The Nursery, July 1881, Vol. XXX: A Monthly Magazine for Youngest ReadersVarious
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The Nursery, July 1881, Vol. XXX: A Monthly Magazine for Youngest Readers
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THE
NURSERY
_A Monthly Magazine_
FOR YOUNGEST READERS.
VOLUME XXX.--No. 1.
BOSTON:
THE NURSERY PUBLISHING COMPANY,
NO. 36 BROMFIELD STREET.
1881.
Entered according to act of Congress, in the year 1881, by
THE NURSERY PUBLISHING COMPANY,
In the Office of the Librarian of Congress at Washington.
[Illustration: JOHN WILSON & SON UNIVERSITY PRESS]
[Illustration: Contents.]
IN PROSE.
PAGE
Hide and Seek 193
Flowers for Mamma 195
Outwitted 197
Zip Coon 199
The Fuss in the Poultry-Yard 201
Our Charley 206
Drawing-Lesson 209
More about "Parley-voo" 210
The old Pump 214
Winter on Lake Constance 215
Swan-upping 216
The Man in the Moon 219
The Boy and the Cat 220
IN VERSE.
Hammock Song 196
Rosie and the Pigs 198
What's up 203
Minding Mother 204
Peet-Weet 207
Baby's Ride 212
Baby-Brother 222
Under Green Leaves (_with music_) 224
[Illustration]
[Illustration: HIDE AND SEEK.
VOL. XXX.--NO. 1.]
HIDE-AND-SEEK.
WHERE is Charley? Where can the boy have gone? Just now he was here by
my side. Now he is out of my sight. I will call him. 'Charley, Charley,
my boy! where are you?'
"No answer. Hark! I hear a noise up in that tree. Can that be Charley?
Oh, no! It is a bird. 'Little bird, have you seen a small boy with curly
hair? Tell me where to look for him.'
"The bird will not tell me. I must ask the squirrel. 'Squirrel, have you
seen a boy with rosy cheeks?' Away goes the squirrel into a hole without
saying a word.
"Ah! there goes a butterfly. I will ask him. 'Butterfly, have you seen a
boy, with black eyes, rosy cheeks, and curly hair?' The butterfly lights
on a bush. Now he flies again. Now he is off without making any reply.
"Dear me! what shall I do? Is my little boy lost in the woods? Must I go
home without him? Oh, how can I live without my boy!"
Out pops a laughing face from the bushes.
"Here I am, mamma!" says Charley. "Don't cry. Here I am close by you."
"Why, so you are. Come out here, you little rogue, and tell me where you
have been all this time."
"I have been right behind this tree, and I heard every word you said,"
says Charley.
"What a joke that was! Why, Charley, you must have kept still for as
much as three minutes. I never knew you to do that before."
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