Now, what do you think of Cousin Ethel’s little foxterrier. From the very moment that his eyes opened and he could waddle about, he was in trouble, and that has continued ever since. His name is Scamp, which suits him very well, and he is four months old next Thursday.
Last Monday he distinguished himself by stealing a bone nearly as big as himself. Cook had something to say to this, and Scamp still feels very sore, but he is friendly with Cook all the same: he thinks it best to keep in with her.
Our Dear Dogs
Father Tuck’s Happy Hour Series
Raphael Tuck & Sons, Ltd.: London-Paris-Berlin-New York-Montreal. Printed in the Fine Art Works in Saxony.
Publishers to Their Majesties The King & Queen, & Her Majesty Queen Alexandra. Ca 1910.
John belongs to my brother. He is not beautiful but is kind-hearted and good-tempered. My brother says bull-dogs are not half so bad as they look, which I think is a good thing, for some of them look terrible creatures, and I always feel inclined to cross over the way when I see one coming.
Our Dear Dogs
Father Tuck’s Happy Hour Series
Raphael Tuck & Sons, Ltd.: London-Paris-Berlin-New York-Montreal. Printed in the Fine Art Works in Saxony.
Publishers to Their Majesties The King & Queen, & Her Majesty Queen Alexandra. Ca 1910.
Jim is very young. He belongs to the coachman’s son. He is a careless dog and never looks where he is going. If there is a mud puddle about, he is sure to fall into it. If there is a sack of coal in the yard, Jim is sure to rub against it, so Jim is usually very dirty, and as we won’t let him mix with the other dogs unless he is clean, he has to be washed every other day, which makes him very sorrowful.
Our Dear Dogs
Father Tuck’s Happy Hour Series
Raphael Tuck & Sons, Ltd.: London-Paris-Berlin-New York-Montreal. Printed in the Fine Art Works in Saxony.
Publishers to Their Majesties The King & Queen, & Her Majesty Queen Alexandra. Ca 1910.
When the Fairchild family went South to live, they engaged an old colored woman to cook for them. When she came, she brought with her little twin grandchildren, Pete and Abram. Betty Fairchild had not seen very many colored babies in her life, and she went quite wild with delight over these.
“Oh!” she said, “I wish I could keep them for my own, forever and always.”
But the trouble was that Pete and Abram did not want to be kept; they liked the little cabin where they had lived before better than Mr. Fairchild’s big house, and every morning they ran away, and their poor grandmother had to stop her work to run after them. Betty complained about it bitterly.
At the birth of her first child the Queen was overjoyed. She had quite forgotten the queer little man, when one day he slipped into her chamber and said: “Where is the child you promised me?”
Then she was in sore distress. In vain she offered him all the treasures of the kingdom. But as the queer little man tucked the royal baby snugly under his arm, she gave such a cry that his odd little heart, like a dry currant, softened and he said: “I will give you three days to guess my name. If you can do it, you may keep the child.” And he dropped the baby with a bump back into the cradle.
From the Story: RUMPEL-STILT-SKIN, OR TOM TIT TOT.
ONCE UPON A TIME – A BOOK OF OLD-TIME FAIRY TALES.
“Billy was hoping he could swing the cage so far it would turn upside down and spill Miss. Polly out.” Billy Whiskers in the Movies. By Frances Trego Montgomery. Illustrated by Paul Hawthorne. The Saafield Publishing Company: Akron, Ohio and New York. 1921.
“Polly, seeing she was safe, began to screech again, but only got as far as ‘Stink p-o-t!’ When with a bound Billy was after her again, and this time as he ran he gave a jump and bounded up high enough to knock the cage off its hook . . .”
“It looked so intolerably absurd to see hogs on cushioned thrones.” Circe’s Palace Tanglewood Tales Nathaniel Hawthorne Illustrated By: Milo Winter Rand McNally & Company: Chicago & New York. 1913
Whatever little fault they might find with the dishes, they sat at dinner a prodigiously long while; and it would really have made you ashamed to see how they swilled down the liquor and gobbled up the food. They sat on golden thrones, to be sure; but they behaved like pigs in a sty; and, if they had had their wits about them, they might have guessed that this was the opinion of their beautiful hostess and her maidens. It brings a blush to my face to rekcon up, in my own mind, what mountains of meat and pudding, and what gallons of wine, these two and twenty guzzlers and gormandizers ate and drank. They forgot all about their homes, and their wives and children, and all about Ulysses, and everything else, except this banquet, at which they wanted to keep feasting forever. But at length they began to give over, from mere incapacity to hold any more.
“That last bit of fat is too much for me,” said one.
“And I have not room for another morsel,” said his next neighbor, heaving a sigh. “What a pity! My appetite is as sharp as ever.”
In short, they all left off eating, and leaned back on their thrones, with such a stupid and helpless aspect as made them ridiculous to behold. When their hostess saw this, she laughed aloud; so did her four damsels; so did the two and twenty serving men that bore dishes, and their two and twenty fellows who poured out the wine. And the louder they laughed, the more stupid and helpless did the two and twenty gormandizers look. Then the beautiful woman took her stand in the middle of the saloon, and stretching out a slender rod (it had been all the while in her hand, although they never noticed it till this moment), she turned it from one guest to another, until each had felt it pointed at himself. Beautiful as her face was, and though there was a smile on it, it looked just as wicked and mischievous as the ugliest serpent that ever was seen; and fat-witted as the voyagers had made themselves, they began to suspect that they had fallen into the power of an evil-minded enchantress.
“Wretches,” cried she, “you have abused a lady’s hospitality; and in this princely saloon your behavior has been suited to a hog-pen. You are already swine in everything but human form, which you disgrace, and which I myself should be ashamed to keep a moment longer, were you to share it with me. But it will require only the slightest exercise of magic to make the exterior conform to the hoggish disposition. Assume your proper shapes, gormandizers, and be gone to the sty!”
Uttering these last words, she waved her wand; and stamping her foot imperiously, each of the guests was struck aghast at beholding, instead of his comrades in human shape, one and twenty hogs sitting on the same number of golden thrones. Each man (as he still supposed himself to be) essayed to give a cry of surprise, but found that he could merely grunt, and that, in a word, he was just such another beast as his companions. It looked so intolerably absurd to see hogs on cushioned thrones, that they made haste to wallow down upon all fours, like other swine. They tried to groan and beg for mercy, but forthwith emitted the most awful grunting and squealing that ever came out of swinish throats. They would have wrung their hands in despair, but, attempting to do so, grew all the more desperate for seeing themselves squatted on their hams, and pawing the air with their fore trotters. Dear me! What pendulous ears they had! What little red eyes, half buried in fat! And what long snouts instead of Grecian noses!
But brutes as they certainly were, they yet had enough human nature in them to be shocked at their own hideousness; and still intending to groan, they uttered a viler grunt and squeal than before. So harsh and ear-piercing it was, that you would have fancied a butcher was sticking his knife into each of their throats, or, at the very least, that somebody was pulling every hog by his funny little twist of a tail.
“Be gone to your sty!” cried the enchantress, giving them some smart stokes with her wand . . .
The Little Mermaid Hans Andersen’s Fairy Tales. By William Woodburn. Illustrated by Gordon Robinson. W. & R. Chambers, Limited: London & Edinburgh. 1917.
‘Your beautiful form,’ replied the witch, ‘your graceful movements, and speaking eyes. With such as these, it will be easy to win a vain human heart. Well, now, have you lost courage? Put out your little tongue, that I may cut it off, and take it for myself, in return for my magic drink.’
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