Prattles For Our Boys and Girls.
Hurst & Co.: New York. 1912.
[Note: Artist’s name removed from illustration by publisher.]
“HE SAW SOMETHING VERY DROLL WAS GOING ON.”
“And as he looked, the little black holes turned into bright black eyes; the bits of stems were changed to legs and arms and feet and sprawling little bodies, that rolled and twisted, and skipped and jumped, and twinkled and whirled in endless reels and jigs; in short, he saw a whole village of jolly little fairy folk at their revels.
From the story “Nellie Ogg And Her Goats.”
Prattles For Our Boys and Girls.
Hurst & Co.: New York. 1912.
ON THE ISLAND.
. . . Old Janet settled herself a little further off, winking and blinking at thought of the pleasure at hand. For at these times Nellie told them stories; and if you think they did not understand, I can only say that it was Nellie’e belief that her goats understood every word.
From the story “Nellie Ogg And Her Goats.”
Prattles For Our Boys and Girls.
Hurst & Co.: New York. 1912.
“Jimmie,” said his brother Tom, as he gave the fish to his mamma, “let’s play we are sailors. We can use mamma’s tubs for boats, and fasten our flags onto them.”
“All right, Tom,” returned Jimmie, “we will play the tubs are battleships, and that we are the captains, and we can pretend to shoot big cannons at each other.”
This was great fun, and went along nicely until Jimmie got so excited that he tipped over his boat, and then there was a great squealing.
The Tale of Jimmie Piggy.
By Marjorie Manners
The Platt & Nourse Co.: New York. 1918.
“They’ve had their bowl mended, and now they are going off on another voyage.”
“Come on,” said a boy to the Man. “Come and see them off.”
“See who off?”
“Why, the Three Wise Men of Gotham. They’ve had their bowl mended, and now they are going off on another voyage.”
So they all ran down to the beach, and there to be sure, was a very large bowl tossing around on the ocean, which wasn’t of salt water at all, like that at Squirrel Island, but made all of lemonade.
“All ashore going ashore!” called out the wisest of the Wisemen, and pulled up the dictionary which they used as an anchor, and pushed the bowl off the shore with a lemonade ladle. All the little boys and girls screamed “Good-bye! Good-bye!” and began to play having a tea-party.
“A STORY FOR FRANCES” from
In The Miz.
Written by Grace E. Ward.
Illustrations by Clara E. Atwood.
Little, Brown, & Co.: Boston. 1904.
The Mayday Dance.
The Fairies dance with song and shout,
And some trip in and some trip out
Around a Dandelion tall
Whene’er they hold their Mayday ball.
Swinging, swinging, see them bend,
Hear their voices sweetly blend
With the silvery fairy strains
While they weave their Daisy chains.
A YEAR WITH THE FAIRIES.
Written by Anna M. Scott.
Illustrations by M. T. Ross.
Published by P. F. Volland & Co.: Chicago. 1914.
“THEN I STOOD OFF AND TOLD HIM TO HOLD UP HIS HANDS.”
I told my chum Pa was a coward, and we fixed up like burglars, with masks on, and I had Pa’s long hunting boots on, and we pulled caps down over our eyes, and looked fit to frighten a policeman . . . I put the cold muzzle of the ice revolver to Pa’s temple, and when he woke up I told him if he moved a muscle or said a word I would splatter the wall and the counterpane with his brains.
Peck’s Bad Boy and His Pa.
Written by George W. Peck.
Illustrated by True Williams.
W. B. Conkey Company. 1900.
The place was full of lovely floating bubbles, which gave to the room the strange wonderful brightness which it had.
. . . “They’re bubbles of happy laughter,” he said solemnly. “The little laughter bubbles the fairies give to all babies when they’re born, and keep on giving, giving, till the world won’t let the babies use them any more. Sometimes, very, very seldom, there are men and women who are still getting bubbles of happy laughter from the treasure house of Zur. They’re wonderful people to know, but they’re very scarce.”
The Magical House of Zur.
By Mary Dickerson Donahey.
Barse & Hopkins: New York. 1914.
“Ground-Hog Day.”
Now, listen to my proclamation,
Each Gnome, and Spirit, and Fay,
And mind no weather-man but me,
For this is Ground-Hog Day.
When Lady Spring my shadow sees
In fright she runs away,
But since my shadow I have hid,
Miss Spring will come to stay.
A Year With the Fairies.
By Anna M. Scott.
Illustrations by M. T. (Penny) Ross.
Published by P. F. Volland & Co.: Chicago, U.S.A. 1914.