_Father._ Wild rose; its fruit are Hips; they are kept, and we take them for coughs. That is broom; it has a bloom like a pea in shape, but it is yellow. _Boy._ There is a bush of it in bloom. _Father._ No: that is Furze, such as you see on heaths. Feel this; Broom does not prick like this. _Boy._ I will keep a leaf of each to show to James. _Father._ You may put them in a book, and write what I have told you. _Boy._ I will get all sorts of plants; and I will mark by each the name, the place, the bloom, the time when it blows, and the use which is made of it. [Illustration: Decoration] THE BABY HOUSE. IN WORDS OF SIX LETTERS. _First Girl._ My doll’s quilt is of chintz. What is this? _Second Girl._ French Print. _First Girl._ Let us take the doll up. _Second Girl._ With all my heart. _First Girl._ Where are her clothes? _Second Girl._ Here they are; some in this trunk, and some hang in the press. _First Girl._ Bless me! what a nice press! I have a trunk at home, in my doll’s house; but I have no press. _Second Girl._ Here are her linen and coat; those shoes are her best, do not put them on; take _these_. _First Girl._ What gown does she put on? _Second Girl._ Her white one. I will take it out, whilst you lace her stays. _First Girl._ What is her best cloak? _Second Girl._ White; with a neat blond-lace round it. _First Girl._ Mine has a muff; has your doll a muff? _Second Girl._ No, she has not; my aunt says she will teach me to do chain stitch; and then I am to work one. _First Girl._ What is her best dress? _Second Girl._ You shall see them all; there is the dress which I like best. _First Girl._ Why do you like it best? _Second Girl._ It is my dear mother’s work; see how neat it is; and there is a green silk. _First Girl._ My doll’s best dress is brown with a stripe of blue; and she has a white, wrought with a moss rose, a pink, and a large bunch of leaves: _that_ was her best, but it is just worn out now; she must leave it off soon. _Second Girl._ Why does she wear it so long? _First Girl._ I had a half-dollar to buy her a piece of silk; as I went in the coach with my aunt to buy it, we met a poor child who had no clothes, but the worst rags which you can think. _Second Girl._ And you gave it to her. My doll should wear her old gown for a long time, for the sake of such a use to put my half-dollar to. _First Girl._ I had more joy in that, than I could have had in my doll’s new dress. Dolls can not feel the want of clothes. _Second Girl._ Now let us go down stairs. [Illustration: Garden tools] THE COTTAGE GARDEN. _First Boy._ I see no toys—How do you pass your time? _Second Boy._ I feed the hens, and the ducks; I see the calf fed. _First Boy._ And what do you do else? _Second Boy._ I go out and see the men plough; I see them sow; and when I am good, they give me some corn. _First Boy._ And what do you do with it?