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That evening the policeman went up to Mr. Bradford's. He was asked to walk into the parlor, where sat Mr. Bradford and Aunt Patty, while old nurse was just taking Maggie and Bessie off to bed. "Oh, here is our policeman!" said Bessie; and she ran up to him, holding out her hand. "How is your Willie?" "That's just what ...
"The best, sir. The Lord has crowned all his mercies to us by giving us back our boy's sight." "And has Willie seen his mother's face?" asked Bessie, eagerly. "Yes, that he has. He took care that should be the first thing his eyes opened on; and it just seems as if he could not get his full of looking at it. He always ...
"Doing nicely, sir. Rather weakish yet; but when he can bear the light, and get out into the fresh air, it will do him good; and I hope he'll come round after a spell, now that his mind is at ease, and he's had a sight of that he'd set his heart on, even if we can't just follow out the doctor's orders." Bessie felt as ...
Bessie talked so fast that Richards did not understand at first, and her father had to explain. The man was quite overcome. "It's too much, sir, it's too much," he said, in a husky voice, twisting his cap round and round in his hands. "It was the last thing was wanting, and I feel as if I had nothing to say. There ain'...
"So good has been brought out of evil," said Mr. Bradford. As soon as the policeman had gone, Maggie and Bessie ran up-stairs to tell their mother the good news, leaving papa and Aunt Patty alone together. Mr. Bradford then turned to the old lady, and laying his hand gently on her shoulder, said,-- "Aunt Patty, you hav...
"Come, confess, Aunt Patty," he said; "acknowledge that it is to you this good fellow who has just left us owes his freedom from debt, his child's eyesight, his release from cares which were almost too much even for his hopeful spirit; acknowledge that you have generously sacrificed a long-cherished desire, given up th...
"Dear Aunt Patty, we're so much obliged to you about Willie, and if we had only known it was you, we wouldn't have felt so bad about it. Now we only feel glad, and don't you feel glad, too, when you know how happy they all are?" Then Maggie sidled up, and slipping her hand into Aunt Patty's, said,-- "Aunt Patty, please...
And if you are not tired of Maggie and Bessie, you may some time learn how they spent their summer among the mountains. FOOTNOTES: [A] "Chapel Gems."
= = = PG44780 = = = BESSIE AT THE SEA-SIDE Produced by Melissa McDaniel, Diane Monico, and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This file was produced from images generously made available by The Internet Archive) BESSIE AT THE SEA-SIDE
_BOOKS BY JOANNA H. MATHEWS._ I. THE BESSIE BOOKS. 6 vols. In a box. $7.50. II. THE FLOWERETS
A SERIES OF STORIES ON THE COMMANDMENTS. 6 vols. In a box. $3.60. VIOLET'S IDOL. DAISY'S WORK. ROSE'S TEMPTATION. LILY'S LESSON. HYACINTHE AND HER BROTHERS. PINKIE AND THE RABBITS. III. LITTLE SUNBEAMS.
6 vols. In a box. $6.00. BELLE POWERS' LOCKET. DORA'S MOTTO. 16mo. LILY NORRIS' ENEMY. JESSIE'S PARROT. MAMIE'S WATCHWORD. NELLIE'S HOUSEKEEPING. IV. KITTY AND LULU BOOKS. 6 vols. In a box. $6.00.
V. MISS ASHTON'S GIRLS. VI. HAPS AND MISHAPS. 6 vols. In a box. $7.50. ROBERT CARTER AND BROTHERS,
_New York_. [Illustration: FRONTISPIECE. Bessie at Sea Side.] _BESSIE AT THE SEA-SIDE._
_BY_ _JOANNA H. MATHEWS_ "And a Little Child shall lead them." _NEW YORK: Robert Carter & Brothers_, 530 BROADWAY.
Entered, according to Act of Congress, in the year 1867, by ROBERT CARTER AND BROTHERS, In the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the United States for the Southern District of New York. To my dear Mother, _Whose "children arise up and call her blessed,"_ IS THIS LITTLE VOLUME
_Lovingly and gratefully dedicated_ CONTENTS. PAGE _I. The Sea-Shore_, 7
_II. Old Friends and New_, 21 _III. The Letter_, 34 _IV. The Quarrel_, 50 _V. Tom's Sunday-School_, 61
_VI. The Post-Office_, 75 _VII. A New Friend_, 96 _VIII. Bessie's Little Sermon_, 113 _IX. Faith_, 122
_X. The Sick Baby_, 135 _XI. The Happy Circumstance_, 147 _XII. Miss Adams_, 157 _XIII. Bessie's Repentance_, 167
_XIV. Who is a Lady?_ 180 _XV. Uncle John_, 194 _XVI. The Birthday Presents_, 209 _XVII. The Birthday Party_, 226
_XVIII. The Adventure_, 247 _XIX. Soul and Instinct_, 265 _XX. Nurse taken by Surprise_, 281 _XXI. The Colonel in Trouble_, 305
_XXII. The Broken Nose_, 320 _XXIII. Jesus' Soldier_, 335 _BESSIE AT THE SEA-SIDE._ I.
_THE SEA-SHORE._ The hotel carriage rolled away from Mr. Bradford's door with papa and mamma, the two nurses and four little children inside, and such a lot of trunks and baskets on the top; all on their way to Quam Beach. Harry and Fred, the two elder boys, were to stay with grandmamma until their school was over; and...
"Indeed," said nurse, "it's a very nice bed; and if you are going to be a naughty child, better than you deserve. That's a great way you have of calling every thing that don't just suit you, 'nasty.' I'd like to know where you mean to sleep, if you don't sleep there." "I'm going to ask mamma to make Mrs. Jones give us ...
"O, Maggie," said Bessie, "this bed is yeal nice and comf'able; come and feel it." So Maggie popped in between the clean white sheets, and in two minutes she had forgotten all about the trundle-bed and everything else. When Bessie woke up the next morning, she saw Maggie standing by the open window, in her night-gown, ...
"But I do see the end of it," said Maggie; "mamma was mistaken. I saw where the sky came down and stopped the sea; and, Bessie, I saw such a wonderful thing,--the sun came right up out of the water." "O, Maggie, it couldn't; _you_ was mistaken. If it went in the water it would be put out." "I don't care," said Maggie, ...
"I don't know," said Maggie, "I'm going to ask papa." Just then nurse and Jane came in with water for the children's bath, and before they were dressed, there was papa at the door asking if there were any little girls ready to go on the beach and find an appetite for breakfast. After that, nurse could scarcely dress th...
"Papa," said Maggie, "I saw the wonderfulest thing this morning." "The most wonderful," said her father. "The most wonderful," repeated Maggie. "It was indeed, papa, and you need not think I was mistaken, for I am quite, quite sure I saw it." "And what was this most wonderful thing you are so very sure you saw, Maggie?...
"It was the sun, papa, coming right up out of the water, and it was not put out a bit. It came up, up, away off there, where the sky touches the water. Mamma said we could not see the end of the ocean, but I see it quite well. Do not you see it, too, papa?" "I see what appears to be the end of the ocean, but these grea...
"Yes, papa." "But it is really the earth on which we live, and not the sun, which is moving. Once in twenty-four hours, which makes one day and one night, the earth turns entirely round, so that a part of the time one side is turned to the sun, and a part of the time the other side. See if you can find me a small, roun...
"Yes, there is no sun there now, and it is dark night for the little children who live there." "And are they going to have their supper while we have our brefix?" asked Bessie. "Just about so, I suppose," said papa. "But, papa," said Maggie with very wide open eyes, "do you mean that the world is going to turn way over...
"Yes, dear." "Then we will fall off," said Maggie. "Did you fall off last night?" asked papa. "No, sir."
"And you have been living for nearly seven years, and every day of your life the earth has turned around in the same way, and you have never yet fallen off, have you?" "No, papa." "Nor will you to-night, my little girl. The good and wise God who has made our earth to move in such a way as to give us both light and dark...
"Yes, or the outside. Suppose you were to fall off the top of the house, Maggie, where would you fall to?" "Down in the street and be killed," said Maggie. "Yes, down to the street or ground, and probably you would be killed. And it is because of this power which the earth has of drawing to itself all things that are u...
Maggie was full of fun and spirits, and raced about till her cheeks were as red as roses. There were several other people on the beach, and among them were some little boys and girls. Two or three of these, when they saw Maggie running about in such glee began to race with her, but the moment she noticed them she becam...
"It is this cool, fresh sea-breeze that you like so much, Bessie." "And I like to see the water, papa, and to hear the nice noise it makes." "Yes, it's so pleasant here," said Maggie. "Let's stay here always, papa, and never go home." "What! and sleep in the trundle-bed all your lives?" said papa.
"Oh, no," said Maggie, "I hate that bed. I believe I _did_ sleep a little bit last night, because I was so tired; but I know I can't sleep in it to-night." "Well," said papa, "I think we will try it for a night or two longer." And then they all went in to breakfast. II.
OLD FRIENDS AND NEW. After breakfast they went out again. Mr. Bradford and his little girls were standing in the porch waiting for mamma who was going with them, when Mr. Jones came up from the shore. He had been fishing, and looked rather rough and dirty, but he had a pleasant, good-natured face. "Mornin' sir," he sai...
"Yes, I'm generally stirrin' round pretty early; been out since afore day-light. S'pose these are your little girls. How are you, Miss Bradford?" he said, holding out his hand. But shy Maggie hung her head and drew a little away behind her father. "Why, Maggie," said Mr. Bradford, "you are not polite; shake hands with ...
"Yes, she will;" said Bessie, "and then she won't be shy with you; but I'm not shy now, and I'll shake hands with you." Mr. Jones took the tiny little hand she offered him with a smile. "No, I see you ain't shy, and I don't want you to be; you, nor your sister neither. Goin' down to the shore, eh?" "Yes, when mamma com...
"Well, you see that big barn out there; when you come back you both come out there. You'll find me inside, and I'll show you something will soon cure all shyness; that is, if you like it as much as most young folks do." "What is it?" asked Bessie. "It's a scup." "Will it bite?" said Bessie.
"Bite! Don't you know what a scup is?" "She knows it by the name of a swing," said Mr. Bradford. "Oh, yes! I know a swing; and I like it too. We'll come, Mr. Jones." "Is it quite safe for them?" asked Mr. Bradford.
"Quite safe, sir. I put it up last Summer for some little people who were staying here; and Sam, he's my eldest son, he made a seat with back and arms, and a rung along the front to keep them in,--a fall on the barn floor wouldn't feel good, that's a fact; but it's as safe as strong ropes and good work can make it. I'l...
"No," said Bessie, "I did not hear him call you anything." "He called me Miss Bradford," said Maggie, holding up her head and looking very grand. "Well," said Bessie, "I suppose he was mad because you wouldn't shake hands with him." "No," said Maggie, "it was before that; he said, 'how do you do, Miss Bradford;' and, B...
They found a good many people upon the beach now, and among them were some ladies and gentlemen whom Mr. and Mrs. Bradford knew, and while they stopped to speak to them, Maggie and Bessie wandered off a little way, picking up shells and sea-weed and putting them into a basket which their mother had given them. Presentl...
"Her name is Miss Bradford," said Bessie, who wanted to please her sister, and who herself thought it rather fine for Maggie to be called Miss Bradford. "Oh! and you're another Miss Bradford, I suppose," said the boy, laughing. "Why! so I am," said Bessie; "I didn't think about that before. Maggie we're two Miss Bradfo...
"'Tain't," said the little girl, crossly, "it's nothing but Mary." "Sure enough," said her brother; "she's just Miss Mary, quite contrary; whatever you say, she'll say just the other thing; that's her way." "Now, Walter, you stop," said Mary in a whining, fretful voice. "Now, Mamie, you stop," mimicked her brother.
"I think we wont be acquainted with you," said Bessie. "I am afraid you are not very good children." "What makes you think so," asked Walter. "'Cause you quarrel," said Bessie; "good children don't quarrel, and Jesus won't love you if you do." "What a funny little tot you are," said Walter. "I won't quarrel with you, b...
"It's Bessie, and my sister's is Maggie." "And don't you and Maggie ever quarrel?" "Why, no," said Maggie, coming out of her shy fit when she heard this, "Bessie is my own little sister." "Well, and Mamie is my own sister, and you see we quarrel for all that. But never mind that now. I'll go for my wagon and give you a...
"I will," said Bessie. In a few minutes Walter came back with his wagon. Maggie and Bessie thought he was quite right when he called it splendid. They told him it was the prettiest wagon they had ever seen. He said he would give Bessie the first ride, and he lifted her in and told Maggie and Mamie to push behind. "I sh...
Mamie began to cry, and Bessie said she would get out and let her ride first; but Walter said she should not. "There comes Tom," said Mamie; "he'll help you pull." The children looked around, and there was a boy rather larger than Walter coming towards them. "Why, it's Tom Norris!" said Maggie; "do you know him?"
And sure enough it was their own Tom Norris, whom they loved so much. He ran up to them and kissed Maggie and Bessie, as if he were very glad to see them. "Why, Tom," said Bessie, "I didn't know you came here." "I came night before last, with father," said Tom. "We came to take rooms at the hotel, and I wanted to stay;...
"Tom! can't I ride?" asked Mamie. "You must ask Walter," said Tom; "the wagon is his; what are you crying about, Mamie?" Walter told what the trouble was. "Come, now, Mamie, be good, and you shall ride with Bessie, and I will help Walter pull." Mamie was put into the seat by Bessie, and then Tom said they must find roo...
"You see," said Walter, as the cross, selfish child went off screaming to her mother, "Mamie is the only girl, and the youngest, and she has been so spoiled there is no living with her." They were all happier when she had gone, and had a nice long play together. Tom Norris was twelve years old, but he did not think him...
When they reached home Mr. Bradford told them they might go on to the barn while he went into the house for a few minutes. The great barn-doors were open, and Mr. Jones and his son, Sam, were busy inside. Just outside the door sat Mrs. Jones with a pan full of currants in her lap which she was stringing. There was a sh...
"Yes," said Mrs. Jones, "what do you think of her?" "I think she is fat," answered Bessie. "May we help you do that, Mrs. Jones?" "I'm afraid you'll stain your frocks, and what would your ma say then?" "She'd say you oughtn't to let us do it."
"Just so," said Mrs. Jones. "No, I can't let you help me, but I'll tell you what I'll do. I am going to make pies out of these currants and I'll make you each a turnover; sha'n't you like that?" "What is a turnover," asked Maggie. "Don't you know what a turnover is? You wait and see; you'll like 'em when you find out. ...
The swing was fastened up to a hook in the wall, but Mr. Jones soon had it down; and Mr. Bradford tried it and found it quite safe and strong. The seat was large enough to hold both the little girls, if they sat pretty close, so they were both put into it, and papa gave them a fine swing. Then the boys took their turn;...
They liked Quam Beach more and more. Maggie did not mind the trundle-bed so very much after a night or two, though she never seemed to grow quite used to it; and Bessie, who had been weak and sick when they left home, became stronger, and was soon able to run about more with the other children. After a few days they be...
Then they made friends with Toby, Mr. Jones' great white dog. He was an ugly old fellow, and rather gruff and unsociable; but, like some people, he was in reality better than he appeared. He would never allow any grown person but his master to pet him; and if any one tried to pat him or make him play, he would walk awa...
After this, Toby would never let the child go near the water all the time he staid at Quam Beach. If he tried to go, Toby would take hold of his clothes with his teeth, and no coaxings or scoldings would make him let go till the boy's face was turned the other way. Toby was of great use to Mrs. Jones; she said that he ...
"No," answered Bessie, "I don't think he is pretty, but I think he is very good and wise." "But he is not so wise as Jemmy Bent's Shock," said Maggie; "he does not know any funny tricks." Jemmy Bent was a poor lame boy, and Shock was his dog,--a little Scotch terrier with a black shaggy coat, and a pair of sharp, brigh...
"So do I," said Maggie; "but then he looks so funny and smart: I think he looks a great deal nicer than Toby." "I don't," said Bessie, "I don't like the look of Shock; the first time I saw him I didn't think he was a dog." "What did you think he was?" "I thought he was _a animal_," said Bessie, "and I was afraid of him...
"And are you afraid of him now?" "No, not much; but I had rather he'd stay under the bed when I go to see Jemmy." "I wouldn't," said Maggie, "and I can't like Toby so much as Shock. No, I can't, Toby, and you need not look at me so about it." Maggie's opinion did not seem to make the least difference to Toby; he only y...
When Maggie and Bessie had been at Quam Beach about a week, they woke one morning to find it was raining hard, and Mr. Jones said he hoped it would keep on, for the rain was much needed. The little girls hoped it would not, for they did not like to stay in the house all day. About eleven o'clock they went to their moth...
"Maggie and Bessie are making up this letter, but I am printing, because Bessie is too little. We hope you are well, and Bessie is better and I am very well, thank you, and every body. It rains, and we have nothing to do, and so we are writing you a letter. We like this place; it is nice. There is a great deal of sea h...
Mamma said it was a very nice letter, and she folded it and put it in an envelope. Then she directed it to Mr. Duncan, and put a postage stamp on it, so that it was all ready to go with the rest of the letters when Mr. Jones went to the post-office in the evening. But you must learn a little about the dear old gentlema...
To buy a wheel chair, in which Jemmy might be out of doors, and be rolled from place to place without trouble or pain to himself, was the one great wish of Mrs. Bent and Mary; and they were trying to put by money enough for this. But such a chair cost a great deal; and though they saved every penny they could, the mone...
The children were delighted, and promised to try hard, and they did do their best. But it was hard work, for they were but little girls,--Bessie only five, Maggie not quite seven. Bessie had some hard battles with her temper. Maggie had to watch carefully that she was not tempted into forgetfulness and disobedience. An...
Mr. Jones had another errand to do when he went to the post-office, which was to go to the railway station for Harry and Fred, whose vacation had begun. Grandmamma and Aunt Annie came with them, but they went to the hotel, and Maggie and Bessie did not see them till the next morning. How glad the little girls were to h...
"Oh, I know!" said Bessie, "it was lame Jemmy." "Yes, it was lame Jemmy, and he was as chirp as a grasshopper. He was sitting up in his chair out under the trees; and you never saw a fellow so happy, for all he is lame. Why, if I was like him, and couldn't go about, I should be as cross as a bear." "Oh, no, you wouldn'...
"But you could ask Jesus to make you good and patient like Jemmy, and then He would." "Well," said Harry, "he's mighty good, anyhow; and Fred and I gave him a first-rate ride in his chair ever so far up the road. He liked it, I can tell you; and he asked such lots of questions about you two. And what do you think he is...
"What! a boy?" said Maggie. "Yes; Aunt Helen sent some yarn to his mother to knit socks; and Jemmy wanted to learn so that he could do something for his country, if he was a lame boy, he said. Aunt Helen pays Mrs. Bent for those she makes, but Jemmy told her if he might use some of her yarn he would like to do it witho...
"I don't think boys are half as nice as girls," said Maggie, "except you and Tom, Harry." "And I," said Fred. "Well, yes, Fred; when you don't tease I love you; but then you do tease, you know. But Mamie Stone is not nice if she is a girl; she is cross, and she did a shocking thing, Harry. She pinched Bessie's arm so i...
"I sha'n't, if she evils my Bessie," said Maggie, stoutly. "If she hurts me I won't do anything to her, but if she hurts Bessie I will, and I don't believe it's any harm. I'm sure there's a verse in the Bible about it." "About what, Maggie?" "About, about,--why about my loving Bessie and not letting any one hurt her. I...
"I sha'n't be Mamie's peace-maker," said Maggie; "and, Tom, you ought to take my side and Bessie's; you are very unkind." "Now don't be vexed, Midget," said Tom, sitting down on a large stone, and pulling Maggie on his knee. "I only want to show you that it did not make things any better for you to slap Mamie when she ...
"Why Mamie screamed and ran and told her mother, and Mrs. Stone came and scolded us; and Jane showed her Bessie's arm, and she said she didn't believe Mamie meant to hurt Bessie." "What a jolly row!" said Fred. "I wish I had been there to see." "Nurse said she wished she had been there," said Maggie, "and she would hav...
"No," said Maggie, "because then she wouldn't have been slapped, and she ought to be." "Well, I think with you that Mamie was a very naughty girl, and deserved to be punished; but then it was not your place to do it." "But her mother would not do it," said Maggie; "she is a weak, foolish woman, and is ruining that chil...
"Who did you hear say that?" asked Harry. "Papa," said Maggie,--"so it's true. I guess he didn't mean me to hear it, but I did." "Oh, you little pitcher!" cried Harry; and Tom said, "Maggie dear, things may be quite right for your father to say, that would not be proper for us; because Mrs. Stone is a great deal older ...
"Maggie," said Tom, "when wicked men came to take Jesus Christ and carry him away to suffer a dreadful death on the cross, do you remember what one of the disciples did?" "No; tell me," said Maggie. "He drew his sword and cut off the ear of one of those wicked men; not because he was doing anything to him, but because ...
"But the Saviour was not glad," said Tom, "for he reproved the disciple, and told him to put up his sword; and he reached out his hand and healed the man's ear." "That was because he was Jesus," said Maggie. "I couldn't be so good as Jesus." "No, we cannot be as holy and good as Jesus, for he was without sin; but we ca...
"Yes, if you are not friends with her yet." "Oh, no, we are not friends at all," said Maggie; "for she runs away every time she sees Lily or me; and we make faces at her." "And do you like to have it so?" "Yes," said Maggie slowly, "I think I do; I like to see her run."
"And do you think it is like Jesus' little lamb for you to feel so." "No, I suppose not; I guess it's pretty naughty, and I won't make faces at her anymore. What shall I do to make friends, Tom?" "Well," said Tom, "I cannot tell exactly; but suppose the next time that Mamie runs away from you, you call her to come and ...
"Perhaps you'll find some other way," said Tom, who could not help smiling. "If we wish for a chance to do good to a person we can generally find one. But I must go, for there is father beckoning to me to come out in the boat with him. You will think of what I have said, will you not, Maggie?" "Oh, yes I will, and I wi...
_TOM'S SUNDAY-SCHOOL._ "There's Tom," said Maggie, on the next Sunday afternoon, as she looked out of the window; "he is talking to Mr. Jones, and now they are going to the barn. I wonder if he is going to swing on Sunday." "Why, Maggie," said Bessie; "Tom wouldn't do such a thing." "I thought maybe he forgot," said Ma...
Tom and Mr. Jones seemed to be very busy in the barn for a few minutes, but the little girls could not make out what they were doing. At last Tom came out and walked over to the house. Maggie and Bessie ran to meet him. "Here you are," he said, "the very little people I wanted to see. I am going to have a Sunday-school...
"I think she will let you go to mine," said Tom; "we'll go and ask her." They all went in together to the room where papa and mamma sat reading. "Mrs. Bradford," said Tom, when he had shaken hands with her, "I am going to hold a little Sunday-school class over in the barn; will you let Maggie and Bessie come?" "Certain...
"A good plan, too," said Mr. Bradford; "you are a kind boy to think of it, Tom." "May I come?" asked Harry. "And I, too?" said Fred. "I don't know about you, Fred," said Tom; "I should like to have Harry, for neither Walter nor I can sing, and we want some one to set the tunes for the little ones. But I am afraid you w...
"Indeed I won't, Tom. Let me come and I will be as quiet as a mouse, and give you leave to turn me out if I do the first thing." "Well, then, you may come, but I shall hold you to your word and send you away if you make the least disturbance. I don't mean this for play." "Honor bright," said Fred. They all went out and...
Tom marched them into the barn, where he and Mr. Jones had arranged the school-room. And a fine school-room the children thought it; better than those in the city to which some of them went every Sunday. There were two long piles of hay with boards laid on top of them,--one covered with a buffalo robe, the other with a...
Some of the little ones wanted to play, and began to throw hay at each other; but Tom put a stop to this; he had not brought them there to romp, he said, and those who wanted to be noisy must go away. Then he told them all to take their seats. Maggie had already taken hers on the end of one of the hay benches, with Bes...
Now Mamie saw how she had made the other children dislike her by her ill-humor and unkindness, and she did not find it at all pleasant to stand there and have them all saying they would not sit by her. "I want to go home," she said, while her face grew very red, and she looked as if she were going to cry. "Who is going...
"Oh, we are going to forget all that," said Tom. "Come, children, make room for Mamie." "This bench is full," said Lily, "she can't come here." Mamie began to cry. "There is plenty of room on the other bench," said Tom; "sit there, Mamie." "I don't want to," answered Mamie; "there's nothing but boys there, and I want t...
"Why," said Tom, "what a bad thing that would be, to begin our Sunday-school by having one of our little scholars go home because none of the rest will sit by her. That will never do." All this time Maggie had sat quite still, looking at Mamie. She was thinking of what Tom had said to her, and of being Jesus' little la...
Mamie took her hand down from her face and looked at Maggie with great surprise. "She wants some one to sit with her," said Maggie, "and I had better go." "Maggie is doing as she would be done by," said Tom. Then Maggie felt glad, for she knew she was doing right. "Come, Mamie," she said, and she took hold of Mamie's h...
"You are a good girl, Midget," said Harry, "and it's more than you deserve, Miss Mamie." "I don't care," said Mamie. "I love Maggie, and I don't love any of the rest of you, except only Tom." Here Tom called his school to order and said there must be no more talking, for he was going to read, and all must be quiet. He ...
Next, Tom read how Jesus was born in Bethlehem of Judea, in a rough stable and laid not in a pretty cradle such as their baby brothers and sisters slept in, but in a manger where the wise men of the east came and worshipped Him: and how after Joseph and Mary had been told by God to fly into the land of Egypt with the i...
Some of the children began to laugh when Gracie said this, but Tom said, "I have a better plan than that. I will say the first verse over three or four times, line by line, and you may repeat it after me; then we will sing it, and so go on with the next verse." This was done. Tom said the lines slowly and distinctly, a...
"Well, no, not much," said Maggie, "but I'll try to." "I wish you would," said Mamie; "and I wont snatch your things, nor slap you, nor do anything." "I'll love you if you do a favor to me," said Maggie. "Yes, I will, if it is not to give you my new crying baby."