and con-
trary to all her intentions she fell
asleep.
She had a whistle tied wit a
string to a buttonhole in her dress
with which she intended to call
Peterkin to dinner. But the wind
whispered softly among the trees.
It was sweet and cool and she was
tired with her ride, so she slept on
and on.
Meanwhile Peterkin had taken
seven beautiful trout, and having
laid them in grass in his. basket so
that they would keep cool and not
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get jammed, and not hearing any whistle for dinner as he expected, he came up to the rock where his mother was asleep. Seeing the table and all the nice things, he
just put the seed-cakes into his pocket and hid the eggs in some moss, and scattered the bread as if
a squirrel or something had _ nib- bled at it; then came close to his
mother, and carefully taking the whistle, blew it long and very loud. ‘This wakened her so suddenly
she sprang to her feet bewildered, and looked around. Peterkin took off his hat and wiped his jolly, fat
face, made a bow, and said:
“Mother dear, I am afraid I waked you rather suddenly.’ When his mother’s eyes rested
on the table, she began to wonder
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what had become of the things.
Peterkin tried to look very grave,
and suggested that there were a
good many chipmucks around, and
he presumed they were fond of
seed-cakes, and he was sure weas-
els were fond of eggs. But his
mother saw the twinkle in his eye,
and she just made him turn his
pockets inside out, and bring the
eggs back, and put the table in
order again.
Then he brought some water in
a leather cup from a spring near
by, and they both sat down to
their rock table and ate with great
appetites, and called their dinner
delicious.
When Peterkin had finished, he
lay down on his back, and looking
up into the tree-tops said :
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‘This is nice; let us be gypsies and always live in the woods.’
While his mouth was open say- ing this, his mother dropped into
it a crumb of cake, just as an old robin feeds her young ones ; then, while he dozed, she watched ants
and spiders and other funny in- sects run and creep around and
sometimes over him. She won- dered what they thought of sucha big boy-mountain lying right in their path, and so she said to Peter- kin:
‘Don’t you suppose this spider that is running over your hair thinks he is in a very thick, dark,
dreadful forest ?’ She thought Peterkin would
spring up at this remark and brush
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off the creature, but he only an-
swered sleepily: ‘Very likely.’ Thenshe added: ‘That daddy-
long-legs seems to be making di-
rectly for your nose; I presume
he thinks it is the Hoosac Tunnel.’
‘Shouldn’t wonder,’ was the lazy
answer.
‘There is a worm about to ex-
plore your ear, my dear ; I suppose
it is the Mammoth Cave.’
‘No, youdon’t,’ exclaimed Peter-
kin, thoroughly aroused at last ;
and jumping up, he brushed him-
self off and gathered up his things
and trudged off towards the brook,
saying as he went:
‘You can drive down the road
and meet me at the farm-house at
the foot of the hill, mother dear.’
‘Very well, don’t fish very late,
WONDER-HEAD STORIES’ 45
my dear,’ his mother answered, and began to gather up the dishes and put them into the basket. When she had it ready, she wan-
dered slowly through the woods, picking the young fern leaves that are covered with down as thick as rabbit’s fur. She found, too, the
nodding dog-tooth violet, and the dainty blue blossoms of Innocence.
After she got to the roadside, and was reaching up to a maple tree to get some of its blood red blossoms, she heard a sweet voice call out: ‘How d’ye do?’
She looked around. startled enough to hear a girl’s voice in this lonely place, and there sitting on a hillock was Hetty Swan, a little neighbor of whom Peterkin and his mother were very fond.
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She had come with her father, who was washing sheep in the brook near by, but she was glad to get an invitation to ride home with Aunt Frity, and after getting permission from her father trotted off toward the carriage, picking checker-ber- ries as she went along.
They untied the horse and he whinnied with delight to have his head turned toward home. They rode slowly along, blowing their whistle once in a while, and Peter- kin answered from the brook which ran down the hill in the woods a little way from the road. After a while the birds began to sing their evening songs, and the cows in the pastures far off ‘mooed’ to go home. Suddenly a horrid kind of noise came from a tree not far off,
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and Hetty started from her seat and whispered :
“What's that ?’ ‘Nothing but a screech-owl, it
won't hurt you,’ said Peterkin’s mother, and then she told her all
about the different kinds of owls,
the cat-owl, the hoot-owl, and the
screech-owl. The sun was quite down when
they came to the farm-house where
they were to wait for Peterkin. The cows were in the barn-yard,
and a girl came out to milk them. She looked smilingly at the two
people in the buggy and they told her what they were waiting for, and she sat down on her milking- stool, while they listened to the quick streams of milk as they struck the bottom of the tin pail,
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and to the foamy sound as the pail began to fill.
‘I wish I could have a cup of milk,’ whispered Hetty.
Peterkin’s mother asked the girl if she would give her some.
‘Yes,’ she answered; ‘if she will
come and squat down here by me.’
So Hetty got out of the buggy and did as she was told.
“Now open your moun said the girl.
Hetty did so, and the girl milked right in her open mouth; then
Hetty laughed, and after she had swallowed said she liked it better
than to drink from a cup, and
wanted more. While she was sit-
ting there with her head thrown
back, her mouth open, and her
eyes shut, Peterkin, who had come
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up and stood surprised a moment ‘to see Hetty there and what was going on, stole carefully behind her, and just as the stream was
coming into her mouth bent down and kissed her, and the milk went
all over both their faces. Then there was a great shout from all, and the cow whisked her tail and stepped almost into the pail, and the girl fell off her stool, and the
horse started to go. The girl called ‘so, so!’ to the cow and
Peterkin’s mother told the horse to ‘Whoa!’ while Peterkin laugh- ing till he could hardly stand, pre- tended to wipe. Hetty’s face. with some of the grass that had covered the trout in the fish-basket.
Finally Peterkin. and Hetty hopped into the buggy, and one
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said, ‘You must sit there,’ and the
other said, ‘You must sit here,’
and it ended by both of them sit- ©
ting down and riding all the way
home in the bottom of the buggy,
with Peterkin’s mother driving
with the whole seat to herself.
When they were seated Peter-
kin looked around into Hetty’s
face and at her pretty curls and
seemed to think she was prettier
than even a trout.
Hetty carried the fishing-rod,
and they chatted together about
everything they saw or heard on
the road; and they tried to count
the different sounds—the evening
chippers of the different birds, the
barking of dogs, the bleating of
sheep, the sounds of wagons and
the voices of people.
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Soon they came to a swamp,
where there seemed to bea million
-of peepers, peeping as fast as they
could.
‘How many frogs do you suppose
there are in that pond, Peterkin?’
asked Hetty.
‘Those are not frogs,’ he an-
swered, ‘that you hear in that
swamp.’
Hetty laughed and said: ‘ What
are they? Birds ?’
Peterkin repeated: ‘They are
not frogs.’
‘May be you think they are
grasshoppers,’ said Hetty.
‘No, I think they are newts,’ Peterkin replied.
‘Newts! What are newts?’ asked
Hetty.
‘They are a kind of lizard, soa
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man told me,’ answered Peterkin,
‘and he said they are the things
that peep in the spring in the
swamps, and that they are not
frogs at all.’
‘Do you believe a word he says?
Hetty asked, turning to Peter-
kin’s mother. She answered: ‘It
is all new-t to me,’ and said she
had read that the peepers were
Hylodes, or what we call tree-
toads, but she thought they had
better hunt in books of Natural
History and find out, before they
went fishing again, what the noisy
little creatures really were.
Then Peterkin said: ‘I will tell
you what frogs really do say,’ and
he puffed out his chin as big as he
could, like a green bull-frog, and
in a deep voice he said:
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‘Chuckle-de-dum, Chuckle-de-dum.
I am emphatically some,
Creation’s culmination come,
Chuckle-de-dum, Chuckle-de-dum.
I poise my head on a lily pad,
And I leisurely leer at the moon,
Chuckle-de-dum, Chuckle-de-dum,
Ke-buck.’
‘When the frog dives into the
water, Hetty, andsays: ‘Ke-buck,’
all the little frogs call out, ‘ Guie,
Gu-i-e, Gu-i-e.’
Hetty was much amused at the
frog-poetry, and she made Peter-
kin repeat it over and over again.
Then she said :
‘I know a kind of frog-song ;’
and when Peterkin urged her to
sing it she did so in a sweet voice:
‘ The owl is abroad, the bat and the toad,
And so is the cat-o-mountain,
The ant and the mole both sit in a hole,
And the frog leaps up at the fountain,’
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By the time she had finished her song they were at her gate, and she jumped out, saying: ‘Good-night, good-night, I don’t believe they are newts, they are frogs.’
Peterkin called back: ‘Newts,’ she answered . louder, ‘Frogs.’ Then he repeated ‘Newts,’ and she ‘Frogs,’ until they got to Peterkin’s home, which was next door to Hetty’s.
Peterkin showed his trout to the family, and like all tired fishermen he ate a hearty supper and hur- ried off to bed, saying as he kissed his mother good-night, ‘Isn’t Hetty Swan a jolly girl, mother dear?’ And he disappeared sing- ing :
‘Chuckle-de-dum, Chuckle-de-dum.’
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When Aunt Frity finished this
story it was time for Wonder-head
to go to bed, so she and his father
made with their four hands what
they called a chair, as children do
at school, and Wonder-head sat on
it as loftily as a little Prince and
they carried him up-stairs to bed.
When Aunt Frity kissed him, he
asked :
‘Did the little Chuckle-de-dums
sit on lily pads?’ The next morning after break-
fast Aunt Frity sat down in a big arm-chair, and took a small
streaked red-and-white stocking
out of her pocket, and began to knit. Wonder-head and Bobberty
ran out into the hall and climbed
up the stairs, and pulled out the
Stair-rods. When their mother
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stopped that mischief, they chased each other into the kitchen around the stove, and were very much in the cook’s way.
But they stopped when a trap was brought in with a frozen squirrel in it, and Wonder-head said:
“O let me see that catamouse!’ Wonder-head’s father used to
tell him stories about bears and wolves and catamounts, so he called any strange animal a ‘ cata- mouse.’ After he got tired of the squirrel, he climbed up to the table where Bridget was skim- ming milk, and once in a while
his fingers slid into the bowl of cream. When Bridget saw that, she dumped him on the floor very suddenly. He gathered himself
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up and seeing the outside door
open, he and Bobberty ran out
on the porch.
There they tried to ride the
black dog, Major, then they played
with three cats that lay in the sun-
shine, and finally found some ici-
cles in awater tank. They threw
them on the floor to see them
break into beautiful bright pieces;
but finally their fingers got as red
as cranberries and began to ache,
and then they came crying into the
house.
Aunt Frity pretended not to
hear them cry and did not give
them a word of pity, but said very briskly :
“Let us pick up all the play- things and throw them into the
rocking carriage, and then sit on
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cushions like Turks, and tell sto- ries.’
So they scrambled up the play- things and threw them into the car- riage, and when it was full, they
drew it into a corner; then they took two cushions from the sofa and put them on the floor, and
crossed their legs as Aunt Frity told them the Turks do. Then she said :
‘T will tell you a story about— about—let me see, about—
CHECKERBERRY TOES.
One time there was a little boy who was very fond of playing by a brook below a steep hill behind his mother’s house. He had a little pail and a shovel, and he used to build dams and houses, and as
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he had no little brothers or sisters he often talked to himself. Some- times he found little snail-shells,
and beetles, and he would play they were sheep or cows, and make pens for them. Then he would
chase butterflies or throw sticks at the little squirrels—not to hurt them, but to see them run.
_ One day in the spring-time, he had his little pail in his hand, and was just stooping down to get a
bright red checkerberry that grew
on a mossy knoll, when a low,
musical laugh, and a rustle as if somebody was near him, made him
start and look all around.
There was nobody in sight, so he stooped down again and hunted
around in the moss; and he was
just about to put his little fingers
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on the checkerberry when there came the same little rustle and funny, low laugh as before. He raised himself up and looked all around in every direction, expect- ing to see a little boy or girl be- hind a bush or tree, but there was
no boy or girl to be seen. He concluded it must be the
brook running over the stones, or some strange kind of bird, and he went to hunting again for the checkerberry; but now it was gone, and he could find nothing of it, al- though he looked under the winter- green leaves and everywhere in the moss. Fora minute his little head was quite bewildered by what had happened, but he spied a spring beauty near by in the corner of the fence, so he ran to it and was just
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looking into the blossom, veined with pink like a little girl’s cheek— he had even got his fingers on the stem, when a merrier laugh than before seemed to come right up from the ground. He looked around again just as he did before, and when he looked back the spring beauty was gone.
He stood a minute like a little boy or girl that has been asleep and remembers their dreams. Then he walked slowly toward the brook, and as he went along look-
ing on the ground two hepaticas like soft, blue eyes seemed to smile at him from among brown, moist
leaves. Then he spoke right out, ‘I will have you, anyhow!’ But
before his fingers touched the stems, such a gay, saucy laughcame
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from—he did not know where, he
was fairly bewildered.
He whispered, ‘I wonder what
it is,’ and then he grew bold and
called out very loud, ‘Boo, who
are you! you can’t catch me!’ He
ran among the elder bushes and
into the corners of the fence, and
around the rocks, but nothing ran
after him and he found nothing
that could laugh.
He stopped running to look at
a splendid orange-colored mush-
room that was shaped like a cap,
and as he bent toward it a yellow
butterfly flew before him. Its
wings had a beautiful border, and
spots like eyes, which seemed to
look right at him, and at the same
time a spider’s web swung out
from a tree and stuck to his hand
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and caught on his eyes, and the sweetest, clearest laugh he had ever heard seemed to come from everything around him. It wasas clear as a flute and as merry as
bells.
Little Wispy now began to run in earnest, and the laugh ran too,
through the elder bushes, up the hill, and down to the brook. Some-
times the laugh floated off on the
air as if it was going away, then
back again it came close to his own giddy little head. Wispy be-
came very hot and tired, and at
last just stopped short and threw
off his cap and said : ‘Laugh if you want to, I don’t
care.’ It was not a minute before he
was lying under some witch-hazel
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bushes on a green hillock. The
soft winds blew over him, a blue-
jay sang in a tree near him, and a
bumble-bee hummed close to his
ear. Hewatched the leaves trem-
ble in the wind and the clouds far
upinthesky. Some poppy leaves
fell on his eyelids; they closed, and
he saw stranger things than he had
ever seen before.
The wind, with forms and faces
of little girls, began to dance
around him, and to play bo-peep,
and to swing around their puffed-
out dresses, and make curtsies to
him. Thenthey shook scarfs over
him full of the odor of violets,
waving and dancing and laughing all the time. As he was watching
them something seemed to come from behind a large tree and stand
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between the great roots near the ground. At first he could hardly tell it from the bark, then he seemed to see a bright orange cap like a mushroom, then the cap ap- peared to be on a head, and the head to have two pretty blue eyes like hepaticas; and as he looked more and more closely, there cer- tainly seemed to be a pretty face there with pink cheeks like spring beauties.
He now looked very eagerly, and he could see the figure had on a silky, gray gown like the bark of birch trees—it was curly, and fringy about the neck and the bot- tom of the dress. What delighted him more than anything was to see, among the moss and vines, little red toes, peeping out, like the
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very checkerberries that had played
such a funny hide-and-seek with
him.
‘It’s you, Checkerberry Toes, I
know you!’ Wispy called out, and
when he said this the little winds
began to puff out their cheeks and
to blow at this little girl, and she
rose up in the air, and as she was
blown along, her bark gown fell
off, and the leaves and vines that
had clung to her, and the mush-
room cap fell from her head and
she settled down at Wispy’s feet,
dressed all in white like a wind- flower; but she had the same pink-
veined cheeks like spring beauties that she had under the tree, and
the same little red checkerberry toes.
Wispy was going to speak to
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her, when she put out her little hand and brushed the poppy-leaves from his eyes. He sprang up as light as a feather, and began to run with the winds, and to blow
Checkerberry Toes about. He soon noticed that all the things around him were prettier and
more curious than anything he ever saw in his life. Hecould see right into the ant-hills and the way the ants build their houses with little pillars and walls; and he saw the food they lay up, and he was
much astonished to learn that some
ants keep a dairy of little creatures called aphides, which they milk,
something as he had seen cows
milked. He saw _ gold-and-blue beetles, and some with white-and-
yellow spots, but he learned for
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the first time that these handsome beetles were as cruel as tigers in getting their food. Besides these, he saw the roads and tunnels that mice and moles make _ under ground; he could come close to moths and butterflies, and found
there were not only wonderful pic- tures but words on their wings. Wispy ran from one thing to an-
other perfectly delighted. Check- erberry Toes went with him and showed him wonderful little eggs, some as clear as pearl, some white like ivory, and some as yellow as gold.
‘What apretty place!’ exclaimed Wispy, ‘I never saw so many pretty things in all my life.’
‘Oh, you haven’t seen anything yet; wait till I show you these
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things I am getting,’ called Check-
erberry Toes, and she brought her
hands full of flowers and leaves,
and they sat down ona rock of
shining crystals to look them over.
‘Oh, see this!’ one would say,
unrolling fern leaves, or opening
alder-buds, or shaking out birch
tassels, and then the other would
read stories that were written on
these leaves or that were rolled up
in the buds. There were stories
about wind and rain, and dew, and
frost, and snow; there were pic-
tures of fishes and toads and frogs
and turtles—oh, more things than
could be told in a thousand years!
While they were looking at
these things they heard a sound
whir-r-r-r, whir-r-r-r, whir-r-r-r,
and when it came near they looked
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up. There was a beautiful car- riage made of shells and fish-bone, so neatly put together that it rolled along after the little white mice that drew it so fast you could only see it twinkle and it was gone.
“These are the Fays come to dinner,’ said Checkerberry Toes, and she rose and tapped on one of the crystals on the rock.
It opened into a bright circular room. They stepped down some shining steps of crystal, and the light from the dome above softened into red, yellow and violet mist.
There was a round table set in the middle of the room, and little
people in handsome clothes of all colors and very curious forms were
just sitting down to it. There were the wind family, and the Miss
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Dews, and Mr. Jack Frost, and all
his relations, and the lively water-
sprites, old and young, and Father
Graylock had come down from the
mountain in an old-fashioned car-
riage made of moose-wood and
acorns, drawn by two bats. The little Miss Elves had tripped the
whole way on foot. They all sat
down to the table, talking and
laughing, and drank from their
glasses a kind of wine called Daf-
fydown-dilly. Then they had a
soup of frog’s toes, and after that
humming-birds’ eggs boiled, served
with squirrel-corn. Their dessert
was poppy-seeds and honey. While
they were sipping their Daffy-
down-dilly, a band of music began
to play. Wispy looked up to see
where it was, and saw on an ele-
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vated platform a mosquito sound- ing his horn and two blue-bottle flies playing their bag-pipes, anda bumble-bee with his big bass-viol. The music was very lively, and all the Elves and Sprites began to dance, excepting old Father Gray- lock, who lay down on a lounge stuffed with thistle-down, covered
himself with a spider's web, and
went to sleep.
The winds danced as if they were crazy, the Water Sprites waltzed to and fro in excellent time, and the Fays were lively and graceful. Checkerberry Toes whirled Wispy round and round, and made his feet go so fast they could not be seen at all. Faster and faster they went, everything began to whirl, the gauze dresses
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flirted before him, the tassels
shook, the fine dust of flowers and
their odors blinded and choked
him. He fixed his eyes on Check-
erberry Toes to make her stop,
but she looked at him with eyes
growing brighter and brighter; she
seemed to come nearer and nearer,
and to grow thinner and thinner.
Wispy felt that he was going to
lose her, and he clung to her, but
faster and faster she flew, thinner
and thinner she grew, and her eyes
began to burn right into his eyes.
Then he cried out with all his
strength, ‘Checkerberry Toes!’
and in an instant elves and fairies
were all gone, and Wispy lay with
large wondering eyes under the
witch-hazel bushes looking through
the leaves at the sun.
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When Aunt Frity had finished this long story she found Bobberty
was fast asleep, and Wonder-head
had pulled all the needles out of the red-and-white stocking that
she had laid down while she was talking, so she knewthey had both had a good time. The next day
at table Wonder-head poured the milk from his silver cup into his plate, and began to paddle in it with his spoon. His mamma told
him not to, but he did not stop. “Wonder - head, Wonder - head,’
she said, ‘you must not do so. I shall take your plate away if you don’t stop!’ and she took hold of it.
Then he began to scream and cry, and to get very red in the face, and he kicked and made allthe
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noise he could. Aunt Frity called him a ‘Storm Child,’ and said:
“You ought to go and live with mad waters in the sea, or with crazy winds in caves.’
This made Wonder-head think about stories and it was not more than a minute before his blue eyes shone through his tears and he said in the sweetest voice: ‘Tell me a story.’
So they ran into the parlor, Aunt Frity lay on the sofa and Wonder-
head climbed and curled down behind her with his hands in his lap, and his eyes full of wonder about the story he was going to hear this time. Aunt Frity said:
‘Now I am going to tell you — tell you — let me see — tell you—
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SOMETHING FUNNY,’
I knew three children once who. lived on the high bank of a river; two of them were boys, the oldest and youngest, but the sister always played with them, the same as if she had been a boy. They slept in an attic chamber in a little tower, and stairs led up to it from below, where their parents slept. One morning their mother was awakened very early by a great stir in the attic, and she could hear
Flurry, the dear little Flurry, say- ing:
“Don’t make a noise, Tumblety. There, see, I’ve got on one boot for you.’
Then the older brother said:
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‘Keep still, you'll wake papa and mamma.’
‘Sh-sh-sh, —here’s your sack,’ whispered Flurry.
‘Did I scratch you? Never mind, don’t cry,’ said Jock, the oldest
brother, and added, ‘Oh, hush,
there go all my marbles,’ when
there was a great rolling and hunt- ing, and then Flurry said: ‘Don’t let us pick them up now, here are the stairs; don’t fall, Tumblety.’
Jock led the way down and it
was just light enough for mamma
to see first one booted little foot,
then another, then dim outlines of
little bodies and curly heads, as
they tip-toed, and stumbled, and
halted, and whispered, and helped
Tumblety from one stair to an-
other, until they got down the last
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one. They stole carefully through
the chamber and then went into
the hall and down another flight
of stairs, and again they had a
good deal of trouble in getting fat little Tumblety from one stair to
another. Their mother could hear
Flurry say:
‘There you are most down, step
softly, down-y-daisy; you don’t cry,
do you, Tumblety?’
‘You'll see what I’ve got,’ said Jock. Then they went through
the sitting-room, and what they
said could no longer be heard, only
there were more stumblings on
the kitchen stairs into the base-
ment, where the cook was just making a fire.
Papa, who had heard all this,
said: ‘ Little witches,’ and went to
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sleep again, but mamma lay awake
wondering where the ‘little witches’ could be going so early.
It was too dark to go to the barn to feed Fanny, the horse, or
to hunt hens’ nests, or to make
mud-pies in the hollow, or to sail boats in the brook, or to go to the
shop to see the blacksmith strike
sparks from the red-hot iron, or
up to the swamp for berries.
Where could they have gone?
Mamma lay thinking and think-
ing, but although she was anxious
about them, she was glad she did
not ask them where they were go- ing; she liked to have them enjoy
their little secret, for she did not
believe it was anything bad.
By and byit became light enough
to get up. Mamma began to dress
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herself, then a great noise arose
from the kitchen, and there was
hurrying of little feet up the stairs,
and the dog was following them,
and one child called ‘Mamma,’ and
another ‘Papa,’ and another push- ing up the stairs faster called out, ‘You can’t guess what!’ and then there was a strife to see which
should get into the room first, and
then they all exclaimed at once:
“Oh, we have got such a bi-i-g!’ The dog Logan here pushed in
among them, and wagged his tail
against Tumblety, and pushed him
down, and stepped on Mamma’s clean collar with his muddy feet, and came near frisking papa’s
watch off the stand, and there was
a general scramble, and among it
all Flurry kept calling:
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“Come down and see it, papa! Oh, it is such a big !— Down, Lo-
gan!’ And then there was a clat- tering toward the door, and the
dog, children, papa and mamma, all tumbled along down stairs to- gether.
The children’s boots were wet,
and their clothes were drabbled up to their knees, and Logan was all mud; it was evident they had been in the grass and near the river. They kept talking alto- gether:
‘When we found the—
Oh, I was so frightened!’
‘“Tumblety ran like everything and kept falling down,’ said Flurry. ‘I saw it was all twisted around the log, and Flurry was afraid to touch it, and—
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‘So were you afraid, Jock. Oh, Logan, get away!’
‘There, papa!’ Out of the kitchen door they all
pushed, followed by the cook, Bridget, with a fork in her hand.
Before the kitchen door, around a -
large elm tree, a long fish-line was wound, a rod lay on the ground, and on the end of the line there was—
‘Oh, mamma, isn’t it—’
‘ Be-s they always wigglin’ their- selves that way?’ asked Bridget.
“Well done,’ said papa.
“Is it possible ?? said mamma. “We run fas’ we could,’ said
Tumblety. ‘It was twisted around the log
in the edge of the water. I bet Flurry was afraid when she saw
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me untwist it,’ said Jock again,
proudly.
‘Well, so were you afraid, when
you dragged it up the hill,’ said
Flurry, ‘it flopped; O, papa, you ought to see it flop!’
‘Brave little fishermen,’ said
mamma.
‘An’ sure, I’d be afraid to be
meddlin’ with such a craither,’ said
Bridget.
‘Jock, did run, didn’t you Jock?’
hinted Flurry.
‘Well, I didn’t scream or fall
down,’ answered Jock.
‘Big eel, papa, isn’t it?’
They measured the eel, and it
was three feet long.
The Fussy Mussies had a great
many questions to ask about the
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eel, whether it was as big as a ‘“Catamouse,’ whether it had teeth
and could bite, and what Jock did with it. Aunt Frity told them everything she knew about it, then got a book that had pictures of fishes in it and showed them the picture of an eel. Wonder-head did not like the looks of it; he
doubled up his little fist and said: ‘If a old eel comes to bite me,
P’H—T’ll shoot him’ (Wonder-head had a little pop-gun), ‘and I’ll bang him.’ Here he was very fierce and began to thrust his hands toward the picture as if it was a terrible live thing. After they got through looking at the pictures the Fussy Mussies went off to play, and Aunt Frity took a nap. In the evening after the
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lamps were lighted, Aunt Frity got
a piece of paper and made pictures
for Wonder-head, and one of them
was a picture of a duck. When
she had drawn it she asked the
Fussy Mussies if they would like
a story about
THE OLD GRAY DUCK.
Once I lived in a cottage on the
shore of a beautiful lake. In the morning, when the farmer went to
the barn to feed the horses and
milk the cows, and to give the lit-
tle red-and-white calf its break-
fast, I used to take a big pan of
meal-and-water and go out in the
yard near the barn and call: ‘ Bid-
dy, Biddy, Biddy—here Biddy,
Biddy, Biddy,’ and in a minute
hens and ducks came running and
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flying toward me to get their breakfast.
There were black hens, and
white hens, and speckled hens,
and hens with top-nots, and ban- tams, and shanghais, some pretty,
some ugly, and I knew every one of them, and had different names
for them. There was Mary Jane, a nice speckled hen, and Polly, a
little white bantam; Eugenie was a black Spanish hen, and there
were any number of common hon-
est biddies, that were called Thank-
ful, and Patience, and Delight, and
Finis, and such names. A splen- did rooster with a magnificent red comb and long sweeping tail-feath- ers I called Ulysses. The ducks, too, had each a name; a slow old
drake was Uncle Sam, and one that
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had a handsome purple-and-green neck was named Shoddy.
There was one large, gray, sim- ple-minded old duck, and she was Mrs. Boffin. Mrs. Boffin became very irregular at her meals. I asked the farmer about it and he said she was ‘setting,’ and that if I looked back of the barn near the pond I should see her nest. So
after my breakfast I walked along by the bank of a brook until I
came to the pond, and there I found
Mrs. Boffin under the shade of a
large oak tree near the pond. It was a pretty place fora calm and reflective mind like Mrs. Boffin’s.
She could hear the ‘chip, chip, chip,’ of the squirrels that ran up
and down the tree under which she sat, and the birds and the tinkle
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of the brook, and the waving of
the trees, all the long summer day.
There could not be a nicer place
for Mrs. Boffin’s nest but for one thing—she had some bad neigh-
bors, very bad neighbors indeed;
not chatty, playful neighbors like the squirrels; not gay neighbors
like the birds; but dismal neigh- bors that were hardly ever seen, but yet were always on the watch for Mrs. Boffin. Whenever she left her nest to get something to eat, or to take a swim inthe pond,
they sneaked out of their holes and around her nest to suck her eggs, and she even feared they would get hold of her and kill her,
and eat her all up but her feathers
and toes.
These neighbors had coarse
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black-and-white hair, and long,
meddlesome - looking noses, but
their eyes were pleasant, and their
teeth were very white and regular, and they had handsome bushy
tails. If they had been friendly
and well-mannered nobody would
have found fault with their coarse
hair or their noses, but they were
not friendly, and their manners
were bad, very bad. They did
not come out honestly in the day-
time to get their living, but stole
out slyly inthe dark, and ate eggs,
‘and killed chickens and sometimes
large hens and ducks, and then
crept back to their houses in the
ground and kept out of sight as
long as they could.
Mrs. Boffin was almost worried
out of her wits by their dreadful
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habits and unpleasant odor. The farmer and I concluded we must protect her or she would never get her little ducks into the world and bring them off the nest alive.
So we got some boards and stakes and stones, and built a for- tification all around her nest. There was quite a large yard within the outer wall and a large roof over her nest, so that she was safe from rain and out of sight of her enemies. But we had to leave an open place for her to goin and out, and where she could go ‘her bad-smelling neighbors, the Snook- noses could go, so we did not feel at rest about her after all.
Everything, however, went on safely until at last I found, one
day, all her eggs broken, and four
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little downy Boffins cuddling around their mother
For a few days I fed them at
the fort, but they were soon strong
enough to come to the kitchen door, and everything would have been delightful to Mrs. Boffin if it
had not been for those horrid
Snook-noses. There was not a night they did not spoil her rest, and make her almost sic with
their vile behavior.
At last the farmer and I con- cluded we would move Mrs. Boffin and her family to another barn,
off some distance on a hill, and
entirely out of the neighborhood
of the Snook-noses. So we put
old Billy in the wagon and drove
up to the fort, and took Mrs. Boffin
very gently from her nest and put
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her in a bashel-busket and her four little ones carefully beside her, and then put the basket in the wagon and drove them safely to their new home. It was evening and the Boffins did not have a glimpse of the scenery, or much of a view of the barn-yard where we left them in some hay in a corner.
Here comes the funny part of my story. The very next morn- ing as I was standing among my hens and ducks in the yard with my tin pan in my hand, calling them by their names, telling Sarah Jane not to be greedy, and Betsy Ann not to push, and Patience to come forward, what should I see but Mrs. Boffin waddling into the big open gate.
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She looked very tiredand dread- fully cast down, and had only three little ducks with her. That she had come over that strange road, down the hill, through the woods
and over the bridge, astonished me. I suppose she was homesick in the night, and said to the little
Boffins, ‘Qua-a-c-k, qua-a-a-ck,
qua-a-a-a-ck!’ in a low, sad voice,
and they understood her. ‘I don’t like this place, I hate
it; hear those pigs grunt, you never heard such noises at our
fort. I don’t hear any brook here.
What are we to do without a brook
and a pond? Oh, how lonesome
it is! Let us go back, will you,
my little ducks?’ Then I suppose they made an-
swer in little quacks:
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“Yes, mother, go ahead.’
Then I suppose she started, and
what a time she must have had getting through fences, down hills, by strange houses and barns,—oh, she must have been terribly anx- ious! Sometimes she must have looked this way and that, uncer- tain whether she was on the right road; sometimes she must have
tried wrong paths, and I have no
doubt she often fancied the Snook- noses were watching to waylay her
and to eat up her little ones, every
Boffin of them.
It would seem that one of her little ones gave out entirely and probably died on the road, for I never saw it afterward. I suppose it made a feeble little quack which meant:
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‘O mother, I cannot go a step further, not a step; I haven’t a bit of strength left in my legs, and my
bill is so dry I can hardly quack at all, and then most likely he fell and never quacked again.
I suppose Mrs. Boffin waddled
on, sad as it was to leave this lit-
tle one behind, and in order to
keep up the spirits of the rest, she
probably quacked in this lively
manner: “We are most home; don’t you
hear the brook? See, there is one
of our squirrels running up a tree!
and as sure as you live, there is
Aunt Frity! She has got her tin
pan in her hand; let us hurry, and
we can have our breakfast with
the rest.’
It was just as she was saying
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this, probably, that I saw her com-
ing into the gate. For several
days after this, she quacked a good
deal, and I found afterward that
she was making poetry. The walk,
so long and so dangerous, and the
death of her little Boffin had made
her a poetess. And here is some
duck poetry by Mrs. Boffin:
‘Fly, birds, fly,
Into the sky;
Run, brook, run,
It is your fun;
Stray, turkeys, stray, Straggle, straggle,
Gobble, waggle;
But here I stay, Night and day,
Forever by this puddle,
Muddle, muddle;
Glad I’m back, Quack, quack, quack!’
The last day of Aunt Frity’s visit came; it was a splendid bright
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day, so she and the Fussy Mussies went out and ran in the carriage- drive a while, and then went to the stable to see Skittymist. Aunt Frity put Wonder-head and Bob- berty where they could see him, but told them not to follow her, then she went right by Skitty- mist’s heels, up to his fore-legs, and held out her hand saying: ‘Good morning.’
Skittymist lifted up his foot as if to shake hands. Aunt Frity shook hands, and then gave him an apple from her pocket. His great eyes looked very kind and yet a little disappointed, so Aunt Frity ran into the house and got: some lumpsofsugar. These suited Skittymist exactly, and he ate them and rubbed his nose around Aunt
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Frity’s dress for more. He got
only a few pats, and then all went
away to slide down-hill.
Aunt Frity sat down on the sled,
took Bobberty in her lap, and
clasped him tightly with one hand,
and with the other held the lines,
and away they flew—down, down,
down to the bottom of the hill, but
in stopping, over they rolled into
the snow. They hopped up with
their eyes and mouths and coats
and tippets all covered with snow,
and Wonder-head called out from
the top of the hill:
‘Hullo! Hul-lo!’
The next time, Aunt Frity put
Wonder-head on the sled and gave
him the lines, and sent him off
with a gentle push. At first he
went slowly, then faster and faster,
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and at last plump he went into a snow-drift head over heels. Then Aunt Frity called out just as he did from the top of the hill:
“Hullo! Hul-lo!’ and Bobberty laughed as loud as he could.
The next time, Aunt Frity took Bobberty in her lap, and Wonder- head sat behind and held on to Aunt Frity’s coat.
This time they had not got half down the hill before the sled slid
around and over they all went; and they got so much snow into their mittens, and leggins, they thought they had had fun enough, and went into the house. Atdinner Aunt Frity said:
‘I must go home this afternoon.’ Wonder-head began to tease to
go with her. Aunt Frity was de-
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lighted, and asked permission to take him. His mother put on his beautiful best coat, and tippet, and
a velvet cap with a red feather set right up in front. They had furs, and shawls, and a hot stove for
their feet. Wonder-head looked very brave when his mother kissed him, and as he drove off with Aunt
Frity, he sat up as straight asa soldier.
The first thing they met was a load of wood with a man sitting high up on the top; they drove carefully by, for they had to turn out into the snow. Soon they crossed a bridge, and Skittymist’s feet clattered over it with an even sound like this:
‘Nelly Bly shuts her eye,
Nelly Bly shuts her eye.’
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After they got over the bridge
they heard the cars coming, and
the engine go ‘Chug, chug, chug,’
and the smoke of its great pipe
rolled off in a long dark line. By- and-by they passed by a little red
sleigh drawn by two black Shet- land ponies; a boy was driving it,
and both seats were filled with boys and girls laughing and _ talk- ing and singing. Then they went
through a village, and up a hill,
and there was not a house to be
seen for a long time. Up, up they
went, as if they were going into
the blue sky. Some white-breasted snow-birds flew around dry stocks
in a field,and Wonder-head said: .
“See the birds!’
Aunt Frity told him they were
hunting for seeds, and said:
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‘When we get home, we will
throw some crumbs around our
door, and put some little bones
where they can find them, and then
you will have a visit from them
every day.’
They saw rabbit tracks in the
snow, and a squirrel flourishing
his plumy tail along a rail fence,
but as they climbed higher up the
hill, it grew stiller and whiter, until
they themselves hardly spoke
above a whisper. The snow that
had fallen the day before, had covered the branches of the pines
and hemlocks, and the laurel
bushes. As they went on, the
snow on the branches changed
into a kind of floss, and lay in feathery crystals one above an-
other, so heavy they bent the
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sprays and branches down almost
to the ground, and made shadows
strange and beautiful. Aunt Frity
stopped to look into this fairy
world, so still and white. She
whispered to Wonder-head:
‘Wouldn’t you like to be a little
Frost elf and live in this fairy
world?’
He did not understand her, but
thought there was something very
solemn about it, and whispered
back: ‘No.’
Then she whispered: ‘Not if
you could have white rabbits and
squirrels to play with, and birds
with white feathers?’
And Wonder-head whispered
again: ‘No.’
‘Not if all the catamouses were
white, and the Chuckle-de-dums?’
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He said ‘No,’ again, and then
Aunt Frity asked in a whisper: ‘“Wouldn’t you be a Frost-fairy
if all the children were white, and
had white hearts and never got angry, and never told lies, and never said wicked words?’
Still Wonder-head whispered ‘No.’
“Wouldn’t you live in Frost-
land if you could have alittle house of white crystals, and white ponies,
and a white cow with pearl horns,
and a white dog, and have your playthings white and a little Frost- sister all perfectly white?’
Wonder-head, who had _ been
very much awed by Aunt Frity’s
hushed voice and the still white place, suddenly looked at her as if he discovered a joke, and
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wrinkled up his funny little nose,
and cried out in a loud voice,
‘Bow wow!’ ‘That's right, you are no Frost-
elf, that’s certain, my spunky little
Wonder-head,’ said Aunt Frity,
laughing heartily, and giving him
a little hug and tucking him a lit-
tle more snugly into the wolf-robe,
for it was growing colder on the
mountain and she drove on ina
very lively trot. Then she said:
‘No, my little Wonder-head can
have a white heart, but it need
not be a frost-heart. He can speak
pure words, but they need not be
frost-words. He can live with
good people, but they need not be
frost-people.’
Wonder-head did not pay much
attention to this speech,— he was
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getting tired and sleepy; so Aunt Frity made a place in her lap
for his head and drove on rap- idly, and it was not long before they got home, where there was a great fuss made over Wonder- head. He was taken out of his wrappings and shown to one and another, and then led to tea in a
room with a bright fire and lamps. He was the little hero of the even- ing for having ridden so far from home, so bravely. When Aunt Frity put him to bed, she kissed
him and said:
‘May the whitest of Fairies give
you white dreams, my Prince of Wonder-heads!’
Wonder-head stayed with Aunt
Frity a week, and was very con-
tented. The day after his arrival,
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Aunt Frity went to the village and bought him a small sled, and bright ribbons and leather fora harness. She had a little bushy- faced Scotch terrier named Not- withstanding (she called him ‘Not,’ generally), and she thought Won- der-head could harness him in the little sled and teach him to draw
it, and it would be great fun. When the harness was done and
put on ‘Not,’ he looked very much interested; but when they hitched him to the sled, he turned roundand
round, and tried to slip out of the
harness, and it was a long time be- fore they could get him forward at
all. They did not whip him, but
coaxed him with a chicken-bone
and candy. ‘Not’ was as fond of
candy as any little boy or girl.
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They taught him at last to draw the sled, but he had sudden fits of
disgust at his new accomplishment, and would sit down every few minutes in a very dogged way, and his eyes twinkled under his shaggy brows and seemed to say:
‘I won't be a horse.’ When Wonder-head got tired
of ‘Not,’ a young girl named Ellen came out of the house in a short dress and high boots and with thick gloves on, and she and
Wonder-head built a fort of snow. Sometimes Ellen would make a snow-manand Wonder-head would stay out and help until his cheeks were as red as cranberries, and
his hands almost frozen. In the house, Ellen contrived a great many things that were very amus-
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ing to Wonder-head. She made little scales, and weighed tiny bags of flour; she shaped little cradles out of egg-shells and bound the edges with pink ribbon; then made tiny bits of dolls out of white cotton, with dots of silk for eyes, and lines of silk for nose and mouth. Then she made little beds for the cradles and laid the babies on them, and set Wonder-head to rocking them.
One day she took him into the
kitchen and let him help her bake
some loaves of bread; they were
about as large as robin’s eggs, and she made some cakes and
pies. She set the table in the
dining-room and put on her doll-
dishes, and invited a little girl,
Addy, to come and take tea with
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Wonder-head. They had ‘Not’
at the table in a high-chair, and a
yellow kitten in another high-chair.
Little napkins were put at each
plate, but Ellen tucked ‘Not’s’
into his silver collar.
They had just begun to eat, and
Ellen had made a pig out of soft
bread and put it on the table, and
they were all laughing at it, when
the door-bell rang. Somebody
came in, Wonder-head looked up
—there was his papa come to carry
him home!
Aunt Frity did not see the Fussy
Mussies after this for a long time.
The snow went off and Aunt Frity
went off. I don’t mean that she
sunk into the ground or floated
off into the sky, but that she went
off in the cars to a large city. One
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day, in a great, lonesome white marble hotel, she wrote this letter to Wonder-head and Bobberty:
New BaBEL, May 1, 1870.
My DEAR Fussy Mussis: Ah, you little rogues! are you
forgetting Aunt Frity? Spring has come, I know, and
you do not need any more stories, for you can be out of doors and see and hear more pleasant things in a minute than I can tell you aboutinaday. You careno more about my old stories than you do about the buzzings of a last year’s fly or a bumble-bee. Well, I don’t blame you! IfI could ridethrough green meadows in a cart, or make
houses in the sand, or wade ina
brook, and have all the sky and
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all the sunshine that you do, little
should I care for stories. But
here in New Babel, Fussy Mussies
have no meadows, no carts to ride
in, no brooks to fish in, no sand-
banks to make houses in, no barns
to climb in, no calves to feed, no
lambs to take care of, no funny
little white pigs, no ducks, no
chickens.
When New Babel Fussy Mus-
sies go out to walk, they have to
walk on flat stones called side-
walks. If they ride, they jar over
round stones pounded into the
ground called pavements. And there are really no soft, green flowery paths for their little feet.
Sometimes Fussy Mussies stop
to look into the windows of flower
stores, at bunches of violets, and at
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roses and japonicas, that have been brought into the city from greenhouses, and they like to see the bright waters of the fountain that plays over them to keep them fresh; but the brook in your mead- ows, with little shiners in it and frogs on its bank, and the dande- lions that shine like spots of gold inthe green grass, are so much prettier than the flower store, you would almost despise the window that New Babel Fussy Mussies stand at so long.
In little places called squares, there is nice green grass, but Fussy Mussies must not walk onit. They can only drive their hoops in the walks, and draw their little carts there; but they generally sit with their nurses on benches and are
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all dressed up in horrid fine
clothes, and I am sure they get
very tired looking at the people
and the carriages and omnibuses
that pass and repass in the streets
all day long like ants around an
ant-hill. In some places a little Fussy
Mussy has to hurry as fast as he
can when he wants to cross the
street, or he will be run over.
Sometimes a horse’s head comes
right up against people, and a man
with a blue coat on and a star on
his breast, who is called a police-
man, takes hold of the horse or
leads the people safely across the
street. Poor little Italian boys go
around with violins, and some-
times a big man with a harp, and
they play very pretty tunes; then
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they pass around a hat for money
and anybody who has a penny
would be ashamed, I should think,
not to give it to the poor strangers
who look so pale and hungry. But the men on your farm going
to the fields with shovels or rakes on their shoulders look so much
happier than these street musi-
cians, I wonder somebody doesn’t
tell them how to go to a good
country farm and work for their
living. But thereis one place almost out
of this great Babel of a city that
is really a lovely place for Fussy
Mussies. It is called Central Park,
and you have to ride beyond all
the stores and churches and houses,
until you see real woods far off,
and begin to feel that you are in
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the country. Ah, but I have not
time to tell you all the things you
will see when you get there! First
you see, if you stop at the en-
trance that most Fussy Mussies
like best, a large building, and
when you come up to it, what do
you guess there isin it and around
it? Maybe you will hear some-
thing growl as you come nearer,
and when you turn into the park,
you. will see a long row of cages.
Bears, wolves, foxes, deer, rac-
coons, zebras, and a camel witha
great hump that looks as if a buf-
falo skin had been folded and laid
on his back; and as you go on and
on, strange little animals from all
parts of the world will keep you
looking and looking and you will
forget their names as I have until
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finally you are glad to hear some-
body say: ‘Here are the mon-
keys!’
The monkeys are in a large
building by themselves; and oh, :
how many there are! And how
they look at you, and make a lit-
tle peeping answer if you talk to
them, and how they jump in and
out of the rings that are hung up
for them to play with, and leap
from their bars, and clim®°up the
ladders as if they were perform-
ing for your admiration! There
are some old mother-monkeys
with babies, and they look very
patient and fond and tired, and
seem proud of their little families
just like human mothers. I heard
of a monkey the other day that
was sent from the Viceroy of Egypt
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to a gentleman in this country as a present. He was a little bit of a fellow about a foot long, and the hair on his head grew up high in a sort of turban shape, and looked
as if it might have been done by a fashionable city hair-dresser. He was a handsome little fellow alto- gether, and was about the color of a maltese cat. One day he got out of the house and ran away. It was in the city, and probably he would never have been found if one of the servants of the house
had not happened to pass through
the street to which he had wan-
dered. She saw some boys throw-
ing sticks and running after some- thing, and when she stopped to
see what it was, lo, and behold!
there was poor Jocko, almost fright-
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ened to death, trying to get away
from the boys and not knowing
which way to go. The girl called
him and reached out her arms and
Jocko ran to her, and he was so
overcome with the fright the boys
had given him, and with joy at
getting away from them, that he
fainted,—yes, he just collapsed and
sunk all away ina faint. And if
I had been there, I should have
sprinkled cologne on his forehead
and treated him just as I would
any nice little lady, and I should
have advised him to always carry
a bottle of hartshorn in his pocket,
and a fan. Yes, monkeys are
very interesting to little Fussy
Mussies, and to big ones, too; and
when you get a little older and
want to know why, read a book
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written by Mr. Darwin and it will
tell you all about it. We go from the room where the
monkeys are, to see the birds.
These are so wonderful and so
beautiful and there are so many, Ican give you no idea of them. Think of eagles, and owls, and
pigeons, and pheasants, of flam-
ingoes as red as fire, of parrots as
green as grass, of storks as white
as snow, of birds as blue as the
sky, of large birds as high as your
head, and of little humming-birds
not bigger than your thumb. It seems to me, I could spend all my life looking at these birds, but we
have to hurry along, for we must
go inside another building to see the lions and tigers and hyenas,
and other animals that are very
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terrible, and I could not help thinking when I saw them, how one would feel to meet them in the street as the servant-girl met poor little Jocko. I guess the fainting would be the other way. I cannot describe any of these creatures to you. I dare say you know more about them than I do
from seeing them in your picture-
books and in menageries, and from
reading about them, or from hear- ing stories.
After we get through with these
animals, we go up-stairs and see a
very large room full of stuffed birds, and glass cases full of but- terflies and moths and _ beetles.
We see all kinds of snakes pre-
served in glass jars, and horrible
boa-constrictors and cobras stuffed;
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we see sharks with their ugly jaws and teeth, and innocent badgers and beavers, and a great many’ other stuffed creatures just as nat- ural as life. In the room above, are curiosities you would not care so much about, they are skeletons of immense animals no longer living on the earth.
After we have seen the curiosi- ties in this large building, we go down-stairs and walk around in nice paths. Fussy Mussies all stop to look at some ostriches that are shut up in a yard and they almost alwayssay: ‘Oh, what funny legs!’ and everyone asks: ‘Don’t they ever have feathers on their legs?’
Now my dear Wonder-head and Bobberty, I must confess I don’t know whether they ever have
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feathers on their legs or not, but these ostriches that I saw had legs as pink and smooth as yours, and I wish you would find out and
tell me if they are always so, or whether these had shed _ their feathers and had not got their new
ones. But how tall they are! They
could not stand up in your parlor, and their necks are so long and
so small, and they stretch them
around in such a queer way, they seem like some squirming kind of
animal distinct from the body. The long, beautiful, fluffy feathers
that ladies wear on their hats, grow
on the back part of the ostrich’s
body and set out like a lady’s short
skirt. His feet look like a hand
in a mitten, with the thumb on the
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outside; it is very ugly, but so strong it is said that one blow will kill a person.
Well now, my little Fussies, we must be going or we shall never see any of the Park but these ani- mals. But where would you like to go first? To the lake to see the swans like great beautiful wa- ter-lilies sitting on the water? Would you like to sail in a boat, or would you like to swing, or see the boys play ball, or the girls play croquet? Oh, this is a wonderful place! What beautiful flowers all along, what handsome carriages and horses and people there are on the roads and walks! What beau- tiful bridges, and arches, and rocks, and grottoes!
Here we can stop at a dairy
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house and drink pure, sweet milk,
and we can have some crackers
or bread, but we will not buy any
candy, because it will spoil our
teeth. Is it not nice to have a
real dairy in a Park? Somebody
must have loved Fussy Mussies
when this dairy was planned.
But what is this? Here is the
nicest thing yet, a real little Fussy
Mussy carriage with two seats, a
real harness, and two large elegant
goats to drive! Yes, you can ride;
you cannot go all over the Park,
‘for that covers miles and miles of ground, but you can drive, and
thatis fun enough. It would take
you days and weeks to see all the
interesting things in Central Park,
and I have hardly begun to tell
you of them, because,—because,—
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I am going to bring you here some
day to see them all yourselves. Yes, that is what Iam going to do.
And now farewell, Wonder-
head and Bobberty, I should rather kiss you this minute than to have a bite out of a banana or.an orange, or from a stick of candy. If, while
Mamma has been reading this long letter, you have fallen asleep, I
kiss you all the same, for to all Fussy Mussies asleep or awake,
summer or winter,
I am lovingly, Aunt Frity.