Part 3
TINY HARE AND THE WIND BALL 173 By A. L. Sykes HOW TINY HARE MET CAT 176 By A. L. Sykes THE WEE HARE AND THE RED FIRE 179 By A. L. Sykes THE GOOD KING 182 By Margaret and Clarence Weed EARLY AND LATE 184 By W. S. Reed THE LITTLE PINK PIG AND THE BIG ROAD 185 By Jasmine Stone Van Dresser JUGGERJOOK 188 By L. Frank Baum WHAT YOU BURYING, A BONE 194 THE LITTLE GRAY KITTEN 194 By Mary Lawrence Turnbull PUSSY'S WHEELS 197 By Annie W. McCullough THE SMALL GRAY MOUSE 198 By Nathan Haskell Dole THE RABBIT, THE TURTLE, AND THE OWL 200 HOMES 201 By Annie W. McCullough MEAL-TIME IN THE BEAR-PITS AT THE ZOO 202 By I. W. Taben THE FINE GOOD SHOW 204 By Jessie Wright Whitcomb GAY AND SPY 208 THE BALLAD OF A RUNAWAY DONKEY 212 By Emilie Poulsson THE THREE BEARS 220 THE LITTLE BEAR'S STORY 221 By C. F. Holder THE HARE AND THE HEDGEHOG 224 By The Brothers Grimm THE WEE ROBIN'S CHRISTMAS SONG 226 A Scotch Story, attributed to Robert Burns Adapted by Jennie Ellis Burdick THE FOX 228 THREE COMPANIONS 229 By Dinah Maria Mulock-Craik "'FRAID CAT!" 230 By Frank Munro THE SPIDER AND THE FLY 231 By Mary Howitt
#EVERY-DAY VERSES#
A LITTLE GENTLEMAN 233 By Alden Arthur Knipe TIME FOR EVERYTHING 233 By Alden Arthur Knipe UMBRELLAS AND RUBBERS 234 By Alden Arthur Knipe WHISPERING IN SCHOOL 234 By Alden Arthur Knipe RECESS 235 By Alden Arthur Knipe AFTER SCHOOL 235 By Alden Arthur Knipe MONDAY'S LESSONS 235 By Alden Arthur Knipe AT DINNER 236 By Alden Arthur Knipe VALOR 237 By Lucy Fitch Perkins A DOMESTIC TRAGEDY 238 By Lucy Fitch Perkins THE CAPITALIST 239 By Lucy Fitch Perkins IN MERRY ENGLAND 240 By Lucy Fitch Perkins THE GOOSE GIRL 241 By Lucy Fitch Perkins THE PHILOSOPHER 242 By Lucy Fitch Perkins THIRSTY FLOWERS 243 By Alden Arthur Knipe SHARING WITH OTHERS 243 By Alden Arthur Knipe POCKETS 244 By Alden Arthur Knipe WAITING FOR DINNER 244 By Alden Arthur Knipe THE CRITIC 245 By Lucy Fitch Perkins DIPLOMACY 246 By Lucy Fitch Perkins IF I WERE QUEEN 247 By Lucy Fitch Perkins THOUGHTS IN CHURCH 248 By Lucy Fitch Perkins
#THE DAYS OF THE WEEK#
THIS IS THE WAY 249 DAYS OF BIRTH 250 THE WASHING 250 SOLOMON GRUNDY 250 BABY'S PLAY DAYS 250 WHICH DO YOU CHOOSE? 251 SEVEN LITTLE MICE 251 By Stella George Stern VISITING 252 LITTLE TOMMY'S MONDAY MORNING 252 By Tudor Jenks ST. SATURDAY 254 By Henry Johnstone
#NUMBER RHYMES#
1, 2, 3, 4, 5 255 OVER IN THE MEADOW 255 By Olive A. Wadsworth COUNTING APPLE-SEEDS 256 TWINS 257 By Lucy Fitch Perkins THE RHYME OF TEN LITTLE RABBITS 258 By Kate N. Mytinger IN JULY 260 By A. S. Webber THE WISH OF PRISCILLA PENELOPE POWERS 262 By Mrs. John T. Van Sant WINKELMAN VON WINKEL 262 By Clara Odell Lyon TEN LITTLE COOKIES 263 OUR BABY 263 LONG TIME AGO 264 By Elizabeth Prentiss BUCKLE MY SHOE 264
#STORIES FOR LITTLE GIRLS#
A PAIR OF GLOVES 265 By H. G. Duryée A VERY LITTLE STORY OF A VERY LITTLE GIRL 268 By Alice E. Allen EDITH'S TEA PARTY 269 By Lois Walters REBECCA 271 By Eleanor Piatt DOROTHEA'S SCHOOL GIFTS 272 By Eunice Ward THE LOST MONEY 276 By Bolton Hall A DUTCH TREAT 277 By Amy B. Johnson THE JINGLE OF THE LITTLE JAP 283 By Isabel Eccleston Mackay THE SEVENTH BIRTHDAY OF THE LITTLE COUSIN FROM CONSTANTINOPLE 284 By Emma C. Dowd LITTLE RED RIDING-HOOD 286 Retold from Grimm DOLLY'S DOCTOR 288 THUMBELINA 288 By Hans Christian Andersen THE FOX AND THE LITTLE RED HEN 294 THE SHOEMAKER AND THE LITTLE ELVES 294 By The Brothers Grimm THE GINGERBREAD BOY 296
#STORIES FOR LITTLE BOYS#
MISCHIEF 297 By Rosamond Upham WILLIE AND HIS DOG DIVER 299 By H. N. Powers GORDON'S TOY CASTLE ON THE HILL 300 By Everett Wilson HANS THE INNOCENT 302 Written and Illustrated by M. I. Wood A REAL LITTLE BOY BLUE 304 By Caroline S. Allen TRAVELS OF A FOX 306 Adapted by Cecilia Farwell OEYVIND AND MARIT 308
#HAPPY DAYS#
WHAT THE CAT AND HEN DID 313 By Alice Ralston DOT'S BIRTHDAY CAKE 316 NED AND ROVER AND JACK 317 I HAD A LITTLE KITTEN 318 HOW POLLY HAD HER PICTURE TAKEN 319 By Everett Wilson IDLE BEN 321 THE HOLE IN THE CANNA-BED 321 By Isabel Gordon Curtis THE CONCEITED MOUSE 323 By Ella Foster Case
#RHYMES CONCERNING MOTHER#
A BOY'S MOTHER 325 By James Whitcomb Riley MOTHER 325 By Rose Fyleman THE GOODEST MOTHER 325 MOTHER'S WAY 326 By Carrie Williams WHO IS IT? 326 By Ethel M. Kelley MY DEAREST IS A LADY 327 By Miriam S. Clark HOW MANY LUMPS? 327 WHEN MOTHER GOES AWAY 328 By Clara Odell Lyon AN OLD SONG--"THERE'S NO PLACE LIKE HOME!" 328 By Blanche Elizabeth Wade
#UNCLES AND AUNTS AND OTHER RELATIVES#
GRANDMOTHER'S MEMORIES 329 By Helen A. Byrom GREAT-AUNT LUCY LEE 330 By Cora Walker Hayes OUR VISITORS 334 By Isabel Lyndall BEAUTIFUL GRANDMAMMA 338 THANKSGIVING DAY 340 By Lydia Maria Child GRANDMA'S MINUET 340 AUNT JAN 341 By Norman Gale AFTER TEA 342
#AMUSING ALPHABETS#
TINGLE, TANGLE TITMOUSE 343 AN ENGLISH ALPHABET 344 NONSENSE ALPHABET 346 PAST HISTORY 348 By Edward Lear THE APPLE PIE 351 WHO'S WHO IN THE ZOO 352 By Carolyn Wells A WAS AN ARCHER 357 A LITTLE FOLKS' ALPHABET 358 By Carolyn Wells CHILD HEALTH ALPHABET 360 By Mrs. Frederick Peterson HERE'S A, B, C, D 363 OUR STORIES 364
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#FATHER PLAYS AND MOTHER PLAYS#
BABY'S TEN LITTLE LIVE PLAYTHINGS BY J. K. BARRY
These ten little live playthings can be held in every baby's hand, five in one and five in the other and be the baby ever so poor yet he always has these ten playthings because, you know, he brings them with him.
But all babies do not know how to play with them. They find out for themselves a good many ways of playing with them but here are some of the ways that a baby I used to know got amusement out of his.
The very first was the play called "Ta-ra-chese" (Ta-rar-cheese). It is a Dutch word and there was a little song about it all in Dutch. This is the way the baby I knew would play it when he was a tiny little fellow.
His Mamma would hold her hand up and move it gently around this way (Fig. 1) singing "Ta-ra-chese, ta-ra-chese!" Baby would look and watch awhile, and presently his little hand would begin to move and five little playthings would begin the play--dear, sweet little chubby pink fingers--for I think you have guessed these are every baby's playthings.
How glad Mamma is to find that her baby has learned his first lesson!
Then he must learn, "Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake Baker's man," (Fig. 2) and "How big is baby?" "_So Big!_"
And here are some other ways by which a little sister's fingers may amuse the baby.
"This the church and this is the steeple, Open the gates--there are all the good people." (Fig. 3)
"Chimney sweep--Oho! oho! Chimney sweep!" (Fig. 4)
"Put your finger in the bird's nest. The bird isn't home." (Fig. 5)
And then when the little finger is poked in, a sly pinch is given by a hidden thumb and baby is told, "The birdie has just come home!" But you mustn't pinch hard, of course, just enough to make baby laugh at being caught.
And then there is the play of "Two men sawing wood--one little boy picking up chips." (Fig. 6) The two finger men are moved up and down and the little boy finger works busily.
Everybody knows the rhyming finger-play:
"Here's my Father's knives and forks, (Fig. 7) "Here's my Mother's table, (Fig. 8) "Here's my Sister's looking-glass, (Fig. 9) "And here's the baby's cradle." (Fig. 10)
Another play is a little act in which three persons are supposed to take part, and it has come down from the old times of long ago.
The middle finger is the Friar. Those on each side of him touch each other and make the door, the little finger is the Lady and the thumb is the Page. (Fig. 11)
The Friar knocks at the door.
_Friar._ "Knock, Knock, Knock!"
_Page._ "Somebody knocks at the door! Somebody knocks at the door!"
_Lady._ "Who is it? Who is it?"
_Page._ (Going to door) "Who is it? Who is it?"
_Friar._ "A Friar, a Friar."
_Page._ "A Friar, Ma'am, a Friar, Ma'am."
_Lady._ "What does he want? What does he want?"
_Page._ "What do you want, Sir? What do you want, Sir?"
_Friar._ "I want to come in. I want to come in."
_Page._ "He wants to come in, Ma'am. He wants to come in."
_Lady._ "Let him walk in. Let him walk in."
_Page._ "Will you walk in, Sir? Will you walk in?"
So in he pops and takes a seat.
When each player is supposed to speak he or she must move gently, bending forward and back and when the Friar is invited to enter, the door must open only just far enough to let him "pop in."
These are only some of the plays with which the baby I knew used to be amused; but they will suggest others to parents and older brothers and sisters. The baby cannot make all of these things himself but he will be quite as much interested when they are made by older hands.
MONDAY
Here's a little wash bench, Here's a little tub. Here's a little scrubbing-board, And here's the way to rub. Here's a little cake of soap, Here's a dipper new. Here's a basket wide & deep, And here are clothes-pins two. Here's the line away up high, Here's the clothes all flying. Here's the sun so warm & bright, And now the washing's drying. Edith Goodyear.
Finger Play.
By Edith Goodyear.
The little space 'twixt fingers & thumbs Is round as a circle you see! While in there, a tiny square Shows corners four to me.
Circles are like daisies while, Like pennies, candies and plates, Like Grandma's cookies and pumpkin pies; And best of all, the pretty blue In Baby's laughing eyes.
The square makes me think of the rug where he sits On the nursery floor at play; Of the lawn where he rolls in the sunshine bright, And the dainty spread that covers his bed When he's fast asleep at night.
COUNTING THE FINGERS
This is the thumb, you see; This finger shakes the tree; And then this finger comes up; And this one eats the plums up; This little one, says he, "I'll tell of you, you'll see!"
That one is the thumb; And this one wants a plum; This one says, "Where do they grow?" This one says, "Come with me--I know." But this little one, he says, "I will not go near the place! I don't like such naughty ways."
Now, I think that through and through Little Finger's right--don't you?
This one fell in the water, And this one helped him ashore, And this one put him into bed, And this one covered him o'er; And then, in walks this noisy little chap, And wakes him up once more.
This one walked out into the wood, And caught a little hare; And this one took and carried it home, For he thought it dainty fare; And this one came and cooked it up With sauces rich and rare; And this one laid the table out, And did the plates prepare; And this little fellow the keeper told What the others were doing there.
AN OLD NORSE FINGER PLAY
Thicken man, build the barn, Thinner man, spool the yarn, Longen man, stir the brew, Gowden man, make a shoe, Littlen man, all for you!
BABY'S TOES
Dear little bare feet, Dimpled and white, In your long nightgown Wrapped for the night.
Come, let me count all Your queer little toes, Pink as the heart Of a shell or a rose.
One is a lady That sits in the sun; Two is a baby, And three is a nun.
Four is a lily With innocent breast; And five is a birdie Asleep on her nest.
"BABY'S TOES"
BY EDITH A. BENTLEY
Five little piggie wiggies Standing in a row, We always have to toddle Where the baby wants to go; Up-stairs and down-stairs, Indoors and out, We're always close together And we never fall out.
_Chorus:_ Father-Pig and Mother-Pig, And Big-Brother Pig, And Sister-Pig, and darling little Baby Piggie-Wig!
Oh, sometimes we are all tied up In a bag so tight. This is when the baby goes "To sleepy-bye" at night. Then there's nothing else to do But cuddle down and rest-- Just as little birdies cuddle In their little nest.
_Chorus:_ Father-Pig and Mother-Pig And Big-Brother Pig, And Sister-Pig, and darling little Baby Piggie-Wig!
THIS IS THE WAY MY FINGERS STAND
_To the tune of "Here We Go Round the Mulberry Bush."_
This is the way my fingers stand, Fingers stand, fingers stand, This is the way my fingers stand, So early in the morning.
This is the way I fold my hand, Fold my hand, fold my hand, This is the way I fold my hand, So early in the morning.
This is the way they dance about, Dance about, dance about, This is the way they dance about, So early in the morning.
This is the way they go to rest, Go to rest, go to rest, This is the way they go to rest, So early in the morning.
THUMBKIN, POINTER
Thumbkin, Pointer, Middleman big, Sillyman, Weeman, rig-a-jig-jig.
NAMING THE FINGERS[A]
BY LAURA E. RICHARDS
This is little Tommy Thumb, Round and smooth as any plum. This is busy Peter Pointer: Surely he's a double-jointer. This is mighty Toby Tall, He's the biggest one of all. This is dainty Reuben Ring: He's too fine for anything. And this little wee one, maybe, Is the pretty Finger-baby.
All the five we've counted now, Busy fingers in a row. Every finger knows the way How to work and how to play; Yet together work they best, Each one helping all the rest.
[A] _From "Songs and Music of Froebel's Mother Play"; used by permission of the publishers, D. Appleton & Company._
ROBERT BARNS
Robert Barns, fellow fine, Can you shoe this horse of mine, So that I may cut a shine? Yes, good sir, and that I can, As well as any other man; There a nail, and here a prod, And now, good sir, your horse is shod.
"SHALL I, OH! SHALL I?"
A little boy and a little girl Lived in an alley; Said the little boy to the little girl, "Shall I, oh! shall I?"
Said the little girl to the little boy, "What will you do?" Said the little boy to the little girl, "I will kiss you."
(_As the last words are sung, the mother kisses the little one in the folds of the neck._)
JACK, BE NIMBLE
Jack, be nimble, Jack, be quick; (_Jack is one hand walking along on its fore- and middle-fingers._)
Jack, jump over The candlestick. (_Fist closed; uplifted thumb for candle. Jack jumps over it._)
TWO LITTLE HANDS
Two little hands so soft and white, This is the left--this is the right. Five little fingers stand on each, So I can hold a plum or a peach. But if I should grow as old as you Lots of little things these hands can do.
PAT A CAKE
Pat a cake, pat a cake, baker's man. So I do, master, as fast as I can. Pat it, and prick it, and mark it with T, And then it will serve for Tommy and me.
CLAP YOUR HANDS
Baby, Baby, clap your hands! Where London's built, there London stands. And there's a bed in London Town, On which my Baby shall lie down.
THE BIRD'S NEST
_A Froebel Finger Play_
Here upon the leaves at rest A little bird has built her nest. Two tiny eggs within she's laid, And many days beside them stayed. Now she's happy; listen well! Two baby birds break through the shell. Don't you hear them? "Peep! peep! peep! We love you, mother. Cheep! cheep! cheep!"
TWO LITTLE BLACKBIRDS
There were two blackbirds sitting on a hill, (_Little pieces of paper perched on forefingers._) One named Jack, the other named Jill. Fly away, Jack; fly away, Jill. (_Fingers soar gently in the air._) Come again, Jack; come again, Jill. (_Fingers fly back._)
MASTER SMITH
Is Master Smith within? Yes, that he is. Can he set a shoe? Ay, marry, two. Here a nail, and there a nail, Tick--tack--too.
LITTLE ROBIN REDBREAST
Little Robin Redbreast Sat upon a rail, (_Right hand extended in shape of a bird is poised on extended forefinger of left hand._) Niddle noddle went his head, And waggle went his tail. (_Little finger of right hand waggles from side to side._)
GREETING
Good little Mother, How do you do? Dear strong "Daddy," Glad to see you! Big tall Brother, Pleased you are here. Kind little Sister, You need not fear, Glad welcome we'll give you, And Babykins, too. Yes, Babykins, How do you do?
A PLAY FOR THE ARMS
Pump, pump, pump, Water, water, come; Here a rush, there a gush, Done, done, done.
THE LITTLE WINDOW
_A Froebel Finger Play_
Look, my dear, at this window clear. See how the light shines through in here. If you would always see the light, Keep your heart's window clean and bright.
SING A SONG OF SIXPENCE
Sing a song of sixpence, A pocket full of rye; Four-and-twenty blackbirds Baked in a pie; When the pie was opened The birds began to sing; Was not that a dainty dish To set before the King?
The King was in his counting-house, Counting out his money; The Queen was in the parlor, Eating bread and honey; The maid was in the garden Hanging out the clothes; When up came a blackbird And nipped off her nose. (_At this line somebody's nose gets nipped._)
THE PIGEON HOUSE
_A Froebel Finger Play_
Now I'm going to open my pigeon-house door. The pigeons fly out to the light, Straight to the meadows so pleasant they soar, And flutter about with delight. But at evening they'll all come home at last, And the door of the house I'll then shut fast.
SAID THIS LITTLE FAIRY
Said this little fairy, "I'm as thirsty as can be." Said this little fairy, "I'm hungry, too, dear me!" Said this little fairy, "Who'll tell us where to go?" Said this little fairy, "I'm sure that I don't know." Said this little fairy, "Let's brew some dewdrop tea." So they sipped it and ate honey beneath the maple tree.
A BURROWING GAME
See the little mousie, creeping up the stair, Looking for a warm nest--there, oh, there! (_Mother's fingers creep up the body, and finally fumble in baby's neck._)
PAT A CAKE
_A Froebel Finger Play_
Baby, would you like to make For yourself a little cake? Pat it gently, smooth it down. Baker says: "Now, in to brown; Bring it here, baby dear, While the oven fire burns clear." "Baker, see, here is my cake; Bake it well for baby's sake." "In the oven, right deep down, Here the cake will soon get brown."
A KNEE GAME
What do I see? Baby's knee. Tickily, tickily, tic, tac, tee. One for a penny, two for a pound; Tickily, tickily, round and round.
A FOOT PLAY
Up, down--up, down. One foot up and one foot down, All the way to London town. Tra la la la la la.
PUTTING THE FINGERS TO SLEEP