paves the way for more and better standard stories of reality, that our little children may not only revel in the events of a delightfully impossible world, but may also feel the thrill of heroism and poetry bound up in the common service of mother and father, of servants and neighbors, and find the threads of gold which may be woven into the warp and woof of daily intercourse with other little children who possess a common stock of privileges and duties, joys and sorrows.

PATTY SMITH HILL.
Louisville, Kentucky.

CONTENTS

Johnnie Jones and the Cookie

When Johnnie Jones Was Lost

Mother's Story of the Princess and Her Pigeon

Johnnie Jones and the Squirrel

Johnnie Jones and the Peach Preserves

How the Children Helped Tom and Sarah

Johnnie Jones's Story of the Stars

Johnnie Jones and Jack

Stiggins

When Johnnie Jones was a Santa Claus

An Original Valentine

When Johnnie Jones was a Cry-Baby

Johnnie Jones and the Man Who Cried "Wolf" too Often

Johnnie Jones's Birthday Party

The Sleeping Beauty

Johnnie Jones and the Butterfly

Mr. and Mrs. Bird and the Baby Birds

The Coming of Little Brother

Little Brother and Johnnie Jones

Elizabeth with the Children

Johnnie Jones and the Hoop-Rolling Club

The Fire at Johnnie Jones's House

Johnnie Jones and Fanny

Fanny and Little Brother

When Johnnie Jones Learned to Swim

INDEX OF ILLUSTRATIONS

Johnnie Jones

Max wagged his tail and began to trot home—

Such a merry time as the children had!

Each child came up and shook Jack's paw—

When he spread his wings and flew away—

Then Johnnie Jones was the proudest, happiest little boy—

The little brown pony would eat out of their hands

Johnnie Jones and the Cookie

One day, when Johnnie Jones was a wee little boy, only three years old, Mother came home from down town. Johnnie Jones ran to meet her. "Mother dear, didn't you bring me something?" he asked.

"Yes, indeed," answered Mother, and she gave him something tied up in a paper bag. "Be careful," she told him, "or it will break."

So Johnnie Jones was careful as he untied the string and opened the bag. When he saw what was inside he was glad he had not broken it, for it was a round yellow cookie with a hole in the centre.

"Thank you, Mother," said Johnnie Jones, and he rolled on his back and kicked up his heels, which meant that he was happy. Then he sat up and began to eat his cookie. It was very good, and tasted as if it had