LITTLE PET BOOK,
TEN SHORT TALES,
IN WORDS OF THREE AND FOUR LETTERS.
Author of "Night Caps," "Mittens," "Wife's Stratagem," etc., etc.
"I LOVE GOD AND LITTLE CHILDREN."—Richter.
JAMES O'KANE, PUBLISHER.
Entered, according to Act of Congress, in the year 1863, by
W. H. Kelley and Brother,
in the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the United
States for the Southern District of New-York.
LITTLE PET BOOK
IS DEDICATED TO
Charlotte, Mary, and Willie,
THREE DEAR LITTLE CHILDREN,
ABOUT WHOM I TOLD FUNNY STORIES IN TWO OF THE
"Why, Hal, did you get my pie?"—P. 14.
PREFACE TO MOTHERS.
Many and many a time mothers have come to the author with the piteous plaint: "O Aunt Fanny! we are perfectly worn out with your 'Nightcaps,' 'Mittens,' and 'Socks;' we have read them to our little children, who have not yet conquered the compound mysteries of the alphabet, until we know them by heart; do, do write some books in words of one syllable, which they can read for themselves."
Now, I wonder if these good mothers can conceive what it is to write a story in words of one syllable, and make it interesting, sensible, and grammatical? If they can not, I entreat them to try a page or two of this utterly distracting style of composition; they will very soon have a realizing sense of the pleasing emotions of a lunatic confined in a strait-jacket. Above all, let them try a tale of joy or woe, all in words of three letters and less. Mother Goose could never have made her precious "high-diddle-diddle" nonsense in this way. I have tried frantically to spell "jolly" in three letters and "darling" in one syllable. How I have succeeded the books are submitted to show.
The mothers have wanted them, and I have written them—begging pardon of Mother Goose and Mr. Murray—and entreating that all short-comings, which in this case will mean all words too long, will be set down to want of power, not want of will, to delight and amuse the dear little darlings, the writing for whom is so rare a comfort to their loving
|THE BAD OLD APE,
|MOP, THE PET CAT. A Poem,
|SAM, THE BAD BOY,
|BEN AND SUE, AND THE SEE-SAW,
|THE HEN AND FOX. A Poem,
|BEN AND BOB,
|THE OLD GRAY RAT,
|POOR WILL, WHO WAS SHOT IN THE WAR,
|ANN, THE GOOD GIRL,
|JOE, WHO DID NOT MIND,
BAD OLD APE.
ne day Ned got a pie to eat. It was too hot, so he put it out in the air, on the lid of a big tin pot.
And now he ran off to see his dog who had a pup, and his cat who had a kit.
The pup lay in a box. Ned had got hay to put in the box for a bed; the pup lay on the hay, and the kit lay on a bit of rug.
Ned did pat the pup on his ear, and say: "O you pet! let me hug you." By and by, he did pat the kit too, and say: "Kit, kit, kit, can you eat pie—can you? Let me go and get you a bit." So he ran to his pie—but, O my! it was not on the lid of the big tin pot.
"Why, who can it be who has got my pie?" Ned did say. "Did it fly up in the air?"
"Why, Hal! did you get my pie?"
"No, not I. It is a tom-tit you see—not a pie."
"O yes! so it is, a wee tom-tit. If I can get my pie, the tom-tit, and you and I can eat it."
He got up on top of the tin pot to see far off, and he did cry out: "O my! I see it now! I see my pie! The sly old ape has got it, and he has eat a big bit out of it, too! Oh! oh! he will eat it all up! How can I get at him?"
And now the sly old ape, who had the pie in his paw, saw Ned, and Ned did say: "Now for a run!" So he did run, and the sly old ape did