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THE

NURSERY

_A Monthly Magazine_

FOR YOUNGEST READERS.

VOLUME XXX.--No. 1.

    BOSTON:
    THE NURSERY PUBLISHING COMPANY,
    NO. 36 BROMFIELD STREET.
    1881.




    Entered according to act of Congress, in the year 1881, by
    THE NURSERY PUBLISHING COMPANY,
    In the Office of the Librarian of Congress at Washington.

[Illustration: JOHN WILSON & SON UNIVERSITY PRESS]




[Illustration: Contents.]


IN PROSE.

                                                PAGE
    Hide and Seek                                193
    Flowers for Mamma                            195
    Outwitted                                    197
    Zip <DW53>                                     199
    The Fuss in the Poultry-Yard                 201
    Our Charley                                  206
    Drawing-Lesson                               209
    More about "Parley-voo"                      210
    The old Pump                                 214
    Winter on Lake Constance                     215
    Swan-upping                                  216
    The Man in the Moon                          219
    The Boy and the Cat                          220


IN VERSE.

    Hammock Song                                 196
    Rosie and the Pigs                           198
    What's up                                    203
    Minding Mother                               204
    Peet-Weet                                    207
    Baby's Ride                                  212
    Baby-Brother                                 222
    Under Green Leaves (_with music_)            224

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[Illustration: HIDE AND SEEK.

VOL. XXX.--NO. 1.]




HIDE-AND-SEEK.


WHERE is Charley? Where can the boy have gone? Just now he was here by
my side. Now he is out of my sight. I will call him. 'Charley, Charley,
my boy! where are you?'

"No answer. Hark! I hear a noise up in that tree. Can that be Charley?
Oh, no! It is a bird. 'Little bird, have you seen a small boy with curly
hair? Tell me where to look for him.'

"The bird will not tell me. I must ask the squirrel. 'Squirrel, have you
seen a boy with rosy cheeks?' Away goes the squirrel into a hole without
saying a word.

"Ah! there goes a butterfly. I will ask him. 'Butterfly, have you seen a
boy, with black eyes, rosy cheeks, and curly hair?' The butterfly lights
on a bush. Now he flies again. Now he is off without making any reply.

"Dear me! what shall I do? Is my little boy lost in the woods? Must I go
home without him? Oh, how can I live without my boy!"

Out pops a laughing face from the bushes.

"Here I am, mamma!" says Charley. "Don't cry. Here I am close by you."

"Why, so you are. Come out here, you little rogue, and tell me where you
have been all this time."

"I have been right behind this tree, and I heard every word you said,"
says Charley.

"What a joke that was! Why, Charley, you must have kept still for as
much as three minutes. I never knew you to do that before."

                                                 IDA FAY.




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FLOWERS FOR MAMMA.


OUR readers will remember a picture of this same little girl as she was
taking her doll to ride. While Dolly was taking her nap, Grace ran into
the garden again. She flitted about among the flowers, as busy as a bee,
for a few minutes. Then she came running into the house. The picture
shows what she brought back to her mamma.

                                                    JANE OLIVER.




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HAMMOCK SONG.


    HEIGH-HO, to and fro!
    How the merry breezes blow!

    Blue skies, blue eyes,
    Baby, bees, and butterflies,

    Daisies growing everywhere,
    Breath of roses in the air!

    Dollie Dimple, swing away,
    Baby darling, at your play.

                 MARY D. BRINE.




OUTWITTED.


ONE fine summer day a very hungry fox sallied out in search of his
dinner. After a while his eye rested on a young rooster, which he
thought would make a very good meal: so he lay down under a wall and hid
himself in the high grass, intending to wait until the rooster got near
enough, and then to spring on him, and carry him off.

Suddenly, however, the rooster saw him and flew, in a great fright, to
the top of the wall.

The fox could not get him there, and he knew it: so he came out from his
hiding-place, and addressed the rooster thus: "Dear me!" he cried, "how
handsomely you are dressed! I came to invite your magnificence to a
grand christening feast. The duck and the goose have promised to come,
and the turkey, though slightly ill, will try to come also.

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"You see that only those of rank are bidden to this feast, and we beg
you to adorn it with your splendid talent for music. We are to have the
most delicate little cock-chafers served up on toast, a delicious salad
of earthworms, in fact all manner of good things. Will you not return
then with me to my house?"

"Oh ho!" said the rooster, "how kind you are! What fine stories you
tell! Still I think it safest to decline your kind invitation. I am
sorry not to go to that splendid feast; but I cannot leave my wife, for
she is sitting on seven new eggs. Good-by! I hope you