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                           SUGAR Plum Series

                           Little Playfellows

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                              Published by
                           Peter G. Thomson.
                          Cincinnati, -- O --




                          LITTLE PLAYFELLOWS.




                          THE LITTLE CAVALIER.

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A little boy was playing with his hobby-horse one day, and making a
great deal of noise, when an old gentleman, who lived in the next
room, called to him and said, "Can you not play more quietly?" The
little boy answered, "It is raining and I can't go out of doors." The
old gentleman said, "But can you not make less noise, for I am sick
and need rest." The little boy said, "If that is the case, I will not
make any noise." When his mother came home, she praised him for his
kindness, and said he did right. Little Johnnie, for that was his
name, had forgotten all about the old gentleman, when, a week after,
a large box came to him on which was written, "To my young neighbor,
a souvenir of a rainy day." The box was full of beautiful lead soldiers
and cannons, with which he had a great deal of pleasure. When his
mother saw them she said, "You see, my son, kindness always receives
its reward."




                          THE LITTLE SAVOYARD.


There was once a little boy who came from Savoy to the City of Paris
with a fellow-countryman. Soon after arriving his countryman deserted
him, though he had promised his mother to take care of him. Little
Pierre did not know what to do all alone in this great city. He walked
around all day crying bitterly, but when evening came he thought of
a prayer his mother had taught him, and he repeated it: "My God, you
who watch over the little birds, oh! do not forsake the little
children." As he ended the prayer the pigeons of the city, which were
very numerous, flew about him, and one lit on his shoulder. He said
to it, "Beautiful bird, go and tell my mother to come and get me." A
lady passing by heard him repeat the prayer and give the message to the
bird. She knew at once that he was a good boy, so she took him to her
home, where she gave him nice clothes and plenty to eat. She sent a
letter to his mother, and while waiting for her to come to him he used
to go out and play with the pigeons. They would run to be caressed by
him, for they well knew that they could trust a child who prays.




                         THE GOAT AND HER KID.

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Goats are not naturally vicious, but will defend themselves if
attacked. There was once a little boy in New York named Harry, who went
to visit his aunt in the country. This aunt had a goat named Grisette,
who had a little kid, and she told Harry that he could feed Grisette,
but he must not tease her. But Harry was very mischievous, and liked
to see the goat run on the hill-sides. To make her run, he would poke
her with a stick, when one day he stuck the stick in her nose, which
was more than Grisette could stand, so she put down her head, butted
him with her horns, and down he rolled to the bottom of the hill. Harry
was much bruised and had to be carried into the house and put to bed,
where he was confined for six weeks, thus losing most of his holiday.
Let this be a lesson to you, my little friends, never to torment any
animals.




                        THE DOG OF THE REGIMENT.

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This dog is named Pompey; he is called the Dog of the Regiment,
because he has been with a regiment of soldiers for many years. He is
a wonderful dog; he can march on his hind legs, play the drum with
his paws, and pretend to be dead. Pompey has been very useful to his
regiment. Once he carried a dispatch through a fire of musketry;
another time he woke up a sleeping sentinel; and again he pointed out
a troupe of the enemy hidden in the woods. Finally he saved the life of
the surgeon of the regiment, who had been left to die on the field of
battle. Pompey is a friend to all the soldiers, from the colonel down.
You will see him in the picture, pretending to be a bear that he may
get a piece of sugar which the colonel's son is offering him.




                          THE LITTLE MARINERS.

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George and his sister Lillie are having a nice time sailing their
little boat in the brook. Their mother told them they could play here,
for the water