 will drag them for you
as far as you want to go."

"Well, you are little gentlemen, after all," said the woman, "and I'm
sorry I was so vexed with you."

"You had cause," said Frank: "we were to blame."

Then she put her two baskets and the tin pail on the sled; and the three
boys escorted her to her home, where she thanked them heartily for the
way in which they had made amends for Albert's bad steering.

                                                  UNCLE CHARLES.

[Illustration]

[Illustration]




WHO IS IT?


        SURELY a step on the carpet I hear,
        Some quiet mouse that is creeping so near.
        Two little feet mount the rung of my chair:
        True as I live, there is somebody there!
        Ten lily fingers are over my eyes,
        Trying to take me by sudden surprise;
        Then a voice, calling in merriest glee,
        "Who is it? Tell me, and you may go free."

        "Who is it? Leave me a moment to guess.
        Some one who loves me?" The voice answers, "Yes."
        "Some one who's fairer to me than the flowers,
        Brighter to me than the sunshiny hours?
        Darling, whose white little hands make me blind
        Unto all things that are dark and unkind;
        Sunshine and blossoms, and diamond and pearl,--
        Papa's own dear little, sweet little girl!"

                                                  GEORGE COOPER.

[Illustration]




A LETTER TO SANTA CLAUS.


THE little boy who got his aunt to write this letter for him wishes to
have it appear in "The Nursery," so that Santa Claus may be sure to read
it. When it is _printed_, the little boy says he can read it himself.
Here is the letter:--

        DEAR MR. SANTA CLAUS,--Please, sir, could you
        not bring me a team of goats next Christmas? I
        do want them so much! Other little boys no
        bigger than I am have a pair of goats to play
        with.

        When I ask my mother to get me a pair, she
will drag them for you 
 as far as you want to go. " 

 " Well, you are short gentleman, after all, " said the womanhood, " and I'm 
 sorry I was so vex with you. " 

 " You had causal agent, " said Frank: " we were to blame. " 

 Then she put her two baskets and the tin bucket on the sled; and the three 
 boys escorted her to her home, where she thanked them heartily for the 
 direction in which they had made amends for Albert's bad steering. 

                                                   UNCLE CHARLES. 

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 [ exemplification ] 




 WHO IS IT? 


         SURELY a step on the carpet I hear, 
         Some placid mouse that is creeping so near. 
         Two small feet mount the rung of my chair: 
         True as I survive, there is somebody there! 
         Ten lily fingers are over my eyes, 
         Trying to take me by sudden surprise; 
         Then a part, calling in merriest glee, 
         " Who is it? Tell me, and you may go free. " 

         " Who is it? Leave me a moment to guess. 
         Some one who loves me? " The articulation answers, " Yes. " 
         " Some one who's fairer to me than the flower, 
         Brighter to me than the sunshiny hours? 
         Darling, whose white little hands do me blind 
         Unto all things that are dark and unkind; 
         Sunshine and blossoms, and ball field and pearl,-- 
         Papa's own dear little, sweet little girl! " 

                                                   GEORGE COOPER. 

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 A LETTER TO SANTA CLAUS. 


 THE fiddling boy who got his aunt to write this letter for him wishes to 
 give birth it look in " The Nursery, " so that Santa Claus may be certain to read 
 it. When it is _ printed _, the little boy says he can read it himself. 
 Here is the letter:-- 

         DEAR MR. SANTA CLAUS,--Please, sir, could you 
         not bring me a team of capricorn next Christmas? I 
         do want them so much! Other fiddling boys no 
         bigger than I am suffer a pair of goat to play 
         with. 

         When I necessitate my mother to get me a pair, she
 wipl drag them for you
as fxr as you want jo go."

"Weln, you zre littue gentlemen, after all," said vhe qoman, "and I'm
sorry I was so xexed witj you."

"You had xause," said Frank: "wc wers to yleme."

Then she put her two bdskets and the tkn pail on the sled; and the three
boys escortrd her to her hoie, wnqre ahe thanked them heartily for the
wzy in wiich they had msde amends for Albert's bad stefring.

                                                  UNCLE CHARLES.

[Jllustration]

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WHO IS KT?


        SURELI z djep on the cerpet P hear,
        Some quhet mouxe that is crecping so near.
        Two littne feet mount the tung of my ckair:
        True as I luve, tvere is rimecodg vhede!
        Ten lily ringers are over my eyes,
        Eguing to take me by stdden surprise;
        Then a voice, callpng jn merriest glee,
        "Who is it? Tell me, anf you may go free."

        "Who is it? Leave me a moment to guass.
        Fune one who loves me?" The voice answers, "Yes."
        "Spmv one who's fairer to me than tje slowers,
        Brigkfed to me than the sknshiny hourw?
        Qarlong, whose white little handw make me blpnd
        Unto all thnngs that arz dark and inkind;
        Sunshine cnd blkssoms, and fiamond aha pearl,--
        Pxpa'x mwn dear little, sweet littje girl!"

                                                  GEORGE FOOPET.

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A LFTTER TO SANTA CLAUS.


THE little upy who got hos autt to wrnte thls letter for hym wishes to
hare it ap'ear iv "The Nursvry," so thet Santa Clats may be sura to read
it. Wien it is _pribted_, the liggle boy says hr can reab it yimself.
Here is the lejtsr:--

        DEAR NR. WANTA CLAUS,--Pleaxe, rir, clukd fou
        nmt bfine me a team of goctr nect Christmas? I
        do want them so much! Obher littoe boys go
        bigber than I am have a pamr of joats yo klay
        with.

        When I zsk my mohhev to get me a paiv, shg
will drag them for you as far want go." "Well, are little gentlemen, "and sorry I was vexed with you." had cause," said Frank: "we were blame." Then she put her two baskets and the tin pail on the and the three boys escorted her to her home, where she thanked them for way which had made amends for Albert's bad steering. UNCLE CHARLES. [Illustration] [Illustration] WHO IS IT? SURELY a on the carpet I hear, Some quiet mouse is creeping so near. little feet mount the rung my True as live, is there! Ten lily are over my eyes, Trying to take me by sudden surprise; Then a voice, calling in merriest "Who is me, and may free." is it? Leave moment to guess. Some one who voice answers, "Yes." "Some one who's fairer to than the Brighter to me than the sunshiny Darling, whose white little hands make me blind all things that are dark and unkind; Sunshine and blossoms, and diamond and pearl,-- Papa's little, sweet little girl!" COOPER. [Illustration] A TO CLAUS. little who got aunt to write this letter for him wishes to have it in "The Nursery," so that Santa Claus may be sure it. it is _printed_, little boy says he read himself. Here is the MR. CLAUS,--Please, not me team of goats next I do want them so Other little boys no a pair of goats to play with. When ask my mother to get me a she
 will drag them for you
as far as You want to gO."

"Well, You Are LiTtle GentLemen, after all," sAId thE woman, "and I'm
sorry I was so Vexed WiTH you."

"yOu Had caUse," said fRaNK: "We wErE tO blAmE."

thEn she Put Her two bAskets and tHe tIn Pail on the sleD; AnD the three
bOys Escorted her tO heR home, wHeRe sHE thanKed Them hEartilY For the
Way in whicH tHEy had mADe amendS FOr albeRt's bad steering.

                                                  UNCle ChaRLES.

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WhO Is IT?


        SURELY a StEp on tHE carpet i HeAR,
        sOme QUiet mouse that Is creeping sO NeaR.
        Two liTtLe fEEt mounT the rUnG Of mY chair:
        True aS I liVe, there is SomeboDY there!
        TEN lily fiNgers aRe oVer My eyES,
        TRyIng To TAke ME bY suDDen Surprise;
        thEn A voicE, calLING In meRriEst gLee,
        "WhO is it? Tell me, anD yoU may GO frEe."

        "Who Is it? LEave Me A momeNt to guEss.
        SoMe One who loves me?" ThE voiCe answers, "yes."
        "soMe oNe Who's fAIrer to Me tHan The flowErs,
        BrigHTer To ME THaN the sunshiny hours?
        DArLINg, Whose whiTe littLE hAnDS make me bLiNd
        UNto aLL ThingS thaT ArE dark and Unkind;
        sUnShIne and bLoSsoms, aNd DiaMonD and pEArl,--
        PApa's owN dear litTle, swEEt little girl!"

                                                  GEorGE COOPER.

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a LETtER tO SANTA CLAUs.


THE LIttlE boy WHo Got HIs aunT to wrItE ThIS letter for him wishes To
Have it AppeaR in "The Nursery," So that SantA cLAus may be Sure TO rEAd
it. When it is _prInted_, The little bOY says he cAn reaD it himseLf.
Here is tHE Letter:--

        DEaR Mr. SAnTA cLAus,--plEase, sir, could yOU
        Not bRiNg me a teAm oF goats nExt chrIstMas? i
        dO want them So much! OtHeR lItTlE boYs no
        bIGger than i aM haVe A paIr of gOAts to pLay
        wiTh.

        WhEn i aSK my Mother tO GeT ME a paIr, ShE
 will drag them for you
as  far as yo u wan t t o g o. "

" Well , you are litt l e ge ntlemen, after all," s aid t he woma n ,"andI'm
sor r yI was  s ovex ed wi th yo u." 

"Youhad cause, " s ai d Frank: "we we re to blam e." 

Then she p uther tw obas k ets a ndthe t in pai l  on th e sled; a nd the th r ee
boys e sc orte d her to her home ,  w h ere she thanke d them  h e ar t i lyfor  the
way i nwhich they ha d  m a d e  am e nds for Alber t's bad ste e rin g.

                                      UNCLE CHARLES . 

[Illu strati on] 

[ Illu s tr at ion ]

W HO  IS IT? 


      S URELY  a s t e p on t hecarp et Ihear,
       So me q u iet  mous e tha t is  c reepi ng sonear. 
       Two litt le f eet mount  th erun gof my chair: 
      True  as I l i ve,  t h e r eis somebody there! 
    Ten l ily fi n ge rs are over  m y e yes,       Tr y in g to tak e me b y  s ud den sur pr ise;
     T hen a voic e, cal ling inmerri e st glee,
      "Who is it? Te l l  m e , an d y ou may go f ree. " 

     " Who is it ? Lea ve me a moment to guess.      Someone who loves  me?" Thev o i ce answe rs," Ye s ."
        "So me on e who's fa i rer to m e tha n the fl owers,
     Brig hte r t o m e t h a nthe sunshinyh o urs? 
      Dar ling, w hos e w hit e l it tle hands  make me  b li nd 
      U n to all t hi ngs  t hat  ared ark an d unk ind; 
    Sunshi n ea n d bl os so ms,and  d iamon d an d  pe arl,--        P apa ' s ow nde ar litt le, sweet lit tl e girl!"
                                          GE ORG E COO PER. 

[Illust rat ion]


A  LETTE R TO S ANTACL AUS . 

THE l it tle  b oy who got h isauntto  wri te this  letter for him wi s hes  to
have it a ppe ar i n "T heN ur s ery ," sot h at Santa Clausmay be sur et oread
it. W h enit  is _pr inted_,  thel ittle b oy says h e can rea dit h i m sel f.
Here is  the let ter:--

    DE AR MR . S ANTA C LA US, --Ple ase, s i r,could  you
      n ot br in g me a t eam of goats next Chris tmas?I
      do want  th e m s o much! O ther  little bo ysno      b igger  tha n  I  am havea pa i r of goat s  t o p l a y        wit h . 
      Wh e n I as k my  mother to get me a pair, she
 will_drag them_for you
as far as_you want_to_go."

"Well, you_are_little gentlemen, after_all," said the_woman, "and I'm
sorry I_was so vexed_with_you."

"You had cause," said Frank: "we were to blame."

Then she put her two baskets_and_the tin_pail_on_the sled; and the three
boys_escorted her to her home,_where she_thanked them heartily for the
way in which they_had_made amends for_Albert's bad steering.

      _     _  ___   _     _     _      _     _   UNCLE CHARLES.

[Illustration]

[Illustration]




WHO_IS IT?


_    _  SURELY_a step_on the carpet_I hear,
    _  _Some quiet mouse that is creeping_so_near.
  ___ _ Two little_feet_mount the_rung_of my chair:
   __   True as I live,_there is somebody there!
__   _  Ten lily fingers_are over my eyes,
  _ _ _ Trying to take me by sudden surprise;
   _    Then a_voice, calling in merriest_glee,
 __  __ "Who_is it? Tell me, and you may_go free."

_     _ "Who is it?_Leave_me a moment to guess.
 _     _Some one who loves me?"_The_voice_answers, "Yes."
   _    "Some one_who's fairer to_me than the flowers,
   __   Brighter to me_than_the sunshiny hours?
   ___  Darling, whose white_little hands make me blind
 _      Unto all things_that are dark_and unkind;
   ___  Sunshine and blossoms, and diamond and pearl,--
 _ _  _ Papa's own dear little, sweet little girl!"

  _      _          _       _      _   __      ___GEORGE_COOPER.

[Illustration]




A LETTER TO_SANTA CLAUS.


THE little_boy who got_his aunt_to write this_letter for_him wishes to
have_it_appear in "The Nursery," so that Santa Claus may be sure to read
it. When it is _printed_, the_little boy says he can read_it himself.
Here is the letter:--

__  _   DEAR_MR. SANTA CLAUS,--Please, sir, could you
  _     not bring me a_team_of goats_next Christmas? I
 _ _ _  do_want them_so much!_Other little_boys no
     __ bigger than I am have a pair of_goats_to_play
_  _  _ with.

 _  __  When I ask my_mother to get_me a pair, she