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قراءة كتاب The Nursery, June 1873, Vol. XIII. A Monthly Magazine for Youngest Readers
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The Nursery, June 1873, Vol. XIII. A Monthly Magazine for Youngest Readers
THE
NURSERY
A Monthly Magazine
For Youngest Readers.
BOSTON:
JOHN L. SHOREY, No. 36 BROMFIELD STREET.
1873.
By JOHN L. SHOREY,
In the Office of the Librarian of Congress at Washington.
Boston:
Rand, Avery, & Co., Stereotypers and Printers.
| IN PROSE. | |
| PAGE. | |
| The Children at Grandmother's | 161 |
| The Flying Wood-Sawyer | 163 |
| Papa's Story | 167 |
| About Bees | 171 |
| Bad Luck | 174 |
| Cherry and Fair Star | 176 |
| About some Indians | 181 |
| Playing Tableaux | 183 |
| Little Mischief | 186 |
IN VERSE. |
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| PAGE. | |
| The Old Blind Man and his Granddaughter | 165 |
| Dixie | 169 |
| The Fat Little Piggies | 178 |
| A Song of Noses | 180 |
| A-Maying | 185 |
| The Seasons | 188 |
THE CHILDREN AT GRANDMOTHER'S.THE CHILDREN AT GRANDMOTHER'S.
HERE was once a grandmother who had fourteen little grandchildren. Some of them were cousins to one another; and some were brothers and sisters. This grandmother lived in an old, old cottage not far from the sea-beach. The cottage had a long sloping roof; and there was an elm-tree in front of it.
One fair day in June, the boys went down to the sea-beach to bathe, and the girls went out on the lawn to play. Some of them thought they would play "hunt the slipper."
But little Emma Darton, who was a cousin to the rest, said, "I promised my mother I would not sit down on the grass: so, if you play 'hunt the slipper,' I must not play with you; for in that game you have to sit."
Then her Cousin Julia replied, "Nonsense, Emma! It is a bright warm day. Don't you see the grass is quite dry? Come, you must not act and talk like an old woman of sixty. Come and join in our game."
But Emma said, "When I make a promise, I always try to keep it. If to do that is to be like an old woman of sixty, then I am glad I am like one."
"You are the oldest-talking little witch I ever knew for a five-year-old," cried Julia. "If you don't look out, you'll not live half your days."
"I think Emma is right," said Marian, another cousin. "So, if you insist on sitting on the grass, Emma and I will go and sit by ourselves on the trunk of the old fallen tree."
But Julia insisted on having her game of "hunt the slipper;" and Emma and Marian went and sat down on the fallen trunk, and looked on while the rest played.
The next day five of grandmother's little visitors did not seem to be well. Some were coughing, and some were sneezing, and some were complaining of pains in their limbs.
"Why, what is the matter with