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The Nursery, July 1873, Vol. XIV. No. 1

The Nursery, July 1873, Vol. XIV. No. 1

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THE

NURSERY

A Monthly Magazine

For Youngest Readers.

VOLUME XIV.


BOSTON:
JOHN L. SHOREY, No. 36, BROMFIELD STREET.
1873.


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Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1873, by
JOHN L. SHOREY,
In the Office of the Librarian of Congress at Washington.





Boston:
Stereotyped and Printed by Rand, Avery, & Co.


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Contents
IN PROSE.
PAGE.
Look out for the Engine 1
How Willy coaxed Edith 3
Works of Art for Children 4
Kit Midge 8
Hettie's Chickens 10
A Schoolboy's Story 12
Clarence at the Menagerie 14
Touch my Chicks if you dare 16
The Catcher caught 18
Edwin's Doves 22
The Little Fortune-Seekers 24
The Little Stepmother 30

IN VERSE.
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My Clothes-Pins 6
Mamma's Boy 11
The Birds and the Pond-Lily 21
A Summer-Day (with music) 32
Decoration


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LOOK OUT FOR THE ENGINE! LOOK OUT FOR THE ENGINE!


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LOOK OUT FOR THE ENGINE!

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ALLY and Bob were making a bonfire in the woods. They had come to spend the whole day, and had brought their dinner in a basket; and Carlo, their little dog, kept watch of it while they gathered sticks and leaves.

They soon had a large pile heaped up in the middle of the road which led through the forest. "For," said Bob, "we must make the fire where it won't do any mischief."

When all was ready, Bob lighted a match, and tucked it under the leaves. Then, getting down on his knees, he puffed and blew with his mouth, until first there rose a tiny stream of smoke; then a little flame crept out; and, in a moment more, the pile was blazing merrily.

The children got some large stones, and sat down on them to warm their hands; for Sally said her nose and fingers were so cold, she was sure Jack Frost must be somewhere around. They could not make Carlo come near the fire: he was afraid of it, it crackled and sputtered so. He liked better to lie under the bushes near the dinner-basket.

"What a splendid bonfire!" said Bob.

"Yes," said Sally; "but don't you wish we had some nice apples to roast in the coals?"

Just as she said this, they heard the whistle of a locomotive away in the distance. "Look

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