



Produced by Doug Levy.










LITTLE LUCY'S WONDERFUL GLOBE


by Charlotte M. Yonge



  "Young fingers idly roll
     The mimic earth or trace
  In picture bright of blue and gold
     Each other circling chase"--KEBLE



CONTENTS.


Chapter    I.  Mother Bunch.

Chapter   II.  Visitors from the South Seas.

Chapter  III.  Italy.

Chapter   IV.  Greenland.

Chapter    V.  Tyrol.

Chapter   VI.  Africa.

Chapter  VII.  Laplanders.

Chapter VIII.  China.

Chapter   IX.  Kamschatka.

Chapter    X.  The Turk.

Chapter   XI.  Switzerland.

Chapter  XII.  The Cossack.

Chapter XIII.  Spain.

Chapter  XIV.  Germany.

Chapter   XV.  Paris in the Siege.

Chapter  XVI.  The American Guest.

Chapter XVII.  The Dream of all Nations.




LITTLE LUCY'S WONDERFUL GLOBE




CHAPTER I.

MOTHER BUNCH.


There was once a wonderful fortnight in little Lucy's life.  One
evening she went to bed very tired and cross and hot, and in the
morning when she looked at her arms and legs they were all covered
with red spots, rather pretty to look at, only they were dry and
prickly.

Nurse was frightened when she looked at them.  She turned all the
little sisters out of the night nursery, covered Lucy up close, and
ordered her not to stir, certainly not to go into her bath.  Then
there was a whispering and a running about, and Lucy was half
alarmed, but more pleased at being so important, for she did not
feel at all ill, and quite enjoyed the tea and toast that Nurse
brought up to her.  Just as she was beginning to think it rather
tiresome to lie there with nothing to do, except to watch the flies
buzzing about, there was a step on the stairs and up came the
doctor.  He was an old friend, very good-natured, and he made fun
with Lucy about having turned into a spotted leopard, just like
the cowry shell on Mrs. Bunker's mantel-piece.  Indeed, he said
he thought she was such a curiosity that Mrs. Bunker would come
for her and set her up in the museum, and then he went away.
Suppose, oh, suppose she did!

Mrs. Bunker, or Mother Bunch, as Lucy and her brothers and sisters
called her, was housekeeper to their Uncle Joseph.  He was really
their great uncle, and they thought him any age you can imagine.
They would not have been much surprised to hear that he sailed with
Christopher Columbus, though he was a strong, hale, active man, much
less easily tired than their own papa.  He had been a ship's surgeon
in his younger days, and had sailed all over the world, and
collected all sorts of curious things, besides which he was a very
wise and learned man, and had made some great discovery.  It was
_not_ America.  Lucy knew that her elderly brother understood what
it was, but it was not worth troubling her head about, only somehow
it made ships go safer, and so he had had a pension given him as a
reward.  He had come home and bought a house about a mile out of
town, and built up a high room from which to look at the stars with
his telescope, and to try his experiments in, and a long one besides
for his museum; yet, after all, he was not much there, for whenever
there was anything wonderful to be seen, he always went off to look
at it, and, whenever there was a meeting of learned men--scientific
men was the right word--they always wanted him to help them make
speeches and show wonders.  He was away now.  He had gone away to
wear a red cross on his arm, and help to take care of the wounded
in the sad war between the French and the Germans.

But he had left Mother Bunch behind him.  Nobody knew exactly what
was Mrs. Bunker's nation; indeed she could hardly be said to have
any, for she had been born at sea, and had been a sailor's wife;
but whether she was mostly English, Dutch or Spanish, nobody knew
and nobody cared.  Her husband