A
CUP OF SWEETS,
THAT CAN
NEVER CLOY:
OR,
DELIGHTFUL TALES
FOR
GOOD CHILDREN.

BY THE AUTHOR OF GODMOTHER'S TALES, &c. &c.

FOURTH EDITION.

LONDON.

PRINTED FOR J. HARRIS, SUCCESSOR TO E. NEWBERY, AT
THE ORIGINAL JUVENILE LIBRARY, THE CORNER OF
ST. PAUL'S CHURCH YARD.

1810.

E. Hemsted, Printer, Great New-street, Gough-square.

The Curious Girl.

Away she threw the peg—up went the cover of the
Basket—and whizz—out flew a beautiful White Pigeon.

Published Nov. 1^st. 1803, by J. Harris corner of S^t.Pauls Church Yard.

CONTENTS.

A CUP OF SWEETS.

CURIOSITY.

Arabella fancied there could be no pleasure in the world equal to that of listening to conversations in which she had no concern, peeping into her mamma's drawers and boxes, and asking impertinent questions. If a parcel was brought to the house, she had no rest till she had found out what was in it; and if her papa rung the bell, she would never quit the room till the servant came up, that she might hear what he wanted.

She had been often desired to be less curious, and more attentive to her lessons; to play with her doll and her baby-house, and not trouble herself with other people's affairs: but she never minded what was said to her, and when she was sitting by her mamma, with a book in her hand, instead of reading it, and endeavouring to improve herself, she was always looking round her, to observe what her brothers and sisters were doing, and to watch every one who went out or came into the room.

She desired extremely to have a writing-master, because she hoped, that, after she had learnt a short time, she should be able to read writing, and then she should have the pleasure of finding out who all the letters were for, which the servant carried to the post-office; and might sometimes peep over her papa's shoulder, and read those which he received. One day perceiving her mamma whisper to her brother William, and that they soon after left the room together, she immediately concluded there must be something going forward, some secret which was to be hid from her, and which, perhaps, if she lost the present moment, she never should be able to discover. Poor Arabella could sit still no longer; she watched them from the window, and seeing that they went towards a gate in the garden, which opened into the wood, she determined to be there before them, and to hide herself in the bushes near the path, that she might overhear their conversation as they passed by. This she soon accomplished, by taking a shorter way; but it was not very long before she had reason