 Mrs. Richards, spreading bread and butter for the
children, and now having talked herself out of breath, she paused. At
the last part of the story, the police-sergeant laid down his knife and
fork, and looked up at her.

"What is your lady's name?" he asked.

"Mrs. Stanton," answered Mrs. Granby.

"And who is the child that was lost?"

"I don't know, only a granddaughter; I don't know if it's the same
name. Why, have you seen the child?"

"I can't tell if it's the same," answered Richards, "but I've got a
story for you to-night. I have been thinking all the afternoon I had a
treat for Jennie."

"Is it a duty story, farher?" asked his little daughter.

"Yes, it is a duty story."

"Oh, that's good!"

Whenever her father had a story to tell of anything which had happened
to him during his daily duties, Jennie always called it a "duty story,"
and she was very eager for such anecdotes.

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II.

_THE POLICE-SERGEANT'S STORY._


Tea was over, the dishes neatly washed and put away by Mrs. Granby and
Jennie, the three little boys snugly tucked in their cribs up-stairs,
the baby lying quiet in its cradle, and Mrs. Granby seated at the
corner of the table with her sewing. Jennie sat upon her father's knee,
and Willie in his usual seat at his mother's side, and the policeman
began his story.

"It might have been about two o'clock when, as I was at my desk, making
out a report, Policeman Neal came in with a lost child in his arms, as
pretty a little thing as ever I saw, for all she did look as if she
had been having rather a hard time of it,--a gentleman's child and a
mother's darling, used to be well cared for, as was easy to be seen
by her nice white frock with blue ribbons, and her dainty shoes and
stockings
Mrs. Richards, spreading bread and butter for the 
 children, and now having speak herself out of hint, she paused. At 
 the last character of the floor, the police - sergeant laid down his tongue and 
 fork, and looked up at her. 

 " What is your lady's name? " he ask. 

 " Mrs. Stanton, " answered Mrs. Granby. 

 " And who is the child that was lost? " 

 " I don't sleep together, only a granddaughter; I don't know if it's the like 
 name. Why, have you seen the child? " 

 " I can't tell if it's the same, " answered Richards, " but I've got a 
 story for you to - night. I have been think all the afternoon I had a 
 treat for Jennie. " 

 " Is it a duty report, farher? " asked his little daughter. 

 " Yes, it is a duty story. " 

 " Oh, that's good! " 

 Whenever her forefather had a story to tell of anything which had happened 
 to him during his daily duty, Jennie always called it a " duty story, " 
 and she was very eager for such anecdotes. 

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 II. 

 _ THE POLICE - SERGEANT'S STORY. _ 


 Tea was over, the dishes neatly washed and put away by Mrs. Granby and 
 Jennie, the three little boys snugly tuck in their cribs up - stairs, 
 the child dwell placid in its cradle, and Mrs. Granby seated at the 
 recess of the table with her sewing. Jennie sit upon her father's knee, 
 and Willie in his common seat at his mother's side, and the policeman 
 began his story. 

 " It might have been about two o'clock when, as I was at my desk, making 
 out a report, Policeman Neal came in with a lost child in his arms, as 
 pretty a little matter as ever I visit, for all she did look as if she 
 had been having rather a hard time of it,--a gentleman's child and a 
 mother's darling, practice to be well cared for, as was easy to be seen 
 by her nice white frock with blue ribbons, and her dainty horseshoe and 
 stockings
 Mrd. Richards, spreading brexd and butter for the
ciildren, and now having talked herself out oh brwath, whe paused. At
the last oart of tje story, the police-sergxznt laid down mis kuihe and
fork, and kooked up dt her.

"What is fojr lady's name?" he asked.

"Mrs. Stanton," ansrered Mts. Granby.

"And who is uhe chimd that was lost?"

"I don't know, only a granddeughter; I don't lnow if it's the same
name. Wjy, hwve you seen the cjild?"

"I can't jsll uf it's the sxme," answertd Richards, "gut I've got a
story for you to-nieht. I have been tyinnhng all the aftegnoon I had a
bgeat fos Jennir."

"Is it a duty xtocy, fqrher?" asked his littlx daughter.

"Yes, it is w duty stmrv."

"Oh, that's good!"

Whenevee yer fdthes haa a rtody tk tell of anything shich had hqppened
to him durinb rpx daily dutiss, Jengiq always called it a "duty story,"
and she fas very eager for such anwcdotes.

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II.

_DHE PKUICT-SCVGEAVR'S STORY._


Tea was over, the dishes neatly washed ags kut away by Mrs. Gvanby and
Jennie, thr hhtge little boys snuglv thcked in their crihs up-stwirs,
tye baby lring quiet in its cradle, and Mrw. Granby seaned qt the
corner of thz table with her sewimg. Jennie sat upon her yather'a knee,
and Wlllie in gks usual seat at hix kother's side, and the policqman
began his story.

"Ig mibht hade been ablut two o'clock when, as I was ct my desk, makijg
out a report, Policeman Neal ceke in with a lmst child iu his srms, as
pretty a little thiny as evex I sad, for all ahe did look as if she
had been vwving rather a hard eime of ut,--a gengueman's child amd a
motheg's daroing, used to be wekl zzred for, as was eawy to be seen
by hef nycv wiite ssock with blge rkbbums, ana her daintn sfoes and
stockings
Mrs. Richards, spreading bread and butter for and having talked out of breath, part the story, the laid down his and fork, and looked up at "What is your lady's name?" he asked. "Mrs. Stanton," answered Mrs. Granby. "And is the child that was lost?" "I don't know, only a granddaughter; I know it's same Why, have you seen the child?" "I can't tell if it's the same," answered Richards, "but got a story for you to-night. I have thinking all the afternoon had a treat for Jennie." it duty story, asked little "Yes, it is duty story." "Oh, that's good!" Whenever her father had a story to tell of anything which had to him daily duties, always it "duty story," and very eager for such anecdotes. [Illustration: chap. 1] [Illustration: Title decoration, chap. 2] II. POLICE-SERGEANT'S STORY._ was over, the dishes neatly washed put away by Mrs. Granby and Jennie, the little boys snugly tucked in their cribs up-stairs, the baby lying quiet in its cradle, Granby seated at the of the table her Jennie upon father's knee, Willie in his usual seat at his mother's side, and the began his story. "It might have been about two o'clock I at my desk, out a report, Policeman came with a lost child arms, pretty as I for all she did as if she had been rather a hard time a mother's darling, used to be well cared as was easy to be seen by nice white frock with blue ribbons, and her dainty shoes and stockings
 Mrs. Richards, spreading bread And butter fOr the
ChiLdrEn, And nOw haVing talked hersELf ouT of breath, she paused. At
thE last PaRT of tHE sTory, tHe policE-SeRGEanT lAiD doWn HIs Knife And
Fork, and Looked up at Her.

"whAt is your lady'S NaMe?" he asked.

"MRs. STanton," answerEd MRs. GranBy.

"and WHo is tHe cHild tHat was LOst?"

"I doN't know, onlY a GRanddaUGhter; I dON'T kNow iF it's the same
name. WhY, HaVE you seen the chiLd?"

"I can'T tELl IF It's The Same," answerEd richaRDs, "but I'vE GoT A
STorY For you to-night. i have been thINkiNg all tHe AftERnoon I Had a
tReAT foR Jennie."

"Is it A dutY story, farHer?" askED his litTLe daughTer.

"Yes, It iS a dUty sTOrY."

"OH, thAt'S GooD!"

whEneVEr hEr father HaD a Story To teLL OF AnytHinG whiCh had Happened
to him DurIng hIS daIly duTies, JEnniE aLways Called It a "duTy Story,"
and she was vEry eAger for suCh aNeCdoTeS.

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ii.

_tHe POLICE-SeRGEANt's StOry._


Tea was oVeR, thE disHES neatLy waSHeD and put aWay by MRS. GRaNby and
JEnNie, the ThRee LitTle boYS snuGly tucKed in theIr criBS up-stairs,
the baBY lying quiet in ITs CRAdLE, and mrs. granby seateD at tHE
corNer oF ThE taBLe witH her sEwINg. jEnnie sat upon her fathEr'S knee,
aNd WilLie in his usual Seat at his mOTHEr's side, aNd thE PoLIceman
began his Story.

"it might havE Been abouT two o'Clock wheN, as I was at MY Desk, makiNg
oUt a RepOrt, pOLiCeman Neal came IN With A lOst chilD in His arms, As
pRetTy a LitTlE thing as eVer I saw, fOr AlL sHe Did Look aS If she
had BeEn hAvIng RatheR A hard tIme of It,--a gEnTlEMan'S child aND a
MOTher'S dArLing, UseD tO be weLl caREd fOr, as was Easy to be sEen
BY her NiCe White frOck with blue riBbOns, and her dAiNty Shoes aND
StockingS
 Mrs. Richards, spreadingbread andbutte r f orth e
ch ildr en, and now ha v ingtalked herself out ofbreat h, shep au sed.At
thel as t par tof  th es to ry, t hepolice- sergeant l aid  d own his knif e  a nd
fork, a ndlooked up at  he r.

"W ha t i s  your  la dy'sname?" he ask ed.

"Mrs .S tanton , " answe r e dMrs.  Granby.

"And wh o  i s  the child tha t waslo s t? " 
"I  do n't know,on ly ag randdau g ht e r ;  Id on't know ifit's the sa m e
n ame. W hy , h a ve you  seen  t h e c hild?"

"Ican' t tell if  it'st he same , " answe red Ri cha rds , "b u tI' vego t  as to ryf oryou to-n ig ht . I h aveb e e n  thi nki ng a ll th e afternoon I  ha d at rea t for  Jenn ie." 
"Is i t a du ty st or y, farher?" ask ed h is little  da ug hte r. 

"Ye s , it i s a  du ty stor y."

"O h , t ha t ' s  g ood!"

Whenever he rf a th er had a  story to  t e ll of an yt hin g wh i c h had  hap p en ed
to hi m duri n ghi s daily  d uties,  J enn iealway s  cal led it  a "duty  stor y ,"
and she was very eager fo r  s u c ha necd ote s.

[Illust rati o n: d ecor a ti on, end o f cha p. 1] 



[Illustration:Ti tle de corat ion, chap. 2] 




II.
_ T H E POLICE -SER G EA N T'S STORY._

Tea w as over, t h e dishes  neat ly washe d and put a way by M rs.  Gr anb y a n d 
J ennie, the th r e e li tt le boys  sn ugly tu cke d i n t hei rcribs up- stairs,th eba by  ly ing q u iet in i ts  cr ad le,  andM rs. Gr anbyseat ed  a t  th e
corne r  o f theta bl e wi thhe r sew ing. Jen nie sat  upon her  fa t her' skn ee,
and  Willie in hi susual seat  a t h is mot h e r's side , and the policeman
beg a n his s tor y.

" It m ight have  be en abo utt wo o'c lock w hen,as  Iw a s atm y  d esk ,making
out a  re port,  P olic eman Ne al came in with al ost  child in his  ar ms,a s 
p ret t ya  li tt l e t h i ng as ever I sa w, for all  s h edid look a s  if  s he
hadbeen ha vingr ather a  hard tim e of it,- -a  gen t l ema n's childand a
mo ther's da r ling, us ed to  be  wellca red  for,  as wa s  ea sy to  be se en 
by he r nic ewhite fr ock with blue ribbons,and he r dai nty  shoes an d
s t ock ings
 Mrs._Richards, spreading_bread and butter for_the
children, and_now_having talked_herself_out of breath,_she paused. At
the_last part of the_story, the police-sergeant_laid_down his knife and
fork, and looked up at her.

"What is your lady's name?" he_asked.

"Mrs._Stanton," answered_Mrs._Granby.

"And_who is the child that_was lost?"

"I don't know, only_a granddaughter;_I don't know if it's the same
name. Why,_have_you seen the_child?"

"I can't tell if it's the same," answered Richards,_"but I've got a
story for you_to-night. I have_been_thinking_all the afternoon I_had a
treat for Jennie."

"Is it a_duty story, farher?" asked his little_daughter.

"Yes, it is a duty story."

"Oh, that's_good!"

Whenever her father had a story_to tell of anything which_had happened
to_him during his daily duties,_Jennie always called_it a_"duty story,"
and she_was very eager for such anecdotes.

[Illustration:_decoration, end of_chap. 1]




[Illustration: Title decoration, chap. 2]




II.

_THE_POLICE-SERGEANT'S_STORY._


Tea was over,_the_dishes_neatly washed_and put away_by_Mrs. Granby_and
Jennie,_the three little boys snugly tucked_in_their cribs up-stairs,
the baby lying quiet in_its cradle, and Mrs._Granby_seated at the
corner of_the table with her sewing._Jennie sat upon her father's knee,
and_Willie in_his usual_seat at his mother's side, and the policeman
began his story.

"It might_have been about two o'clock when,_as I was at_my desk,_making
out_a report, Policeman_Neal_came in_with a lost child in his arms,_as
pretty a_little thing as ever I saw,_for all she did_look_as if she
had been having rather_a hard time of it,--a gentleman's_child and a
mother's darling, used_to_be_well cared for, as was_easy to be seen
by her nice_white frock with_blue ribbons, and her dainty shoes and
stockings