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PAGE In the Swing 67 How My Boys Helped Their Mother 69 "Stop That Quarrelling." 71 A Letter from Calcutta 73 Prairie Dogs 75 The Catbird 79 How to Draw a Cat 80 Playing Cook 81 How a Boy Caught a Fish with His Nose 82 An Old Fable 83 Our Fly 84 Grandpa's Watch 85 Helen's Bird 87 The Geese and the Hawk 90 Mabel's Secrets 91 The Snow Country 94
PAGE Nobody's Dog 66 The New Moon 68 The Girl Who is Always Good 72 The Street-Player 77 Three Little Chicks Born in a Shoe 89 The Little Student 93 The Froggie's Party (_with music_) 96
[Illustration: O]NLY a dirty black-and-white dog! You can see him any day, Trotting meekly from street to street: He almost seems to say, As he looks in your face with wistful eyes, "I don't mean to be in your way."
His tail hangs drooping between his legs; His body is thin and spare: How he envies the sleek and well-fed dogs, That thrive on their masters' care! And he wonders what they must think of him, And grieves at his own hard fare.
Sometimes he sees a friendly face,-- A face that he seems to know; And thinks it may be the master That he lost so long ago; And even dares to follow him home, For he loved his master so!
Poor Jack! He's only mistaken again, And stoned and driven back; But he's used to disappointments now, And takes up his beaten track; Nobody's dog, for whom nobody cares,-- Poor unfortunate Jack!
THE swing was hung from an old oak-tree in grandmother's grove. There Mabel and I used to go every fine summer morning before breakfast, and swing for five minutes. We did not swing longer than that because too much of this kind of exercise is not healthy.
Once, when I had swung her very high, Mabel had a fall, but it did not hurt her, for she fell among some tufts of soft grass; but, if her head had struck a stone, it might have done her great harm. After that we were both more careful.
Five years have gone by since those days. We both go to school, and I do not think you would know us, from the likenesses in the picture. But next summer we hope to visit grandmother once more, and we shall revive old times in the swing under the old oak-tree.