Produced by Emmy, Juliet Sutherland and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net THE NURSERY _A Monthly Magazine_ FOR YOUNGEST READERS. VOLUME XIII.--No. 6 BOSTON: JOHN L. SHOREY, No. 36 BROMFIELD STREET. 1873. Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1873, BY JOHN L. SHOREY, In the Office of the Librarian of Congress at Washington. BOSTON: RAND, AVERY, & CO., STEREOTYPERS AND PRINTERS. [Illustration: Contents] N PROSE. PAGE. The Children at Grandmother's 161 The Flying Wood-Sawyer 163 Papa's Story 167 About Bees 171 Bad Luck 174 Cherry and Fair Star 176 About some Indians 181 Playing Tableaux 183 Little Mischief 186 IN VERSE. The Old Blind Man and his Granddaughter 165 Dixie 169 The Fat Little Piggies 178 A Song of Noses 180 A-Maying 185 The Seasons 188 [Illustration] [Illustration: THE CHILDREN AT GRANDMOTHER'S.] THE CHILDREN AT GRANDMOTHER'S. [Illustration: T]HERE was once a grandmother who had fourteen little grandchildren. Some of them were cousins to one another; and some were brothers and sisters. This grandmother lived in an old, old cottage not far from the sea-beach. The cottage had a long sloping roof; and there was an elm-tree in front of it. One fair day in June, the boys went down to the sea-beach to bathe, and the girls went out on the lawn to play. Some of them thought they would play "hunt the slipper." But little Emma Darton, who was a cousin to the rest, said, "I promised my mother I would not sit down on the grass: so, if you play 'hunt the slipper,' I must not play with you; for in that game you have to sit." Then her Cousin Julia replied, "Nonsense, Emma! It is a bright warm day. Don't you see the grass is quite dry? Come, you must not act and talk like an old woman of sixty. Come and join in our game." But Emma said, "When I make a promise, I always try to keep it. If to do that is to be like an old woman of sixty, then I am glad I am like one." "You are the oldest-talking little witch I ever knew for a five-year-old," cried Julia. "If you don't look out, you'll not live half your days." "I think Emma is right," said Marian, another cousin. "So, if you insist on sitting on the grass, Emma and I will go and sit by ourselves on the trunk of the old fallen tree."