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The Nursery, June 1881, Vol. XXIX
A Monthly Magazine for Youngest Readers

The Nursery, June 1881, Vol. XXIX A Monthly Magazine for Youngest Readers

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THE
NURSERY

A Monthly Magazine

For Youngest Readers.

VOLUME XXIX.—No. 6.



BOSTON:
THE NURSERY PUBLISHING COMPANY,
No. 36 Bromfield Street.
1881.


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JOHN WILSON & SON. UNIVERSITY PRESS.


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Contents

IN PROSE.

  PAGE
The Careless Nurse 161
Master Baby 165
Two Small Boys 166
A Saucy Visitor 168
How Georgie Fed his Fawn 171
Drawing-Lesson 177
A Picnic in a Strange Garden 178
Two Small Girls 182
The Careful Nurse 183
Ralph's Great-Grandmother and her History 185

IN VERSE.

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Feeding the Fowls 163
A Polite Dandelion 164
Kitty didn't mean to 167
The Rose 173
Margie's Trial 180
Why the Chick came out 184
June 188


Girl reading surrounded by scrolls and vines and flowers


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Little girl with doll in carriage and boy in sailor suit walking beside herVOL. XXIX.—NO. 6.

THE CARELESS NURSE.

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HE rights of man do not give me much concern; neither do I trouble myself much about the rights of woman. My mission is to look after the rights of children. I never forget this wherever I may be.

Some people may think that the rights of children are safe enough in the care of the fathers and mothers.

Are they indeed! How many children are sent out, day after day, in charge of nurses? Who protects the children against careless and cruel nurses? Anxious mother, answer me that.

Many cases of gross neglect have come under my eye. I will mention one case that took place last summer at the seaside.

I was out in my yacht at the time. Scanning the shore with my spy-glass, this is what I saw:—

A good-looking young woman was pushing a baby-carriage before her. In the carriage was a little child. The young woman seemed to be singing, and all went well until a young man came up and walked by her side.

From his dress I should say that he was a sailor. Perhaps he had just landed from a man-of-war. His trousers had the man-of-war cut.

The young man and the young woman talked and laughed together as they went along. They seemed to be very good friends. But what became of the

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