3. All round the fire were tiles with pictures on them, and there was a story to every picture. Hannah knew all the stories, and used to tell them to Nelly.

4. Tabby was black, with white paws, and a little white star under her chin.

She loved to sleep before the fire when she was tired of play.

5. At first, Julia the doll had beautiful curly hair. But it was short and ragged now, as if a mouse had gnawed it. Still, Nelly loved the poor doll just as well for all that. Every day she washed dolly's face, and brushed her hair and taught her the letters.

6. "I would take off this torn dress, dear, and give you a nice new one," said Nelly; "but I can't get it off. Hannah sewed it on too tight."

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7. One day Julia the dear dolly was naughty, and would not say "round O” and crooked S"; so she had to stand in the corner, with her face to the wall, while Nelly played with her Noah's ark.

8. She set Mr. Noah and his wife and the

horses and cows and dogs and cats and birds all in a long row on the floor.

9. Some of the robins could not stand up on the carpet; so they were put on the roof of the ark, with one leg on each side.

10. Just as Nelly was trying to make the last bird stand on its feet, in came the cat. Tabby ran with one bound from behind the door, and knocked them all over with her paw.

11.

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Naughty, naughty Tabby!" said Nelly; "you know I never let you play with my Noah's ark. Come right here to me. I must scold you."

12. But Tabby was rolling Mr. Noah over and over, first with one paw and then with the other; and at last she caught him in her mouth, and ran away with him.

Johnny builds the oven,
Jenny rolls the crust,
Katy buys the flour

All of golden dust.

2. Pat it here, and pat it there;
What a dainty size!
Bake it on a shingle,
Nice mud pies!

3. Don't

you hear the bluebird High up in the air? "Good morning, little ones, Are you busy there?” Pretty Mister Squirrel

Bounces down the rail,

Takes a seat and watches,
Curls his bushy tail.

4. Twirl it so, and mark it so (Looking wondrous wise); All the plums are pebbles, Rich mud pies!

5. Arms that never weary,
Toiling dimple-deep;
Shut the oven-door, now,
And soon we'll take a peep.
Wish we had a shower,

Think we need it so,

That would make the roadside
Such a heap of dough!

6. Turn them in, and turn them out;
How the morning flies;

Ring the bell for dinner,
Hot mud pies!

1. Two goats, one white, the other black, lived on the same hill. They had long been good friends. But at last they fell out and parted.

But one

2. Each one took his own way. day they came to the same stream.

The