LITTLE MOTHER GOOSE
BOSTON
DeWOLFE, FISKE AND CO.
361 and 365 Washington Street
Copyright, 1895,
by
Alpha Publishing Company.
All rights reserved.
FATHER PORCUPINE AND THE ORANGES.
One day Father Porcupinewas out huntingfood. He came to a tree inwhich sat a lot of monkeyseating oranges. He asked forsome, but the unkind monkeysonly pelted him with the fruitas hard as they could! ThenFather Porcupine laughed andput up his quills, and theoranges stuck on them. Whenhis quills were stuck full hestarted for home, and he andhis family had a fine dinner.
BABYLAND
THE PLEASANT SPOT.
THE PLEASANT SPOT.
There was a “pleasantspot” in Mrs. Hall’sparlor, and every day at justthree o’clock in the afternoon,if they had been perfectlygood children, little Dick andFanny Hall could go in andsit in that place an hour, andnobody else could go thereat that time. The “pleasantspot” was under the greenpalm tree.
If they had behaved well,Dick and Fanny always wentto their mother at ten minutesof three to be made as “sweetas roses.” But if they hadbeen naughty they never went.
What did they do in the“pleasant spot?” They toldeach other stories, and theythemselves made the stories.
Fanny’s stories were veryshort ones, such as this:
“One day a little small new small small baby-girl flywent into a rose, an’ her mama was not looking, an’ she los’her way in the rose’s leaves an’ never comed out, an’ thatlittle girl-fly never saw her mama any more, never, never,never again, Dicky.”
Dicky’s stories were shorttoo, and such as this one:
“Sometimes, when little boys have a toy train, just a tinone, and they are playing with it, it turns into a live train, and theengine puffs out live smoke, and live people travel in it. Butif their fathers and mothers look, or anybody, it is a tin train.And this is a fairy story, Fanny.”
Or like this one, whichDicky said was a “nadventure:”
“One time, when three little boys went up the mountain,they set their lunch basket down on the tip-top. In abouttwo minutes they heard a noise at their basket, and a chipmunkstood there, and the chipmunk had one of their cookiesin his paws!”
M. Dunleath.