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قراءة كتاب The Nursery, September 1873, Vol. XIV. No. 3
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THE
NURSERY
A Monthly Magazine
For Youngest Readers.
BOSTON:
JOHN L. SHOREY, No. 36, BROMFIELD STREET.
1873.
JOHN L. SHOREY,
In the Office of the Librarian of Congress at Washington.
Boston:
Stereotyped and Printed by Rand, Avery, & Co.
| IN PROSE. | |
| PAGE. | |
| The Queer Things that happened to Nelly | 65 |
| The Six Ducks | 69 |
| The Bunch of Grapes | 71 |
| A True Story about a Dog | 73 |
| Pitcher-Plants and Monkey-Pots | 76 |
| Under the Cherry-Tree | 77 |
| Rambles in the Woods | 80 |
| What I Saw at the Seashore | 82 |
| Blossom and I | 85 |
| How Norman became an Artist | 87 |
| A Boot-Race under Difficulties | 89 |
| Pictures for Walter | 90 |
| The Fisherman's Children | 92 |
IN VERSE. |
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| PAGE. | |
| Rose's Song | 68 |
| A Little Tease | 75 |
| Sleeping in the Sunshine | 78 |
| Young Lazy-Bones (with music) | 96 |
THE QUEER THINGS THAT HAPPENED TO NELLY.THE QUEER THINGS THAT HAPPENED TO NELLY.
ELLY BURTON had been weeding in the garden nearly all the summer forenoon; and she was quite tired out. "Oh, if I could only be dressed up in fine clothes, and not have to work!" thought she.
No sooner had the thought passed through her mind, than, as she looked down on the closely-mown grass by the edge of the pond, she saw the queerest sight that child ever beheld.
A carriage, the body of which was made of the half of a large walnut-shell, brightly gilt, was moving along, dragged by six beetles with backs glistening with all the colors of the rainbow.
Seated in the carriage, and carrying a wand, was a young lady not larger than a child's little finger, but so beautiful that no humming-bird could equal her in beauty. She had the bluest of blue eyes, and yellow crinkled hair that shone like gold.
She stopped her team of beetles, and, standing upright, said to Nelly, "Listen to me. My name is Pitpat; and I am a fairy. I see how tired you are with work. Your father, though a good man, is a blacksmith; and there is often a smirch on his face when he stoops to kiss you. Your mother wears calico dresses, and doesn't fix her hair with false braids and waterfalls. Would you not like to be the daughter of a king and queen, and live in a palace?"
"Oh, yes, you beautiful Pitpat! I would like that ever so much!" exclaimed Nelly. "Then I should be a princess, and have nothing to do but amuse myself all day."
"Take the end of my wand,