{"1": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3304", "width": "2307", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0001.jp2"}, "2": {"fulltext": "LIBRARY OF CONGRESS.\\n/V-\\nChap._Copyright No._\\nShelLt\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nUNITED STATES OF AMERICA.", "height": "3261", "width": "2222", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0002.jp2"}, "3": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3261", "width": "2222", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0003.jp2"}, "4": {"fulltext": "m", "height": "3304", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0004.jp2"}, "5": {"fulltext": "y", "height": "3304", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0005.jp2"}, "6": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3304", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0006.jp2"}, "7": {"fulltext": "THE NEW-YEAR\u00e2\u0080\u0099S BARGAIN.", "height": "3304", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0007.jp2"}, "8": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3304", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0008.jp2"}, "9": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3304", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0009.jp2"}, "10": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u009cThere was only one body the r e, an old, old man with snow-white hair; but\\nthere was a long row of clay figures in front of him.\u00e2\u0080\u009d", "height": "3304", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0010.jp2"}, "11": {"fulltext": "THE\\nNew-Year s Bargain.\\nSUSAN COOLIDGE.\\nWITH ILLUSTRATIONS BY ADD IE LED YARD.\\nBOSTON:\\nLITTLE, BROWN, AND COMPANY.", "height": "3304", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0013.jp2"}, "12": {"fulltext": "?Z,i\\n\\\\V\\nA\\nEntered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1871, by\\nROBERTS BROTHERS,\\nIn the Office of the Librarian of Congress at Washington.\\nTWO COPIES RECEIVED,\\nSECOND COPY,\\nV Ar\\nUniversity Press: John Wilson Son,\\nVv\\\\ Cambridge.\\nCv .Vf.\\nV", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0014.jp2"}, "13": {"fulltext": "A little golden head close to my knee,\\nSweet eyes of tender, gentianella blue\\nFixed upon mine, a little coaxing voice,\\nOnly we two.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cTell it again! Insatiate demand!\\nAnd like a toiling spider where I sat,\\nI wove and spun the many-colored webs\\nOf this anc^ that.\\nOf Dotty Pringle sweeping out her hall;\\nOf Greedy Bear; of Santa Claus the good;\\nAnd how the little children met the Months\\nWithin the wood.\\nTell it again and though the sand-man came.\\nDropping his drowsy grains in each blue eye,\\nTell it again oh, just once more! was still\\nThe sleepy cry.\\nMy spring-time violet! early snatched away\\nTo fairer gardens all unknown to me,\\nGardens of whose invisible, guarded gates\\nI have no key,", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0015.jp2"}, "14": {"fulltext": "8\\nI weave my fancies now for other ears,\\nThy sister-blossom\u00e2\u0080\u0099s, who beside me sits,\\nRosy, imperative, and quick to mark\\nMy lagging wits.\\nBut still the stories bear thy name, are thine.\\nPart of the sunshine of thy brief, sweet day,\\nThough in her little warm and living hands\\nThis book I lay.", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0016.jp2"}, "15": {"fulltext": "CONTENTS,\\nCHAPTER FAQ S\\nI. The Bargain with the Months. 5\\nII. The Bear Story.19\\nIII. Little Tot. 82\\nIV. \u00e2\u0080\u009cMaria\u00e2\u0080\u009d. 44\\nV. May\u00e2\u0080\u0099s Garden. 62\\nVI. The Little Housekeepers.80\\nVII. The Last of the Fairies 98\\nVIII. The Story of a Little Stark.114\\nIX. The Desert Island.129\\nX. Nippie Nutcracker 157\\nXI. \u00e2\u0080\u009cChusey\u00e2\u0080\u009d... 178\\nXII. How the Cat kept Christmas. .199\\nConclusion. What was on the Trek 224\\ns", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0017.jp2"}, "16": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0018.jp2"}, "17": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u009cThis afternoon, in spite of the cold, they are out gathering wood.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nCHAPTER I.\\nTHE BARGAIN WITH THE MONTHS.\\nIt is a cold, wintry day. The Old Year is going\\nto die to-niglit. All the winds have come to his\\nfuneral, and, while waiting, are sky-larking about\\nthe country. It is a very improper thing for\\nmourners to do. Here they are in the Black\\nForest, going on like a parcel of school-boys\\nI", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0019.jp2"}, "18": {"fulltext": "6\\nTHE BARGAIN WITH THE MONTHS.\\nwaltzing with leaves, singing in tree-tops, whoop\u00c2\u00ac\\ning, whistling, making all sorts of odd noises.\\nIf the Old Year hears them, he must think he\\nhas a very queer sort of procession.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nMax and Thekla are used to the winds, and\\nnot afraid of them. They are not afraid of the\\nForest either, though the country people avoid\\nit, and tell wonderful stories about things seen\\nand heard there. The hut in which they and\\ntheir Grandfather live is in the heart of the wood.\\nYo other house stands within miles of them. In\\nsummer-time the wild lilies grow close to the\\ndoor-step, and the fawns creep shyly out to drink\\nat the spring near by; and sometimes, when the\\nwind blows hard on winter nights, strange bark\u00c2\u00ac\\nings can be heard in the distance, and they know\\nthat the wolves are out. They do not tremble,\\nthough they are but children. Max is eleven,\\nvery stout and strong for his age, and able to\\nchop and mark the wood for Grandfather, who\\nfor many years has been \u00e2\u0080\u0099Woodman. Thekla, who\\nis nine, keeps the house in order, cooks, mends", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0020.jp2"}, "19": {"fulltext": "THE BARGAIN WITH THE MONTHS.\\n7\\nclothes, and knits stockings like a little house-\\nfairy. All their lives they have lived here, and\\nthe lonely place is dear to them. The squirrels\\nin the wood are not more free and fearless than\\nthese children, and they are so busy and healthy\\nthat the days fly fast.\\nThis afternoon, in spite of the cold, they are\\nout gathering wood, of which the Ranger allows\\nthem all they need to use. There is a pile at\\nhome already, almost as high as the cottage roof:\\nbut Thekla is resolved that her fire shall always\\nbe bright when Max and the Grandfather come\\nin from out-doors, blue and cold; and she isn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t\\nsatisfied yet. For hours\u00e2\u0080\u0099they have been at work,\\nand have tied ever so many fagots. The merry\\nwinds have been helping in the task, tearing\\nboughs and twigs off overhead, and throwing\\nthem down upon the path, so that the bundles\\nhave collected rapidly, and wise little Thekla\\nsays, This has been a good day.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nI\u00e2\u0080\u0099m getting tired, though,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she goes on.\\nLet\u00e2\u0080\u0099s rest awhile, and take a walk. We never", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0021.jp2"}, "20": {"fulltext": "8\\nTHE BARGAIN WITH THE MONTHS.\\ncame so far as this before, did we? I want to\\ngo up that pretty path, and see where it comes\\nout. Don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t you think we have got wood enough,\\nMax?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nYes, Max thought they had. So hand in hand\\nthe children went along the path. Every thing\\nwas new and strange. Into this part of the\\nforest they had never wandered before. The\\ntrees were thick. Bushes grew below. Only\\nthe little foot-track broke the way. Thekla\\ncrept closer to her brother as the walk grew\\nwilder. A great forest is an awful sort of place;\\nmost of all in winter, when the birds and squir\u00c2\u00ac\\nrels are hushed and the trees can be heard\\ntalking to one another. Sweet, curious smells\\ncome from you know not where. The wind\\nroars, and the boughs creak back sharply as if\\nthe giants and dwarfs were quarrelling. All is\\nstrange and wonderful.\\nAnd now the bushes grow thinner. They\\nwere coming upon a little open space fringed\\nabout with trees, and suddenly Thekla exclaimed,\\nin an astonished voice,", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0022.jp2"}, "21": {"fulltext": "THE BARGAIN WITH THE MONTHS.\\n9\\nWhy, Max! Look! There are people in\\nthere. I can see them through the bushes\\nPeople cried Max. Stealing wood, no\\ndoubt. Quiet, Thekla! don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t make any noise\\nwe \u00e2\u0080\u0099ll creep up, and catch them at it. They\\nshall see what the Ranger says to such do\u00c2\u00ac\\nings.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nSo, like mice, they crept forward, and peeped\\nthrough the screen of boughs. But there was\\nno sound of chopping, and nobody was meddling\\nwith the wood. In fact, there was only one body\\nvisible, an old, old man with snow-white hair.\\nBut there was a long row of clay figures in front\\nof him, men and women as large as life; and\\nthey looked so natural, it was no wonder Thekla\\nhad made the mistake. Some were half-finished;\\nsome but just begun: one only seemed perfect,\\nthe figure of a beautiful youth, with a crescent\\nmoon on his cap; and, even as they looked, the\\nold man took a pinch of something, moulded it\\nwith his hand, and stuck it on the side of the\\nhead, from which it hung like a graceful plume.", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0023.jp2"}, "22": {"fulltext": "10\\nTHE BARGAIN WITH THE MONTHS.\\nThen he seemed satisfied, and began to work on\\none of the others.\\nHow lovely! but did you ever see any thing\\nso queer?\u00e2\u0080\u009d whispered Thekla. If we only\\ndared go nearer!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nDared cried Max: this is our wood, and\\nwe have a right to go where we like in it. Come\\non!\u00e2\u0080\u009d and he took Thekla\u00e2\u0080\u0099s hand, and drew her\\nboldly forward.\\nThere were two great jars standing there,\\nwhich seemed to hold the stuff out of which the\\nfigures were made. The children peeped in.\\nOne was full of a marvellous kind of water,\\nsparkling and golden and bubbling like wine.\\nThe other held sand, or what seemed like sand,\\nfine, glittering particles, most beautiful to\\nsee. It w as wonderful to watch the old man\\nwork. His lean fingers would twist and mould\\nthe sand and water for a second, and there\\nwould be a lovely head, an arm, or a gar\u00c2\u00ac\\nland of flowers. The forms grew like magic;\\nand the children were so charmed with watch-", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0024.jp2"}, "23": {"fulltext": "THE BARGAIN WITH THE MONTHS\\n11\\ning, that they forgot either to speak or to go\\naway.\\nAt last, the old man turned, and saw them.\\nHe didn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t smile, nor did he seem angry. He\\nonly stood, and fixed his eyes upon them in si\u00c2\u00ac\\nlence. Thekla began to tremble, but Max bravely\\naddressed him\\nWhat curious work this is you are doing!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nhe said. Is it very hard\\nI\u00e2\u0080\u0099m used to it,\u00e2\u0080\u009d was the brief reply.\\nYou have been doing it a long time per*\\nhaps,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Thekla, shyly.\\nSeven thousand years or so,\u00e2\u0080\u009d answered the\\nold man.\\nWhy, what a story!\u00e2\u0080\u009d cried Max. That\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nimpossible, you know: the world wasn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t made\\nas long ago as that.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nOh, yes it was. You were not there at the\\ntime, and I was. I got there about as soon as\\nit did, or a little before.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nHe\u00e2\u0080\u0099s certainly crazy,\u00e2\u0080\u009d whispered Thekla\\nlet\u00e2\u0080\u0099s run away.\u00e2\u0080\u009d", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0025.jp2"}, "24": {"fulltext": "THE BARGAIN WITH THE MONTHS.\\nT2\\nRun away,\u00e2\u0080\u009d replied her brother, from that\\nold fellow Why, he\u00e2\u0080\u0099s ten times as old as\\nGrandfather, and I \u00e2\u0080\u0099ll bet he\u00e2\u0080\u0099s not one quarter so\\nstrong. There\u00e2\u0080\u0099s something very queer about it\\nall, though, and I\u00e2\u0080\u0099m bound to find it out. Would\\nyou dislike to tell us your name, sir he asked\\npolitely.\\nOh, no!\u00e2\u0080\u009d answered the old man: I haven\u00e2\u0080\u0099t\\nthe least objection. Most people, however, don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t\\nremember to inquire till they \u00e2\u0080\u0099re about seeing the\\nlast of me. They mistake me for my brother,\\nEternity, I suppose. My name is Old Time.\\nThat\u00e2\u0080\u0099s my scythe hanging on the tree. Don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t\\nyou see it\\nThere it was sure enough, only they had not\\nnoticed it before. And what are these beau\u00c2\u00ac\\ntiful figures?\u00e2\u0080\u009d asked little Thekla.\\nThose are the Months,\u00e2\u0080\u009d replied Time. I\\ncome here every year to renew them. They get\\nquite worn out, aud need building up. It\u00e2\u0080\u0099s a\\nnice dry place, and they can stand till they are\\nwanted. This one is January. He\u00e2\u0080\u0099s finished,*", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0026.jp2"}, "25": {"fulltext": "THE BARGAIN WITH THE MONTHS.\\n13\\nbut I \u00e2\u0080\u0099m a little behind hand with the others.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nAs he spoke, he turned again to his task.\\nAnd what is this stuff you are making them\\nof?\u00e2\u0080\u009d inquired Max, dipping his finger in the\\nsparkling liquid.\\nThe old man fixed upon him a fiery eye.\\nDon\u00e2\u0080\u0099t meddle with that, boy! said he, in a se\u00c2\u00ac\\nvere tone: nobody can touch those drops safely\\nbut myself. That is water from the stream of\\nTime.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nAnd these?\u00e2\u0080\u009d asked Thekla, pointing to the\\nsecond jar.\\nThose are what you know as moments 5\\nwas the reply. They are really the dust of dead\\nyears, though somebody or other has given them\\nthe name of sands of Time 5 Pretty things\\nthey are, bm they won\u00e2\u0080\u0099t keep. Everybody in\\nthe world can have one at a time, but nobody\\ncan lay up a stock for next day. I \u00e2\u0080\u0099m the only\\nperson to whom that is allowed.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nJust then a naughty idea entered into Max\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nhead. We \u00e2\u0080\u0099ll see whether that is true,\u00e2\u0080\u009d he mut-", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0027.jp2"}, "26": {"fulltext": "14\\nTHE BARGAIN WITH THE MONTHS.\\ntered; and, watching till the old man\u00e2\u0080\u0099s back was\\nturned, he plunged his fingers into the jar, stole\\na double handful of the sand, and hid it in the\\ntin can which was slung to his side, and in which\\nhis dinner and Thekla\u00e2\u0080\u0099s had been. Old Time\\nwas too busy to heed him. Pretty soon after,\\nMax took Thekla\u00e2\u0080\u0099s hand, and, without saying\\nw Good-by,\u00e2\u0080\u009d dragged her away down the narrow\\npath towards home. It was almost nightfall\\nwhen at last they got there.\\nIt was not till after supper when Grandfather\\nhad gone to bed that Max confessed what he had\\ndone. Thekla felt dreadfully about it; but he\\nwouldn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t say he was sorry, and was sitting by the\\nfire letting the shining particles drift through his\\nfingers, when suddenly voices were heard out of\\ndoors as if a large company was approaching.\\nHe had just time to hurry the can into a safe\\nhiding-place when the latch rattled, the door\\nflew open, and in long procession streamed in\\nthe very figures they had seen that afternoon\\nin the wood.", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0028.jp2"}, "27": {"fulltext": "THE BARGAIN WITH THE MONTHS.\\n15\\nNo longer lifeless however, but angry, noisy,\\nreproachful. Ah, little thief! cried January.\\nWhere are the stolen moments\\nYes,\u00e2\u0080\u009d shouted March, a blustering fellow\\nwith wild hair and eyes. Where \u00e2\u0080\u0099s the third\\nfinger of my left hand? Where are my Brother\\nFebruary\u00e2\u0080\u0099s thumb-nail and right ear-tip?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nAnd my roses,\u00e2\u0080\u009d wept June, a fair young wo\u00c2\u00ac\\nman. See, I ought to have a whole lap full,\\nand there are only five. Oh, naughty, naughty\\nboy!\\nAnd my holly sprig?\u00e2\u0080\u009d vociferated December.\\nWho\u00e2\u0080\u0099s to know which I am without it? Not\\na child in the world will hang up his stocking at\\nthe right time.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nDidn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t you know,\u00e2\u0080\u009d sobbed April, that the\\njar only held just enough to make us complete,\\nand no more? And here all of us but January\\nare ugly, maimed creatures, and the New Year\\nwill be so disgusted with us.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nIt was too true. Every one lacked something.\\nSeptember had no wheat-ears. May mourned", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0029.jp2"}, "28": {"fulltext": "16\\nTHE BARGAIN WITH THE MONTHS..\\nover her want of violets. November raged up\\nand down, declaring that he must have a turkey.\\nAnd what do you think,\u00e2\u0080\u009d grumbled March, the\\nworld is going to say, when we all come in docked\\nafter this ridiculous fashion? The tides will be\\nwrong and the almanac-makers will tear their\\nhair. The moon will go wandering about like a\\nlunatic. And all because a little boy in the Black\\nForest couldn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t keep his hands out of what didn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t\\nbelong to him. Oh, he! he! wait till my turn\\ncomes! w T on\u00e2\u0080\u0099t I blow you about!\\nAnd the Months clustered about poor Max,\\nscolding, threatening, crying, till he didn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t know\\nwhich way to look. He began to feel dreadfully\\nashamed of himself, especially as Thekla was\\nsobbing as loudly as April, and imploring him to\\nmake amends. But he kept up a bold front.\\nLadies and gentlemen,\u00e2\u0080\u009d he said, I think\\nyou\u00e2\u0080\u0099re very unreasonable. Time belongs to us\\nall. I never had so much to myself before, and\\nI mean to keep it unless you make it worth my\\nwhile to give it up.\u00e2\u0080\u009d", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0030.jp2"}, "29": {"fulltext": "THE BARGAIN WITH THE MONTHS.\\n17\\nWhat shall we do?\u00e2\u0080\u009d cried July. Shall we\\nall make you a present? or tell you a story?\\nsaid November.\\nOr sing you a song? chanted May.\\nNo music, thank you,\u00e2\u0080\u009d answered Max. Lit\u00c2\u00ac\\ntle Thekla here sings to me, and that is sweet\\nenough. But if you each will make us a gift,\\nand each tell us a story, I will restore the sand\\nyou are making such a fuss about. What do\\nyou say? Is it a bargain?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nI won\u00e2\u0080\u0099t,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said January. I\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll have nothing\\nto do with it: I am finished, and have no favors\\nto ask of anybody.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThe others, however, all cried, Yes!\u00e2\u0080\u009d And\\nso the bargain was struck. Each Month was\\nto come in turn on the last night of the month\\nbefore, tell a story, bring a present, and get his\\nmissing moments. With this agreement, they\\nsaid good-by. April gave Thekla a kiss, and\\nthey went away. For a time their voices could\\nbe heard growing more and more distant in the\\nforest, then all was silent again.", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0031.jp2"}, "30": {"fulltext": "18\\nTHE BARGAIN WITH THE MONTHS.\\nIsn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t that splendid?\u00e2\u0080\u009d cried Max, exultingly.\\nIt \u00e2\u0080\u0099s very nice about the presents and stories,\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nanswered Thekla; but I can\u00e2\u0080\u0099t help wishing you\\nhadn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t taken the moments, Max. It\u00e2\u0080\u0099s dreadful to\\nthink of your stealing any thing.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nPooh!\u00e2\u0080\u0099\u00e2\u0080\u0099said Max: it isn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t stealing to take\\ntime Everybody does that.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWhere are the stolen moments?", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0032.jp2"}, "31": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER He\\nTHE BEAR STORY.\\nXT seemed a long month to Max and Thekla, but\\nat last it was over. The 31st of January came.\\nGrandfather was tucked up early in bed, the fire\\nwas poked, the tin can brought out, and all\\nmade ready. The children sat in expectation.\\nAt last there came a rap at the door.\\nWalk in,\u00e2\u0080\u009d cried Max; and February entered.\\nHe was a short, thick-set fellow, with red eyes, a\\nred nose, and a gruff, surly voice. Very unhappy\\nhe looked just now; and when Max pulled up a\\nchair for him, he sat down on the edge, and\\nbegan,\\nUnaccustomed as I am to public speak-\\ning,\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nHallo! cried Max, interrupting him. That \u00e2\u0080\u0099ll", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0033.jp2"}, "32": {"fulltext": "20\\nTHE BEAR STORY.\\nnever do in the world. That\u00e2\u0080\u0099s a horrid begin\\nning: you must try again.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThe brothers and sister believed every word of it; but Mamma put her tongue\\nin her cheek, and gently pointed over her left shoulder with her paw.\u00e2\u0080\u009d", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0034.jp2"}, "33": {"fulltext": "THE BEAR STORY.\\n21\\nOh, must I?\u00e2\u0080\u009d said February, much relieved.\\nI thought I had to take pains with my lan\u00c2\u00ac\\nguage. People who address the young usually\\ndo. Well, if I may go ahead in my own way it \u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nall right: you\u00e2\u0080\u0099ve taken a weight off my mind.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nI\u00e2\u0080\u0099m glad to hear it,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Max; but before\\nyou begin, where\u00e2\u0080\u0099s the gift?\\nHere,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said February; and he pulled from his\\npocket something that looked like a big icicle.\\nIt was an icicle, only it didn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t melt in your lin\u00c2\u00ac\\ngers or feel cold; and it had a delicious taste,\\nlike buckwheat cakes, maple molasses, sausages,\\nbaked apples, turkey, cranberry sauce, and nuts\\nand raisins, all at once. Max broke it in two,\\nand while Thekla sucked one half and he the\\nother, February began\\nIt\u00e2\u0080\u0099s only about the bears in the North-West\\nHollow.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nBears! cried Max: what bears?\\nA real nice family of bears who live up there.\\nLast year when I saw them, they were little fel\u00c2\u00ac\\nlows about the size of kittens; but they are quite", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0035.jp2"}, "34": {"fulltext": "22\\nTHE BEAR STORY.\\nbig now, and have got grown-up growls. I\\nthought perhaps you \u00e2\u0080\u0099d like to hear about\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0099em.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nOh, wouldn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t they Both children crept close\\nto him, and drank in every word with red cheeks\\nand round eyes.\\nBears! cried Max, quite stuttering with\\nexcitement. I didn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t know there were any in\\nthe Forest. Oh, do go on!\\nThey used to lie all curled up in a heap,\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\ncontinued February, w at the bottom of a nest in\\nthe rocks, which their mother had lined with\\nleaves and moss to keep them warm. They\\nlooked just like funny bundles of brown hair.\\nThere were four of them, Snap, Snooze, Roll-\\nabout, and Greedy. Roll-about was the fattest\\nand the best-natured, but they were all nice.\\nThey lay tangled together, and couldn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t help\\npulling each other\u00e2\u0080\u0099s fur a good deal; but they\\nquarrelled much less than most brothers and\\nsisters who live in such close quarters.\\nI went away before they were old enough to", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0036.jp2"}, "35": {"fulltext": "THE BEAR STORY.\\n23\\ngo out, so I couldn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t tell you much about them if\\nt\\nit were not for April. April and I,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Febru\u00c2\u00ac\\nary, with a sentimental air, were always great\\nfriends. She used to see the Mamma Bear and\\nher little ones go walking together. One day\\nwhen they were in the wood a barking of dogs\\nand blowing of horns was heard.\\nRun! run!\u00e2\u0080\u0099 cried Mamma; and off they\\nwent, all but Greedy who had straggled away\\nin pursuit of a honey-tree. He was too young to\\nknow how to take care of himself, and getting\\nconfused ran into the very track of the hunters.\\nThey would have killed him, but one shouted,\\nTake him alive! take him alive! I want him; so\\ninstead they put him into a sack and carried him\\naway.\\nNothing more was heard of him for a long\\ntime. The others were sorry, but they went\\nprowling about all summer stuffing themselves\\nwith good things, and did very well without\\nhim. By October they were as fat as pigs.\\nAnd all of a sudden one day, as they were lunch-", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0037.jp2"}, "36": {"fulltext": "24\\nTHE BEAR STORY.\\nmg on ground-nuts in a lonely place among the\\nhills, as happy and friendly as could be, they\\nheard a scratching of claws, and smelt a fur\\nwhich seemed uncommonly familiar; and lo and\\nbehold! it was Greedy, back again, as big as any\\nof them, but not nearly so fat.\\nOf course they growled with astonishment, and\\nflew to meet him. He was glad too, but his\\nmanner seemed a little cold. Where had he\\nbeen? Oh! he had been in a town of Germany\\ngetting his education. And where had he\\nbeen living? Oh! in the family of his tutor of\\ncourse. Slept in the same room with the chil\u00c2\u00ac\\ndren, and treated like a child. None of them\\nknew what a tutor might be; and Roll-about\\nasked innocently if it was something good to\\neat, but Greedy shook his head. The town was\\na college town, he said. All persons of refine\u00c2\u00ac\\nment were sent there to study.\\nAre you a person of refinement, Greedy? 5\\nasked little Snooze.\\nGreedy froze him with a look. He didn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t am", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0038.jp2"}, "37": {"fulltext": "THE BEAR STORY.\\n25\\nswer, but went on with his tale. He had learned\\nto dance. He could pick out the Ace of Hearts,\\nand A, B, and Z from the alphabet. He could\\njump over a stick. This last he did on the spot,\\nto show them how it went; and, in the middle\\nof the jump, Snap noticed something which made\\nhim cry out, O Greedy! your poor paws\\nWhat is the matter with them They \u00e2\u0080\u0099re all\\nbrown, and dried up?\u00e2\u0080\u0099\\nGreedy looked foolish. Oh! he replied,\\nthat\u00e2\u0080\u0099s nothing: they they got a little burnt\\none day, that \u00e2\u0080\u0099s all, on some hot iron.\\nStoves are very hot in Germany.\u00e2\u0080\u0099\\nMamma looked queer when she heard this,\\nand relieved her feelings by a low growl. The\\nlittle ones could not tell what to make of it.\\nWhen asked how he managed to get back,\\nGreedy explained it in this way: He was trav\u00c2\u00ac\\nelling,\u00e2\u0080\u0099 he said, with some friends. They were\\nin a cage together, which was the fashionable\\nway of going about just now. By an accident,\\nthe cage upset and some of the bars broke; and,", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0039.jp2"}, "38": {"fulltext": "26\\nTHE BEAR STORY.\\nas it was so near home, Greedy thought he might\\nas well run over, and make them a visit.\u00e2\u0080\u0099 All\\nthis he said with a lofty air, and the brothers and\\nsister believed every word of it; but Mamma\\nput her tongue in her cheek, and gently pointed\\nover her left shoulder with her paw.\\nThey had a grand walk home; but no sooner\\nhad they got there, than Greedy began to find\\nfault with every thing in the most unpleasant\\nmanner. The Hollow was the dampest hole he\\never had seen. No place was fit to live in with\u00c2\u00ac\\nout a stove. As for the food, it w r as horrid. It\\ngave him the stomach-ache, he declared; and he\\ncalled for beef-steaks, as if he expected a butcher\\nto appear round the corner. When the honey\u00c2\u00ac\\ncomb was brought in, he fell upon it tooth and\\nnail, and ate a great deal more* than his share.\\nMamma reproved him; but he snubbed her, and\\nsaid that was the way all the children did in the\\ncity; and when poor little Koll-about, who had\\nto go without any, gave a low whine or two just\\nto comfort herself, he boxed her ears with his", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0040.jp2"}, "39": {"fulltext": "THE BEAR STORY.\\n27\\npaw savagely, and then excused himself by tell\u00c2\u00ac\\ning them that Master Jack, his tutor\u00e2\u0080\u0099s son, often\\ncuffed his sister, Miss Gretchen, in that way, and\\nnobody took any notice. It wasn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t any particu\u00c2\u00ac\\nlar consolation to Koll-about to hear of it, and\\nshe crept away into a lonely corner, and moaned\\nand licked her paws for a long time.\\nw Master Jack and Miss Gretchen,\u00e2\u0080\u009d how the\\nBear family did learn to hate those children!\\nEvery rude and disagreeable thing Greedy did,\\nhe quoted them as examples. Jack, it seemed,\\nsaid, I won\u00e2\u0080\u0099t,\u00e2\u0080\u0099 and fought for his dinner; and\\nGretchen scratched and bit right and left; and\\nthey quarrelled with each other. Their evil\\nexample had ruined all that was good in poor\\nGreedy. He said the most unpleasant things.\\nHe found fault with every thing. He pitched\\ninto the others on all occasions, and boxed Roll-\\nabout\u00e2\u0080\u0099s ears till the hair grew quite thin. Then\\nhe advised her to use bears\u00e2\u0080\u0099 grease.\u00e2\u0080\u0099 All the\\ncity young ladies did so,\u00e2\u0080\u0099 he said; but what good\\nwas that, when the poor little thing could get", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0041.jp2"}, "40": {"fulltext": "28\\nTHE BEAR STORY.\\nnone but her own, or his, which, as you\\nmay suppose, he wasn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t very likely to offer\\nher\\nOh,\u00e2\u0080\u0099 Mrs. Bear used to say to herself, if I\\nonly had Master Jack and Miss Gretchen here,\\nwouldn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t I give them a lesson And as Greedy,\\nfor all his fault-finding, had such a big appetite,\\nthat provisions were growing scarce, two or\\nthree bad children, needing to be eaten by way\\nof example, would have been convenient. Every\\nthing went wrong in the once happy home. The\\nbrothers and sisters were always sulking in cor\u00c2\u00ac\\nners, and complaining to each other in low growls\\nof the way in which Greedy had treated them.\\nRoll-about lost her plump sides, and grew thin.\\nSnap was finding out the advantages of bad\\ntemper, and beginning to carry on like Greedy.\\nAt last Mrs. Bear declared she would stand it\\nno longer.\\nYou are grown up,\u00e2\u0080\u0099 she said go out and\\nshift for yourself. As long as you were good\\nand content, I was glad to have you here: now", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0042.jp2"}, "41": {"fulltext": "THE BEAR STORY.\\n29\\nyou only make my life miserable, and I can\u00e2\u0080\u0099t\\nendure it.\u00e2\u0080\u0099 And she raised her large paw, and\\nshowed her teeth, for the first time in her life\\nand Greedy, with a snarl of fright, slunk away\\nfrom the den.\\nOut of her sight, however, his temper revived.\\nHe got into a great huff. Leave the den?\u00e2\u0080\u0099\\nOf course he would, and very glad to see the last\\nof it. So he went and chose a hole for himself\\nto live in. It was quite close to the village,\\na great deal too close for safety. But the silly\\ncreature had lost all his instinct by living with\\nhuman beings. And whenever the bells rang or\\nany thing seemed to be going on, he would rush\\nout to peep, and find what it was. I only won\u00c2\u00ac\\nder they didn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t catch him long ago.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nDid they catch him, then asked Max.\\nYou shall hear. Only yesterday it was that\\na caravan with a band of music came into the\\nvillage. Greedy heard the sounds, and it seemed\\nas if he would go wild. He dodged among the\\nbushes, and looked on as long as he could stand", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0043.jp2"}, "42": {"fulltext": "BO\\nTHE BEAR STORY.\\nit, and then, seized with a desire to distinguish\\nhimself, out he came. The circus people couldn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t\\nbelieve their eyes when they saw him prancing\\nafter them, his head on one side, and taking\\nsteps like a dancing-master. Of course such a\\nprize was not to be resisted. They lost no time;\\nand, when I caught sight of them, poor Greedy\\nhad already a muzzle -on his jaws and a rope\\nround his neck. A boy was banging his sides\\nwith a stick, his tail was between his legs,\\nand I must say,\u00e2\u0080\u009d ended February, laughing\\nheartily, he didn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t look particularly happy\\nat being taken back into fashionable life after\\nthis manner.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThat\u00e2\u0080\u0099s first-rate,\u00e2\u0080\u009d cried Max, in fits of amuse\u00c2\u00ac\\nment.\\nw I\u00e2\u0080\u0099m so glad you liked it,\u00e2\u0080\u009d replied February,\\nmuch pleased. Now I \u00e2\u0080\u0099ll trouble you for my\\nthumb-nail and left ear-tip.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThe can was brought, and Max carefully meas\u00c2\u00ac\\nured out what was wanted. February kissed\\nThekla\u00e2\u0080\u0099s hand (the tip of his nose felt very", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0044.jp2"}, "43": {"fulltext": "THE BEAR STORY.\\n31\\ncold), made a clumsy bow to both, and went\\naway.\\nThe children hugged each other. If they \u00e2\u0080\u0099re\\nall like that,\u00e2\u0080\u009d cried they, how jolly it will\\nbe\\nGreedy.", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0045.jp2"}, "44": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u009cThan the Tot said, \u00e2\u0080\u0098Budda hundry.\u00e2\u0080\u0099\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nCHAPTER III.\\nLITTLE TOT.\\nFEBRUARY went by like a flash, or the chil\u00c2\u00ac\\ndren thought so. It was really a short month:\\nbut, besides, they were very busy; and work, you\\nknow, makes time fly. Thekla, who had just", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0046.jp2"}, "45": {"fulltext": "LITTLE TOT.\\n33\\nlearned to spin, had a job on hand of which she\\nwas proud. It was no less than spinning and\\ncarding the wool for a bran-new suit of clothes\\nwhich Max was to wear next year. Dyed brown,\\nand woven by Mother Gretel the cunning weaver,\\nthey were to be something grand. As for Max,\\nhis work was wood-carving. Nearly all the\\nGerman boys can carve; and he and Thekla\\nthought the spoon over which he was so busy,\\nand which had grape leaves and tendrils on\\nthe handle, most beautiful. It would go to the\\ngreat Spring Fair, and fetch a large price,\\nperhaps as much as a silver dollar. Alto\u00c2\u00ac\\ngether, they could hardly believe the calendar\\nwhen it showed them a month had gone by,\\nand that evening they must look for another\\nvisitor.\\nIt was a dark night, and very cold. As they\\nsat by the fire waiting, they could hear the frost\\ncracking and snapping the tree-boughs. Now\\nand then a crash like thunder came. It was a\\nlimb, overloaded with ice. breaking off, and fall-", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0047.jp2"}, "46": {"fulltext": "34\\nLITTLE TOT.\\ning to the ground. And by and by, among the\\nother noises, a strange, wild voice began to min\u00c2\u00ac\\ngle, making them all more fearful. It was\\nMarch, who, as he came through the forest, was\\ntalking to himself.\\nBlow, blow! he was saying. I m coming\\non to blow. Kock, rock! There\u00e2\u0080\u0099d better be no\\nbabies in my tree-tops. To and fro, to and fro,\\nroots and trunks alike, and the very stones must\\nlaugh and roll if I choose to tickle them.\u00e2\u0080\u009d And\\nthen he gave a loud thump at the door, and, with\u00c2\u00ac\\nout waiting answer, banged it open and marched\\nin. He looked so big and fierce and stormy that\\nThckla shrank back, without daring to push\\nforward a stool for him to sit upon; and even\\nMax, who had pluck enough for ten boys, felt\\nafraid.\\nw Won\u00e2\u0080\u0099t you sit down, sir?\u00e2\u0080\u009d he said at last very\\nmeekly, and went to shut the door, which March\\nhad left open. Quite a little heap of dead leaves\\nand snow had collected on the sill; and Thekla,\\nwho was a born housewife, ran to brush them", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0048.jp2"}, "47": {"fulltext": "LITTLE TOT.\\n35\\nup. March twirled round on his stool, and\\nwatched her proceedings with great scorn.\\nSweep!\u00e2\u0080\u009d he said in a voice like a big wind.\\nYou call that sweeping? You should see me\\nwhen I get at it. I scoop up all the leaves in\\nthe world at once, and send them spinning.\\nWhole snow-storms go into my dust-pan. Ho!\\nho!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nBut I am so little,\u00e2\u0080\u009d replied Thekla, in her\\nbird\u00e2\u0080\u0099s voice; and, beside, I have brushed up all\\nthere are.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nAll there are Nonsense,\u00e2\u0080\u009d cried March;\\nbut no matter. Am I, or am I not to tell a\\nstory? If not, let me know at once; for I have\\nan engagement with a couple of hurricanes, and\\nwant to be off. A pretty business,\u00e2\u0080\u009d he went on,\\nglaring fiercely, to sit here by this melting fire\\nto amuse a couple of thieving brats, w T hen I have\\nso much to do. Ho! ho!\\nOh whispered Thekla to Max, let\u00e2\u0080\u0099s give\\nhim his moments, and let him go: he makes me\\nafraid.\u00e2\u0080\u009d", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0049.jp2"}, "48": {"fulltext": "36\\nLITTLE TOT.\\nNot I,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Max, who was plucking up cour\u00c2\u00ac\\nage, not if I know it! Of course you are to\\ntell a story,\u00e2\u0080\u009d he continued aloud: you promised,\\nand you ought to be a Month of your word.\\nThekla, put away that broom. Now we \u00e2\u0080\u0099re all\\nready, sir.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nMarch scowled, but made no resistance. As\\nMax had said, he was a Month of his word; and\\nhe began in a queer voice, winch was now loud\\nand then soft, now dying away to a murmur and\\nthen bellowing out again in a way that made you\\njump.\\nOnce upon a time, as I was driving across a\\nprairie, I saw a house.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nI don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t know what a prairie is,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Thekla,\\ngently.\\nI don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t suppose you do,\u00e2\u0080\u009d growled March\\nthat\u00e2\u0080\u0099s one of the things you don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t know, and\\nthere are a good many more of \u00e2\u0080\u0099em. A prai\u00c2\u00ac\\nrie \u00e2\u0080\u0099s a big field without any fences, and several\\nthousand miles square. People live there,\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nsome people do: I spend a good deal of time", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0050.jp2"}, "49": {"fulltext": "LITTLE TOT.\\n37\\nthere myself. First-rate place for a promenade,\\nno corners to turn, plenty of room. As I said,\\nI saw a house.\\nThere was a snow-storm along with me. We\\nhad nine hundred billion horses, all white as\\nwool; and we went fast. Killing pace. Horses\\nkept dropping down dead, lay in heaps wherever\\nwe went; and we left \u00e2\u0080\u0099em there. About four\\nmillion dashed up against the house I was tell\u00c2\u00ac\\ning you about. They \u00e2\u0080\u0099most covered it up, for it\\nwasn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t a big house. There were two little win\u00c2\u00ac\\ndows and a door. Windows had curtains; but\\none was slipped aside, and the fire looked out\\nlike a red eye. I didn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t like that; so I put my\\neye to the other side, to see if I .couldn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t look\\nhim down.\\nFunniest thing I ever saw! said March, giv\u00c2\u00ac\\ning a hoarse chuckle. Such tots! Biggest only\\nfour years old; t\u00e2\u0080\u0099other not a year. There was\\na pussy too. They three true, on my word\\nwere the only creatures in the house that night.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nWhere could their father and mother be?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nasked Max, excessively interested.", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0051.jp2"}, "50": {"fulltext": "38\\nLITTLE TOT-\\nOh! went off that morning to the town,\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nlike fools,\u00e2\u0080\u0094 and couldn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t get back. We saw\\nto that. Stuck in ten drifts, most frozen to death.\\nWife half-crazy about the babies; husband just\\nmanaged to get to shelter. Ho! ho! cried\\nMarch. Served \u00e2\u0080\u0099em right, I say. IIo! ho!\\nDon\u00e2\u0080\u0099t you think, that Tot, the biggest one,\\nwas putting a stick of wood on the fire when I\\nlooked in? Stick as big as she was, almost!\\nHow she did it was a mystery. Little apron\\nblew into the flame, but I flew up the chimney\\nand blew it the other way. \u00e2\u0080\u0099Tisn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t often I do a\\ngood turn, but I couldn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t help it then.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThat was right,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Thekla.\\nHold your tongue!\u00e2\u0080\u009d cried March, rudely.\\nWhat do you know about it? Two sticks\\nthat little thing got on. I never did! How she\\nmanaged it, and such a baby!\\nThen she put a shawl over the other tot.\\nPatted the corners down just like an old woman,\\nand put one on herself. Hind side before, but no\\nmatter for that. Then she got into bed, and sang,", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0052.jp2"}, "51": {"fulltext": "LITTLE TOT.\\n39\\nHush by, Budda, bus 5 by, Budda,\u00e2\u0080\u0099 till the baby\\nwent to sleep. Then she went to sleep too. I\\nthought I \u00e2\u0080\u0099d like to see what would happen when\\nthey woke up, so I sent the snow-storm on and\\nstayed behind with my eye to the chink.\\nI\u00e2\u0080\u0099m not a tender-hearted person myself,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said\\nMarch, modestly, but really I couldn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t bear to\\ndisturb those children. Several times I wanted\\nto roar dreadfully, roaring is one of my great\u00c2\u00ac\\nest pleasures, but I didn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t. I never quite\\nknew why, but so it was. The snow isn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t noisy,\\nso it was as still all night about the little house\\nas if it had been mid-summer.\\nI watched, and the children slept. By and\\nby when morning came, the baby woke up and\\nbegan to cry. The Tot patted him and said,\\nHush-a-by, Budda,\u00e2\u0080\u0099 a great many times; but he\\nwouldn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t stop. Babies don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t stop,\u00e2\u0080\u009d added March,\\nreflectively, as a general thing. Then the Tot\\nsaid, Budda hundry;\u00e2\u0080\u0099 and she got up, and\\ntugged and tugged to put a stick on the fire,\\nand fetched a tin cup and spoon, and set them", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0053.jp2"}, "52": {"fulltext": "40\\nLITTLE TOT.\\non a chair by the table where there was a milk-\\npan. She had to tip it with her little hands, and\\na great deal spilled on the floor and a great deal\\non her apron, but some went in the cup. She\\nbegan to cry at first; then she said, Mamie\\ndidn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t mean to,\u00e2\u0080\u0099 and brightened up again. And\\nshe warmed the milk and fed that baby like a\\nwoman,\u00e2\u0080\u009d cried March, giving his knee a great\\nslap. I never did Baby ate it all, and went\\nto sleep again. Tot drank some too, but not\\nmuch. Wanted to save it for the baby, I guess.\\nIt was a very cold day. I kept in a long\\ntime; but at last I had to howl or I should have\\nburst. Tot got frightened. She said her little\\nprayers, and hid her head under the pillow; but\\nwhen the other cried, she stopped, and gave him\\nsome milk, and sang, Hush by, Budda,\u00e2\u0080\u0099 till he\\nwent off again. I tell you what,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said March,\\nI did feel sorry for that child.\\nThere was only one stick of wood left, and\\nthat was a big one. Tot couldn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t move it. Pussy\\ngot on the table, and lapped up all the milk in", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0054.jp2"}, "53": {"fulltext": "LITTLE TOT.\\n41\\nthe pan. Then Tot cried hard, and said, Mam\u00c2\u00ac\\nma, come! oh do come over and over. She\\nput all the clothes there were on the bed. When\\nthe baby cried, she patted him with her little\\nhand, and cried too. When morning came, they\\nwere both still. I could see them through the\\nwindow. Away off on the prairie I heard the\\nslow jingle of a bell.\\nHurry! hurry!\u00e2\u0080\u0099 I roared, or you\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll be too\\nlate.\u00e2\u0080\u0099 Then I scooped up the snow, and blew\\nopen a path. The sleigh got nearer. The\\nwoman couldn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t wait. She held out her arms\\nto the cottage. At last she jumped into the\\nsnow (it was up to her waist), and floundered\\nto the door. She beat upon it, threw it open,\\nand cried out, Mary! baby! O my baby!\\nw They lay in the bed; but no little voices an\u00c2\u00ac\\nswered. The mother gave a loud scream. c Oh,\\nthey are dead! she shrieked, and flung herself\\nover them.\\nw The men ran in. There were four of them.\\nThey built a fire and warmed blankets, and put\\nhot milk into the mouths of the little ones.", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0055.jp2"}, "54": {"fulltext": "42\\nLITTLE TOT.\\nThis little fellow isn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t dead,\u00e2\u0080\u0099 said one of\\nthem. He wasn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t. Pretty soon he opened his\\neyes, and when he saw his mother he began to\\ncry. Tot had wrapped him up so warm that the\\ncold didn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t kill him, only made him dull.\\nIt took longer to bring her round, but at last\\nthey did. And the first thing she said was,\\nMamie didn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t mean to spill the milk.\u00e2\u0080\u0099\\nI declare,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said March with a frog in his\\nthroat, I never did see the beat of that child.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nAnd is that the end?\u00e2\u0080\u009d asked Thekla, who\\nhad been quietly crying for some time past over\\nlittle Tot\u00e2\u0080\u0099s troubles.\\nOf course it\u00e2\u0080\u0099s the end,\u00e2\u0080\u009d replied March.\\nWhat did you expect? And a very nice story\\nit is, though I say it as shouldn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t.\\nAnd now I\u00e2\u0080\u0099m off,\u00e2\u0080\u009d shouted he, and made a\\nrush for the door.\\nOne minute! cried Max you \u00e2\u0080\u0099ve for\u00c2\u00ac\\ngotten something. Here\u00e2\u0080\u0099s your moments, you\\nknow. And then there is the present you were\\nto give us: don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t leave that out.\u00e2\u0080\u009d", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0056.jp2"}, "55": {"fulltext": "LITTLE TOT.\\n43\\nI\u00e2\u0080\u0099m glad you reminded me,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said March,\\nvery glad indeed.\u00e2\u0080\u009d His wild eyes sparkled\\nwith a fierce light which was ugly to see. With\\none hand he seized his moments,\u00e2\u0080\u009d the other\\nwas fumbling in his pocket.\\nHere it is! he cried, and flung something in\\ntheir faces. Another instant he had banged the\\ndoor and was gone. They could hear him roar\u00c2\u00ac\\ning and whooping as he went.\\nThe poor children all red in the face, sneez\u00c2\u00ac\\ning, coughing looked at each other.\\nOw! ow!\u00e2\u0080\u009d cried Max.\\nThzs! thzs! responded Thekla.\\nMarch\u00e2\u0080\u0099s present was a bad cold in the head\\nLittlk Tot and the Baby asleep.", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0057.jp2"}, "56": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER IV.\\nMARIA.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nSUCH colds Never was any thing like them\\nDay after day Max sat by the fire with a splitting\\nheadache, cold chills running down his back;\\nwhile night after night Thekla awoke, coughing\\nand choking from a spot in her throat which\\nburned like a live coal. I can tell you, w r hei?\\nMarch gives a present he does it in real ear\u00c2\u00ac\\nnest.\\nThey were so miserable you might have\\nthought that even March must pity them a little.\\nBut he didn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t, not a bit. As he told the chil\u00c2\u00ac\\ndren, he was any thing but a tender-hearted\\nperson.\u00e2\u0080\u009d When they were at the very worst,\\nthey could hear him astride the roof, roaring and", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0058.jp2"}, "57": {"fulltext": "MARIA.\u00e2\u0080\u0099\\n45\\nwhooping down the chimney in the most unfeel\u00c2\u00ac\\ning way; and he regularly banged the door open\\nin a closet.\u00e2\u0080\u009d", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0059.jp2"}, "58": {"fulltext": "46\\nMARIA.\u00e2\u0080\u0099\\non cold nights to let the wind in; so that, at\\nlast, Max never thought of sitting down to sup\u00c2\u00ac\\nper without first putting a heavy chair against\\nit to keep it shut. So blustering and ill-tempered\\na Month was never known. But at last his turn\\ncame to go; and, by that time, what with pa\u00c2\u00ac\\ntience and catnip tea the children had begun to\\nget better.\\nThere is a great difference, however, between\\nbeing better and being well. Thekla\u00e2\u0080\u0099s hands\\nwere still too weak and thin to twirl the spindle,\\nand for many a day the wood-carving had lain\\nuntouched in the cupboard. It seemed as if\\nthey were too languid to enjoy any thing; and,\\nwhen the evening came for April\u00e2\u0080\u0099s visit, Max\\nwould hardly take the trouble to rise and fetch\\nthe can, though Thekla reminded him. After it\\nwas brought out, however, and the fire poked\\ninto a blaze, they felt a little brighter. Poor\\nthings, it was a long time since any thing pleas\u00c2\u00ac\\nant had happened to them!\\nThe night was still. The noisy winds had", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0060.jp2"}, "59": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0098MARIA.\u00e2\u0080\u0099\\n47\\nfallen asleep, so that you could hear the least\\nsounds far away in the forest. By and by light\\nfootsteps became audible, drawing nearer; and\\nMax had time to run for a chair and place it in\\nthe cosiest corner, before a soft tap fell upon the\\ndoor.\\nMay I come in said a voice, very gently\\nand politely. How different from rude March!\\nThis was April. She looked very young and\\nsmall; and, as Thekla went forward to greet her,\\nshe felt as if it were some little visitor of her\\nown age come to tea. It was with a sense of\\nprotection and hospitality that she took from her\\nhand a great bundle, which seemed heavy. April\\nsat down, and then she put her arm round\\nThekla\u00e2\u0080\u0099s waist and pulled her nearer, bundle\\nand all. She had an odd, pretty face when you\\ncame to look at it. The lips laughed of them-\\nselves; but the eyes, which were blue and misty,\\nseemed to have tears behind them all ready to\\nfall. Or if, as sometimes happened, the lips took\\na fancy to pout, then the eyes had their turn, and", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0061.jp2"}, "60": {"fulltext": "48\\nMARIA.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nbrightened and twinkled so that you could not\\nhelp smiling. It would have puzzled anybody\\nwhether to call the countenance most sad or most\\nmerry. April\u00e2\u0080\u0099s hair was all wavy and blowsy,\\nas if she had been out in a gale of wind. Two\\nor three violets were stuck in it; and the voice\\nwith which she spoke sounded like the tinkle of\\nrain-drops on the leaves.\\nLook,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she said, what I have brought you!\\nand she unfastened the bundle, which was pinned\\ntogether with a long red thorn.\\nO mercy! It seemed as if the sun, which went\\nto bed three hours ago, had got up again, and\\nwas pouring over April\u00e2\u0080\u0099s lap on to the kitchen\\nfloor. For there lay a great heap of dandelions,\\ngolden and splendid, which perked up their\\nheads, and laughed and winked on all around.\\nThe whole room seemed to brighten from their\\nglorious color. And, what was funny, these\\ndandelions had voices, as it seemed; for out of\\nthe middle of the heap came queer sounds of\\npeeping and chirping, which the children could\\nnot at all understand.", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0062.jp2"}, "61": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u009cMARIA.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n49\\nApril laughed. She parted the flowers, and\\nthere were two little new-born chicks, as yellow\\nas the yolk of an egg. They were soft and\\ndowny; and their cunning black eyes and little\\nbeaks gave them a knowing look, which was as\u00c2\u00ac\\ntonishing, when you recollected how short a time\\nthey had been in the world. Cheep! cheep!\\nthey cried, and one ran directly into Thekla\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\noutstretched hands. The warm fingers felt to it\\nlike a nest; and the little creature cuddled down\\ncontentedly, with a soft note which expressed\\ncomfort. The other, April handed to Max.\\nThey are for you,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she said. If you like\\nthem and take care of them, you may have a\\nwhole poultry-yard some day. My broods are\\nnot always lucky; but these will be.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nLike them,\u00e2\u0080\u009d indeed! You should have seen\\nthe happy fuss which went on over the new pets.\\nMax ran for a basket; Thekla brought flannel to\\nline it, and meal and water; and the chicks were\\nkissed, fed, and tucked away as if they had been\\nbabies. By and by they fell fast asleep under\\n4", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0063.jp2"}, "62": {"fulltext": "50\\nMARIA.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\ntheir warm coverlet; and then the children went\\nback to the fire, and, while Max made ringlets\\nof the dandelion stalks and stuck them in\\nThekla\u00e2\u0080\u0099s hair, April began\\nMy story isn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t much,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she said. I\u00e2\u0080\u0099ve told\\nso many in the course of my life that I\u00e2\u0080\u0099m quite\\nexhausted, for I make it a rule never to tell the\\nsame twice. Some are so sad that it makes\\nme cry merely to think of them,\u00e2\u0080\u009d and as she\\nsaid this April\u00e2\u0080\u0099s tears suddenly rained down her\\nface, and others so jolly that I should split\\nmy sides if I tried.\u00e2\u0080\u009d Here April giggled like a\\nschool-girl, and her eyes seemed to send out rays\\nof sun which danced on the wet tear-stains. So\\nit must always be new,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she went on; and, ever\\nsince I saw you, I\u00e2\u0080\u0099ve been trying to decide what\\nit should be. There was a delightful one about\\nducklings which I thought of, but no!\u00e2\u0080\u009d and\\nshe solemnly shook her head.\\nOh, why not? Do, pray do!\u00e2\u0080\u009d cried Max.\\nCouldn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said April. That story the\\nfirst half of it at least I told to a little girl in", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0064.jp2"}, "63": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u009cMARIA.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n51\\nEngland last year. I didn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t finish because some\u00c2\u00ac\\nthing came along and set me crying, but half is\\njust as bad as the whole. I couldn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t tell that\\nagain. Don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t look so disappointed, though\\nI\u00e2\u0080\u0099ve got one for you; and, though it isn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t one\\nof my best, I dare say you \u00e2\u0080\u0099ll like it well enough.\\nIt\u00e2\u0080\u0099s about a doll.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nA doll! Pshaw! said Max, impolitely.\\nWhy, what a rude boy you are! cried April,\\nbeginning to sob. I declare, I ne never was\\nt treated so before.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nMax!\u00e2\u0080\u009d exclaimed Thekla, how could you?\\nYou\u00e2\u0080\u0099ve hurt her feelings. Don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t cry any more,\\ndear,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she went on, for somehow Thekla felt\\nolder and bigger than this fascinating little\\nmaiden who laughed and cried by turns, he\\ndidn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t mean to. He is a real kind boy, only\\nsometimes he speaks before he thinks. And I\\nlike dolls oh, so much!\\nDo you?\u00e2\u0080\u009d said April, brightening. Then\\nit\u00e2\u0080\u0099s all right. As for you,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she added, turning\\nsharply round on Max, you can go out and sit\\non the steps, if you don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t want to hear it.\u00e2\u0080\u009d", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0065.jp2"}, "64": {"fulltext": "52\\nMARIA.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nOh! stammered Max, dreadfully ashamed of\\nhimself, I do. I \u00e2\u0080\u0099d just as lief hear it as not.\\nAnd I beg your pardon, if I spoke rudely.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nVery well then,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said April, pacified. II\\nyou feel that way, I \u00e2\u0080\u0099ll proceed. This doll lived\\nin a closet. I should never have come across\\nher probably if it hadn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t been for the house\u00c2\u00ac\\ncleaning.\\nYou must know that there are countries\\nin the world where every spring and fall the\\nhouses are all turned upside down and inside\\nout, and then downside up and outside in, all for\\nthe sake of being clean. The women do it.\\nWhat becomes of the men I don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t know: they\\nclimb trees or something to be out of the way,\\nI suppose. I like these times, of all things. I\\nlike to swing the heavy carpets to and fro on the\\nlines, and flap the maids\u00e2\u0080\u0099 aprons into their faces\\nas they stand on the ledge outside to wash the\\nwindows. It is great fun. And I love to creep\\ninto holes and corners, and rummage and poke\\nabout to see what folks have got. And one", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0066.jp2"}, "65": {"fulltext": "MARIA.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n58\\nday, when doing this in an old garret, I found\\nthe doll, who, as I said, was living in a closet.\\nThey had put her there to be out of the way\\nof the cleaning.\\nHer name was Maria. She was big, but not\\nvery beautiful. Her head was dented, and there\\nwere marks of finger-nails on her cheeks, which\\nwere faded and of a purplish-pink. But her\\narms and legs were bran new, and white as snow,\\nand her body was round and full of sawdust. I\\ncouldn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t understand this at all until she explained\\nit. Her head, it seemed, was twenty-five years\\nold; and her body had only been in the world six\\nweeks!\\nOnce, she said, she had possessed a body just\\nthe same age as her head, and then she belonged\\nto a person she called Baby May.\u00e2\u0080\u0099 Baby May\\nused to bump her on the floor, and dig the soft\\nwax out of her cheeks with her nails. This\\ntreatment soon ruined her good looks; and when\\nshe mentioned this, Maria almost cried,\u00e2\u0080\u0094but not\\nquite, because, as she said, years had taught her", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0067.jp2"}, "66": {"fulltext": "54\\nMARIA.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nself-command. I don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t know what she meant,\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nadded April, reflectively. w I \u00e2\u0080\u0099m sure years never\\ntaught me any thing of the sort. However, that\\nis neither here nor there! If she hadn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t had a\\nfine constitution, Maria never could have endured\\nall this cruelty. Her body didn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t. It soon sank\\nunder its sufferings; and, after spitting saw\u00c2\u00ac\\ndust for some months, wasted away so much\\nthat May\u00e2\u0080\u0099s mother said it must go into the rag\u00c2\u00ac\\nbag. People make a great fuss about having\\ntheir heads cut off, but Maria said it was quite\\neasy if the scissors were sharp. Snip, snip, rip,\\nrip, and there you are. The head was put care\u00c2\u00ac\\nfully away in a wardrobe because it was so hand\u00c2\u00ac\\nsome, and May\u00e2\u0080\u0099s mamma promised to buy a new\\nbody for it; but somehow she forgot, and by and\\nby May grew so big that she didn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t care to play\\nwith dolls any more. So Maria\u00e2\u0080\u0099s head went on\\nliving in the wardrobe. Having no longer any\\ncares of the body to disturb it, it gave itself up\\nto the cultivation of the intellect. A wardrobe is\\na capital place for study, it appears. People keep", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0068.jp2"}, "67": {"fulltext": "MARIA.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n55\\ndleir best things there, and rarely come to dis\u00c2\u00ac\\nturb them. At night, when the house is asleep,\\nthey wake up and talk together, and tell secrets.\\nThe silk gowns converse about the fine parties\\nthey have gone to, and the sights they have\\nseen. There were several silk gowns in the\\nwardrobe. One of them had a large spot of ice\u00c2\u00ac\\ncream on its front breadth. She used to let the\\nother things smell it, that they might know what\\nluxury was like; and once Maria got a chance,\\nand licked it with her tongue, but she said it didn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t\\ntaste as she expected. There was an India shawl,\\ntoo, which would lift the lid of its box, and relate\\nstories oh, so interesting! about black faces\\nand white turbans and hot sunshine. The laces\\nin the drawer came from Belgium. That was\\na place to learn geography! And the Roman\\npearls had a history too. They were devout\\nCatholics, and would tell their beads all night\\nif nobody seemed to be listening. But the Coral\\nin the drawer below was Red Republican in its\\nopinions, and made no attempt to hide it. Both", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0069.jp2"}, "68": {"fulltext": "56\\nMARIA.\u00e2\u0080\u0099\\nhailed from Italy, but they were always quarrel*\\nling! Oh, Maria knew a deal! As she grew\\nwise, she ceased to care for tea-parties, and being\\ntaken out to walk as formerly. All she wanted\\nwas to gain information, and strengthen her mind.\\nAt least so she said; but for all that,\u00e2\u0080\u009d remarked\\nApril, with a sly smile, w she had some lingering\\nregard for looks still, for she complained bitterly\\nof the change in her complexion. Perhaps it\\nwas putting so much inside her head made the\\noutside so dull and shabby!\\nw Well, for twenty-three long years Maria lived\\nin the wardrobe at the head of polite society.\\nShe was treated with great respect.- The dresses\\nalways bowed to her when they went in and out.\\nWhen their time came for being ripped up and\\npieced into bedquilts, they said farewell with\\nmany tears. All this gratified her feelings, of\\ncourse. So you can imagine what a shock it\\nwas when, one day, the wardrobe door was sud\u00c2\u00ac\\ndenly opened, and she was lifted down and laid\\nin a pair of little clutching hands, which grasped", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0070.jp2"}, "69": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0098MARIA.\\n57\\nher eagerly. A small thumb-nail pierced her left\\ncheek. I could have screamed/ said Maria;\\nbut where would have been the use? Dolls\\nhave positively no rights.\u00e2\u0080\u0099\\nWho was it took her down?\u00e2\u0080\u009d asked Max,\\nquite forgetful of his original scorn about Maria\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nhistory.\\nIt was Baby May. Not the same May, but\\nanother as like her as two peas. In fact, the\\nfirst May was grown up; and this was her little\\ngirl. Grandmamma had bought a beautiful new\\nbody, and now Maria\u00e2\u0080\u0099s head had to be sewed on\\nto it. Her feelings when the stitches were put\\nin, she said, she could never describe. They\\nwere like those of a poor old soldier, who, after\\nliving fifty years on his pension, finds himself\\ndragged from pipe and chimney-corner, and\\nobliged to begin again as a drummer-boy.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nIt was really cruel, I think,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Thekla,\\nindignantly.\\nYes,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said April; but you haven\u00e2\u0080\u0099t heard the\\nworst. Think of being suddenly united to such", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0071.jp2"}, "70": {"fulltext": "58\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cMARIA. 1\\na young body! There was Maria, elderly and\\ndignified, full of wisdom and experience, longing\\nfor nothing so much as to be left alone to think\\nover the facts she had learned. And there were\\nher arms and legs always wanting to be in motion.\\nNew, impulsive, full of sawdust, it was misery to\\nthem to be still. They wanted to dance and frisk\\nall the time, to wear fine clothes, to have other\\ndolls come on visits, to drink tea out of the baby-\\nhouse tea-set, and have a good time generally.\\nWhen Maria assured them t,.at she was tired of\\nthese things, and had seen the vanity of them,\\nthey said they wanted to see the vanity too\\nAnd if ever she got a quiet chance, and had fallen\\ninto a reverie about old times and friends, the\\nsilk stockings in the wardrobe, for instance, and\\nthe touching story they had told her; or the shoe-\\nbuckles, who were exiles from their country, all\\nof a sudden her obstreperous limbs would assert\\nthemselves, out would flourish her legs, up fly\\nher hands and hit her in the eye, and the first\\nthing she knew she would be tumbled out on to", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0072.jp2"}, "71": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u009cMARIA\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n59\\nthe floor. Just think what a trial to a lady of\\nfine education and manners! It was enough to\\nvex a saint. She assured me she had lost at least\\nthree scruples of wax. But nobody cared in the\\nleast about her scruples.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nAnd what became of the poor thing in the\\nend?\u00e2\u0080\u009d asked Thekla.\\nThat I can\u00e2\u0080\u0099t say,\u00e2\u0080\u009d replied April: I had to\\ncome away, you know; and I left her there. One\\nof two things, she told me, was pretty sure to\\nhappen: either her arms and legs would sober\\nwith time, or she would get so hideous from un\u00c2\u00ac\\nhappiness that May\u00e2\u0080\u0099s mamma would buy a new\\nhead to match them. Then, ah then said she,\\nI may perhaps be allowed to go back to my\\nbeloved top-shelf in the wardrobe. Never, never\\nwill I quit it again so long as I live! She ended\\n^with a sigh. I bade her farewell, but on the way\\ndownstairs I met a little girl coming up and call\u00c2\u00ac\\ning out, Where dolly? me want dolly! And I\\nfear poor Maria was not left any longer in peace\\nin the attic closet.\u00e2\u0080\u009d", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0073.jp2"}, "72": {"fulltext": "60\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cMARIA.\\nApril closed her story. She took her moments\\nfrom the can, poured the dandelions into Thekla\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nlap, and rose to go.\\nI am late,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she said: all my violets must be\\nmade before midnight. I have none but these\\nfew in my hair.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nNot yet, stay a little longer! pleaded the\\nchildren.\\nAh, no!\u00e2\u0080\u009d said April: I must go. You\\nwon\u00e2\u0080\u0099t miss me long: May is coming, my sister\\nMay. Everybody loves her better than they do\\nme,\u00e2\u0080\u009d and she wiped her eyes dolefully as she shut\\nthe door.\\nWhat a goose I am!\u00e2\u0080\u009d she cried, flinging\\nit open again, with a merry laugh. Don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t\\nmind my nonsense. Good-by, dears, good-\\nby\\nOh, how cheerful the kitchen seemed nowl\\nWhere were the colds and the disconsolate\\nlooks? All gone; and Max and Thekla laughed\\ngayly into each other\u00e2\u0080\u0099s faces.", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0074.jp2"}, "73": {"fulltext": "MARIA.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n61\\nI \u00e2\u0080\u0099ll tell you what,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Max, w if April didn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t\\ncry so easily, she\u00e2\u0080\u0099d be one of the jolliest girls\\nin the world.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nGood-by, dears I", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0075.jp2"}, "74": {"fulltext": "Round his head she put a wreath of long sprays. It was great fun.\u00e2\u0080\u0099\\nCHAPTER Y.\\nmay\u00e2\u0080\u0099s garden.\\nThe chicks throve. Day by day their legs\\ngrew strong, their yellow bodies round and\\nfull, and their calls for food more clamorous.", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0076.jp2"}, "75": {"fulltext": "MAY\u00e2\u0080\u0099S GARDEN.\\n63\\nAs the snow melted, and the sun made warm\\nspots on the earth, they began to run from the\\ncottage-door, and poke and scratch about with\\ntheir bills. But they always came back to the\\nbasket to sleep; and Thekla prepared their food,\\nand watched over them as well as any old hen\\ncould have done.\\nShe found time for this in the midst of other\\nwork. There was much to do, after a whole\\nmonth\u00e2\u0080\u0099s neglect the house needed cleaning and\\nsetting to rights, and the yarn for the new suit\\nmust be finished at once. The busy wheel\\nhummed and whirred more noisily than ever, in\\nthe afternoons, now growing long and bright;\\nand Max, his cold quite cured, sat by, with his\\ncarving-tools, as busy as she. Altogether, the\\ntime flew rapidly; and the cheerfulness left by\\nApril\u00e2\u0080\u0099s visit still lay upon the cottage when the\\nevening came for May to appear.\\nThere was no languor or dulness this time.\\nThe hearth was cleanly swept, and the door left\\najar that the guest might see the light as she", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0077.jp2"}, "76": {"fulltext": "64\\nMAY\u00e2\u0080\u0099S GARDEN.\\nwalked through the Forest. But so quiet was\\nher coming, that her hand was on the latch\\nbefore they knew it, and both of them jumped\\nat the sound of her knock. As she came in,\\nthey saw that a lamb was trotting beside her,\\nheld by a band of young spring grasses, curi\u00c2\u00ac\\nously woven together.\\nThis is my present,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she said.\\nJudge if the children danced for joy. A\\nJamb! a real lamb! all for their own! Never\\nwas any thing like it. They patted the pretty\\ncreature, and lavished caresses upon him, till\\nfinally the chicks woke up at the stir, peeped,\\ncalled, and at last flew out of their baskets\\nto see what was going on; and one of them\\nfluttered up on to the lamb\u00e2\u0080\u0099s back, where he\\nsat like a yellow buttercup on a bank of\\nsnow. May gazed upon the scene with a calm\\nsmile.\\nNow,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she said at last, if you\u00e2\u0080\u0099re quite\\ndone, I \u00e2\u0080\u0099ll venture to remind you that my time\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nimportant. Business first, and pleasure after.", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0078.jp2"}, "77": {"fulltext": "MAY\u00e2\u0080\u0099S GARDEN.\\n65\\nSuppose you put off kissing that creature again\\nuntil I am gone.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThus admonished, the children reluctantly\\nleft the lamb, tied by his grassy chain to the\\ndresser, and came back to the fire. So far they\\nhad been almost too busy to look at May; but\\nnow they did. At first Thekla thought her the\\nsweetest thing she had ever seen. Her hair\\ncurled like the tendrils of a wild grape; no shell\\nwas ever lined with lovelier pink than the bloom\\nof her cheek. But, as she gazed, Thekla became\\naware of an expression which contradicted the\\ntender lines of the face, a certain teasing look,\\na frostiness about the blue eyes, which baffled\\nand surprised her. The same quality appeared\\nin her words, and even in the soft voice which\\nuttered them. Fair and winsome as she was,\\nThekla did not venture close, as she had done\\nto April, but clung tightly to Max\u00e2\u0080\u0099s hand while\\nshe listened.\\nI reminded you,\u00e2\u0080\u009d proceeded May, w because I\\nhave really too much to do to allow of my wast-", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0079.jp2"}, "78": {"fulltext": "MAY\u00e2\u0080\u0099S GARDEN.\\ning time. Very few Months have the work put\\nupon them that I have. June pretends to be\\nbusy; but, after all, most of it is finishing off\\nwhat I began. And as for April, she is a sad,\\nidle girl, and does almost nothing. Why, I came\\nupon her just now,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said May, in an aggrieved\\nvoice; and there she was having a game of\\nplay with that good-for-nothing Jack Frost,\\ntickling him with her warm fingers and scream\u00c2\u00ac\\ning with laughter; and of course I shall be ex\u00c2\u00ac\\npected to make up for all she leaves incomplete.\\nThere\u00e2\u0080\u0099s the great wash of the year, for instance.\\nIt fairly belongs to her; but she never will do it.\\nAnd I Ve all the plants to wake too, which is a\\nhard job, for they are the sleepiest little things\\nimaginable; and the gardens to tidy, and all.\\nSo you won\u00e2\u0080\u0099t wonder that I can\u00e2\u0080\u0099t spare many\\nminutes for telling stories.\\nDid you ever have a garden? she went on.\\nOh, yes! replied Thekla. Max makes me\\none every summer.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nIt\u00e2\u0080\u0099s very pleasant,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said May; but when", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0080.jp2"}, "79": {"fulltext": "MAY\u00e2\u0080\u0099S GARDEN.\\n67\\nyour flower-beds are as big as all outdoors, as\\nmine are, there \u00e2\u0080\u0099s a great deal of care and respon\u00c2\u00ac\\nsibility in them, I assure you. I like it, however.\\nI enjoy sowing millions of seeds, and setting\\nlittle roots to straggle, and pruning and clipping.\\nEvery flower that ever grew is in my list, and I\\nmanage to see it in bloom somewhere or other.\\nIf I were subject to rose-cold, I should go crazy;\\nfor smelling is my delight. Ah! you should see\\nmy rose-beds in Damascus. But the nicest\\ngarden I ever made was a very tiny one which\\nwas planted to please some little children. Shall\\nI tell you about it\\nOh, yes, do! cried Max.\\nIt was in a cold country, a long way from\\nhere, which I never visit till pretty late in\\nthe season. You have to cross the sea to get to\\nit. Once only red people lived there. They\\ndwelt in wigwams, and didn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t care much for me,\\nexcept that I melted the snow which kept them\\nfrom their hunting-grounds. But one year,\\non arriving I found something new. A ship", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0081.jp2"}, "80": {"fulltext": "68\\nMAY\u00e2\u0080\u0099S GARDEN.\\nlay on the shore, and people with white faces\\nwere pitching tents and building huts as if\\nthey meant to stay. Among them were some\\nchildren.\\nOf these, two particularly took my fancy,\\ntwo little sisters, fair as lilies. One was almost\\na baby. When they sat at the door of the tent,\\nI used to steal up unseen, and pat their cheeks\\nwith my hand. They did not know it was I;\\nbut they liked it.\\nThe men were busy in cutting trees for the\\nhouses. The women had to cook and wash and\\nsew. There was hard work in plenty for all.\\nNo one had time to amuse the little ones, and\\nthe idea occurred to me of making them a\\ngarden.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThat was good of you,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Thekla, her\\nheart warming to this Month who was so kind\\nto little children.\\nAh replied May, coldly, you think so\\nThekla felt snubbed, and she said no more.\\nThe place I chose,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said May, resuming her", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0082.jp2"}, "81": {"fulltext": "MAY\u00e2\u0080\u0099S GARDEN.\\n69\\nstory, was a good way off in the woods, a\\nhidden nook, just such as I love. The trees\\nstood thickly about it, but they opened and left\\na spot where the sunshine could come in and\\nwarm the earth. There for many days I worked\\nwith busy lingers, clearing away dead leaves\\nand roots, and covering the ground with a moss\\ncarpet thick and soft, into which tiny coral points\\nwere stuck to please baby eyes. In the very\\nmiddle I set a snow-white mushroom, glistening\\nand white as an ivory umbrella; and all about it\\nI planted and wreathed the sweetest flower I\\nknow, a flower whose cups are as pink as a\\nrose, and hold a fragrance so rare, that if a per\u00c2\u00ac\\nfumer could collect it in his bottles it would be\\nworth its weight in gold. When all was done,\\nit was the daintiest little garden ever seen; and\\nnow it only remained to entice the babies thither\\nto enjoy it.\\nThis was easy. I selected a warm day, that\\nthey might not catch cold; and, as they sat at the\\ndoor of the tent, I crept up and sat beside them.", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0083.jp2"}, "82": {"fulltext": "70\\nMAY\u00e2\u0080\u0099S GARDEN.\\nThey dicl not see me, but I whispered in their\\nears, a low, coaxing whisper which I only use\\nfor babies.\\nIn the woods,\u00e2\u0080\u0099 I said, the pretty, pretty\\nwoods, are such beautiful things! Red flowers\\nand blue flowers, for you to play with; and squir\u00c2\u00ac\\nrels with frisky tails, and birds which sing all the\\ntime. Oh, such fun as it is\\nThe baby laughed out, and showed her teeth\\nwhite as milk; but it was only at the song in my\\nvoice, the words she did not understand. The\\nelder one listened; and, as I went on, her small\\nfeet began to twitch and dance, as if they could\\nno longer keep still.\\nCome, Sissy,\u00e2\u0080\u0099 she said. Let\u00e2\u0080\u0099s go and\\ntake a walk over yonder where it is so green.\\nSister \u00e2\u0080\u0099ll find you some flowers to play with.\u00e2\u0080\u0099\\nBaby was all ready for that, or any thing\\nelse. To her, Sister was quite a grown-up\\nperson, because she could talk plain, and wore a\\nfunny little russet petticoat like their mother\u00e2\u0080\u0099s.\\nSo side by side the little lambs trotted away.", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0084.jp2"}, "83": {"fulltext": "MAY\u00e2\u0080\u0099S GARDEN.\\n71\\nThere was nobody on the watch to see them go,\\nand soon the dark wood hid them from view.\\nI held Sister\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\u00e2\u0080\u0099 other hand, and gently guided\\nto the right path.\\nIt wasn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t much of a path. There were\\ntangled mosses and rough boughs to catch the\\nlittle feet; but I held fast, and did not let them\\ntrip. And by and by, when we came to a\\nsmoother place, I took from my bosom a butter\u00c2\u00ac\\nfly I had brought on purpose, and set it flying\\nbefore their eyes. There was no danger of\\ntears or fright after that.\\nSuch a jolly race as then began! I had\\nordered the butterfly to fly slowly, so the clutch\u00c2\u00ac\\ning fingers seemed always just about to grasp it.\\nSuch funny, tripping steps, such peals of glee!\\nNever was a merrier hunt! The hunt led them\\na long way. Once Baby\u00e2\u0080\u0099s fingers almost closed\\non the painted wings, but still the butterfly flew\\nbefore, and still the children ran behind; when\\nall at once a third baby appeared, to share the\\nchase another child, a tiny Indian boy. No", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0085.jp2"}, "84": {"fulltext": "72\\nMAY\u00e2\u0080\u0099S GARDEN.\\ndress hid his small, dark limbs. A little bow\\nwas in his hand, a quiver on his back; and as he\\njumped from behind a bush, and joined in the\\nfrolic, it was like a brown twig flying after two\\nsnow-white blossoms blown from the tree.\\nThe little ones were not frightened. They\\ntook kindly to a new playmate, whatever his\\ncolor might be. Sister made friends at once,\\nwhile Baby stared at him with her big blue eyes.\\nOn they trotted together; and by and by the\\nnimble boy made a clutch which secured the\\nbutterfly, and the brown head and the fair ones\\nmet together over the prize.\\nPitty! pitty! cried Baby, and she patted\\nthe little Indian with her soft hand. Then the\\nsame soft fingers made a grab at the purple\\nwings. Ah me! one of them came off in her\\ngrasp. My poor butterfly! The first of the\\nseason!\\nThe children were sorry. Children are al\u00c2\u00ac\\nways sorry,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said May, tartly, after the mis\u00c2\u00ac\\nchief is done; but I don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t see that it makes them", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0086.jp2"}, "85": {"fulltext": "MAY\u00e2\u0080\u0099-S GARDEN.\\n73\\nany more careful next time. In two minutes the\\ndead insect was forgotten by everybody but me.\\nI picked him up, you may be sure; and that\\nevening made him a little grave under a par\u00c2\u00ac\\ntridge-berry vine.\\nIt was droll to hear the three babies talk\\ntogether. They had no words in common; but\\nthey had lingers to point with, comical little\\nheads to nod and wag, and eyes to explain\\nthe meaning of each gesture. So they got on\\nwonderfully. The brown baby\u00e2\u0080\u0099s name w T as\\nAl-a-gon-qua, but Sister called him Ally.\\nMy name Ruth,\u00e2\u0080\u0099 she said, her name Baby,\u00e2\u0080\u0099\\nspeaking very loud to make it easier to under\u00c2\u00ac\\nstand.\\nAlly tried to say it, but couldn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t get nearer\\nthan Tute.\u00e2\u0080\u0099 This was stupid; but he was a\\nclever baby, for all that. He could take straight\\naim with his bow, and bring down a robin or\\na quail ten yards off. He knew how to find the\\nwater-springs. He could climb a tree, and swim\\nlike a jolly little polliwog. Fearless as a squirrel,\\nhe sprang about the trackless wilderness without", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0087.jp2"}, "86": {"fulltext": "74\\nMAY\u00e2\u0080\u0099S GARDEN.\\npathway or guide, and needed neither, and knew\\nno fear.\\nw All the time they talked, the little ones were\\ngetting deeper and deeper into the wood. They\\ndid not know where they were going; but I\\nknew, and guided every step.\\nw And now they reached the garden. The sun\\nlay warm and bright on the moss; and, at sight\\nof the fairy cups of pink and snow and of the\\nivory mushroom, they laughed for joy.\\nPitty! pitty! cried Baby again, using her\\nsole little word; and, with one consent, all three\\nsat down together in the midst of the flowers.\\nHow I did enjoy it! The long, cold voyage at\\nsea, the bleak spring, the crowded home in the\\ntents where all were too busy to notice them,\\nwere forgotten as they sat there in my garden;\\nand they buzzed like bees in the sunshine. It\\nwas the sweetest sight to see!\\nSuch games as they played Baby pulled\\nflowers till her lap was full. She tossed them\\nabout. She put heaps of them on her head, and\\nscreamed with laughter as they rained down into", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0088.jp2"}, "87": {"fulltext": "MAY\u00e2\u0080\u0099S GARDEN.\\n75\\nher eyes. Ruth meantime was turning the little\\nIndian into a big nosegay. She stuck leaves all\\nover him. His quiver she filled with blossoms.\\nRound his head she put a wreath of long sprays.\\nIt was great fun. Luckily, the small russet pet\u00c2\u00ac\\nticoat had a pocket, and in it was a big ship\u00e2\u0080\u0099s-\\nbiscuit; so, when dinner-time came, they ate\\nthat, and were not hungry. As long as the sun\\nshone, the play lasted; and he stayed late that\\nnight, as if to enjoy the pretty show as long as\\npossible. But at last the long shadows had\\nbegun to creep over the place, and I to feel\\nembarrassed as to how to get my babies home\\nagain, when the bark of a dog was heard close\\nat hand. Then I was easy; for I knew some\u00c2\u00ac\\nbody was coming to find them.\\nSure enough, before the dusk had crept over\\nthe happy group in the sun, they came, two\\nmen with anxious faces, and guns on their\\nshoulders, and a pale, frightened woman. That\\nwas the Mother. They could hardly believe\\nwhat they saw. Bears and savages had been\\nin their thoughts all the way. Never once had", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0089.jp2"}, "88": {"fulltext": "76\\nMAY\u00e2\u0080\u0099S GARDEN.\\nthey dreamed that the little ones were playing\\nin my garden.\\nHow the woman ran when she saw the chil\u00c2\u00ac\\ndren! How she caught up and kissed Baby,\\nand hugged little Ruth in her arms! O chil\u00c2\u00ac\\ndren she cried, as soon as she could speak,\\nhow came you here How could you frighten\\nus so?\u00e2\u0080\u0099\\nRuth looked puzzled. f I guess it was the\\nbutterfly,\u00e2\u0080\u0099 she said: 4 it came along, and showed\\nus the way.\u00e2\u0080\u0099\\nWho is this? asked one of the men.\\nThat\u00e2\u0080\u0099s Ally,\u00e2\u0080\u0099 explained Ruth.\\nPoor boy! said the Mother. I thought\\neven the savages were too tender of their babes\\nto let them thus alone in the forest. We will\\ntake him home with us, husband, and cherish\\nhim. Perchance his friends may seek him out.\u00e2\u0080\u0099\\nBut to all their words and kind looks the\\nlittle Indian was deaf. When they pointed to\\nthe setting sun in token that night was near, he\\npointed to the east as if to say that the same\\nsun would rise again before long. They tried to", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0090.jp2"}, "89": {"fulltext": "MAY\u00e2\u0080\u0099S GARDEN.\\n77\\nentice him with caresses; but he shook himself\\nfree, and, signing to some distant part of the\\nwood where his home lay, he emptied the flowers\\nfrom his quiver, threw back his black hair with\\na toss, and with a few active bounds disappeared\\nfrom their sight. Ruth cried after him, Ally!\\nAlly! but it was all in vain. He was gone;\\nand he never came back.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nAnd what became of Ruth and Baby?\u00e2\u0080\u009d asked\\nThekla.\\nOh! they went home with their Father and\\nMother; and good care was taken that they\\nshould not stray again. I used to visit them\\nsometimes, and play with their hair and soft\\ncheeks; and I taught them to call the pink\\nblossoms by my name. May-flowers they are\\ntermed to this day; and they are such favorites,\\nthat I plant immense beds of them in that coun\u00c2\u00ac\\ntry every spring, and then people grumble that\\nthere are not enough.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nAnd is that all about the little girls?\u00e2\u0080\u009d per\u00c2\u00ac\\nsisted Thekla.\\nDear me! said May, you are hard to sat-", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0091.jp2"}, "90": {"fulltext": "T8\\nMAY\u00e2\u0080\u0099S GARDEN.\\nisfy. No: of course it \u00e2\u0080\u0099s not all. Baby grew\\nup. Some one said she married the Governor.\\nOnly think, Baby marry a Governor! As for\\nlittle Ruth, she didn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t grow up: she went to\\nHeaven instead; and so stayed a child for ever.\\nNobody knows now where her grave is, except\u00c2\u00ac\\ning me; and every year I plant May-blossoms\\nupon it.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nMay\u00e2\u0080\u0099s voice was a little sad, and her eyes\\nlooked sweet and tender.\\nHow about Algonqua inquired Max, who\\nwas rather ashamed of feeling affected.\\nHe became a great chief,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said May, and\\nlived to be a hundred. I heard that he was\\nburied in a mound out West, over the top of\\nwhich a railroad now runs. But about that I\\nam not sure: my business is not with the dead,\\nbut the living.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nAnd saying this, she rose briskly up. I\\nmeant to have done in just half an hour,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she\\nremarked, and it is nearly an hour and a\\nquarter. I \u00e2\u0080\u0099ll take those moments at once, if\\nyou please.\u00e2\u0080\u009d", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0092.jp2"}, "91": {"fulltext": "MAY\u00e2\u0080\u0099S GARDEN.\\n79\\nHer manner was so sharp and decided that\\nthey did not dare urge her to stay. Max brought\\nthe can, and Thelda lighted her to the door.\\nWhen she had departed with a curt good-by,\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nthey felt perplexed and puzzled.\\nw She\u00e2\u0080\u0099s very pretty,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said they, but somehow\\nnot at all what we expected.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThis is my present,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she said.", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0093.jp2"}, "92": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER VI.\\nTHE LITTLE HOUSEKEEPERS.\\nThe lamb speedily became accustomed to his\\nnew home. When Thekla brought him food, he\\nwould cuddle close, and lick her fingers, bleating\\nsoftly. Before long he was grown so tame that,\\nif Max seized his two fore feet and waltzed round\\nthe room, he made no objection, but frisked\\nfunnily, as if enjoying the joke. Best of all,\\nhowever, he loved to lie beside Grandfather\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nchair, within reach of his stroking hand. The\\nold man found continual pleasure in the gentle\\ncreature, whose wool was scarcely whiter than\\nhis own snowy hair. With the serene faith of\\nold age, he asked no questions as to the new\\npossession, but accepted it calmly and without", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0094.jp2"}, "93": {"fulltext": "THE LITTLE HOUSEKEEPERS,\\n81\\nwonderment; for Grandfather was getting very\\nold.\\nYou should have seen Dotty, with her sleeves rolled up, ^Weeping away for dear\\nlife, and ordering dear about.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n6", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0095.jp2"}, "94": {"fulltext": "82\\nTHE LITTLE HOUSEKEEPERS.\\nAs for Thekla, she thought there was never a\\nlamb like this. For his sake, she loved all lambs;\\nand often, at her wheel, would sing the w Lamb\\nSong,\u00e2\u0080\u009d with which babies are hushed to sleep.\\nIt ran something like this:\\nLambs in the daisies,\\nWhiter than they;\\nSo in her snowy bed.\\nTossing her golden head.\\nFrolics my baby, like lamb at its play.\\nSee how the little one\\nFrisks by its dam\\nKnowing no harm or fear,\\nHappy if she is near:\\nThus to my bosom clings closely my lamb.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cNow comes the Shepherd,\\nCounts every one.\\nLeads to the pastures fair\\nWhere the sweet streamlets are.\\nShields from the tempest, and shades from the sun.\\nJesu, the Shepherd dear,\\nKnoweth his sheep;\\nAnd in His gracious arm,\\nSafe from all fear and harm,\\nKeepeth his lammies, and ever will keep.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nSo, with songs and busy days, the month sped\\nquickly away.", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0096.jp2"}, "95": {"fulltext": "THE LITTLE HOUSEKEEPERS.\\n83\\nw Oh dear, I wish it were night! said Max on\\nthe morning of the 30th. April and May were\\nso nice that I \u00e2\u0080\u0099m really in a hurry to have the\\nday go.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nI \u00e2\u0080\u0099m not,\u00e2\u0080\u009d replied sensible Thekla. I like\\nto have to wait a little for pleasant things,\\nbecause then they last so much longer. And\\nI \u00e2\u0080\u0099m real glad there are so many more Months to\\ncome, six, no, seven, counting June. Let \u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nwork hard to-day, Brother; and then the time\\nwill seem short.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nMax agreed; and by twelve o\u00e2\u0080\u0099clock the\\nfamous spoon, upon which he had been so long\\nengaged, was done. It was cleverly carved for\\na young workman; and, as there was plenty of\\ntime before the Fair, he set to work at once\\nupon a fork to match, and grew so interest\u00c2\u00ac\\ned that when the sun set he cried out, Oh\\ndear, it \u00e2\u0080\u0099s too bad The days aren\u00e2\u0080\u0099t half long\\nenough.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThekla laughed, but was too wise, and too\\ntender of Max\u00e2\u0080\u0099s feelings, to say, I told you so,\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nas some little girls would have done. She only", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0097.jp2"}, "96": {"fulltext": "84\\nTHE LITTLE HOUSEKEEPERS.\\nput aside her work, and made haste with the\\nsupper, that all might be tidy and in order for\\nthe coming guest.\\nThe evenings were still cool enough to make a\\nfire comfortable, and the hearth glowed bright as\\nin winter. But the casement stood open; and,\\none on each side, the children perched themselves\\nto wait for June. She arrived promptly, the pink\\nsunset glowing behind her figure, as it issued,\\nall clothed in white, from the leafy woods.\\nMax and Thekla flew to meet her. On her\\nhead was a wreath of flowering hawthorn.\\nShe held up the skirt of her gown filled with\\nstrawberries.\\nPut in a thumb, and pull out something\\nnice,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she said merrily, as she saw them coming.\\nBoth thumbs and fingers were soon red as\\ncherries; for all the time June told her tale they\\nkept going in and out of the fragrant, fascinat\u00c2\u00ac\\ning lap, and conveying red, delicious mouthfuls\\nto the little lips dyed deep with juicy stains. It\\nwas wonderful how the children took to June.\\nIt seemed as if they could not get close enough.", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0098.jp2"}, "97": {"fulltext": "THE LITTLE HOUSEKEEPERS. 85\\nThey lay on her lap, put their arms about her\\nneck, kissed and played with her hands, were not\\none bit afraid of her; and she evidently was\\nused to and liked it, for she only smiled when\\nthey did so. This was her story:\\nw Last year I had to take a long ride over the\\nDesert, and it was extremely hot. So, as soon as\\nwas possible I came away, and went to a place\\namong the hills, to cool off. A very nice, old-\\nfashioned, little place it is. People from the city\\ngo there in the summer; and this time, as it\\nhappened, they were earlier than usual.\\nW I love children very much, so I soon got\\nacquainted with all in the village. There were\\never so many of them. Some, in fine ruffled\\nfrocks, were thin and white, and had blue circles\\nround their eyes. That was because they had\\nbeen taken to parties in the winter till they were\\nalmost dead. And some were all worried out\\nwith going to school, and had round shoulders\\nand tired faces. And a few were dear natural\\nlittle boys and girls, with lips and cheeks the\\nright color, and plenty of clean common clothes", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0099.jp2"}, "98": {"fulltext": "86\\nTHE LITTLE HOUSEKEEPERS.\\nto romp in. I loved all of them, and they me;!\\nbut these last loved me best. We used to spend!\\nwhole days out-doors together, playing I spy\\nand f hide-and-seek in the bushes. As a general\\nthing, they were pretty good. There was an\\nAnna Maria, to be sure, who slapped her little\\nsister now and then; and one boy named Johnny\\nwho would climb trees after the robins\u00e2\u0080\u0099 nests:\\nso that I was forced at last to push him off a\\nbough and sprain his ankle, to make him let\\nthem alone. But, on the whole, I was well\\nsatisfied with them. And my prime favorite\\nthe roundest, jolliest, nicest, prettiest of all\\nwas little Dotty Dexter.\\nw Dotty was six years old, the dearest, cun-\\nningest mite of a romp you ever saw, and at\\nthe same time a born housewife. All her life\\nit had been so. When two years old, she used\\nto take her small apron and trot round the\\nnursery rubbing the furniture clean, as she had\\nseen nurse do. She could only reach to the\\nseats of the chairs, and about half way up the\\nlegs of the tables; but so far she always made", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0100.jp2"}, "99": {"fulltext": "THE LITTLE HOUSEKEEPERS.\\n87\\nthem shine till you could almost see your face\\nin them.\\nw Dotty had an admirer. He was one year\\nolder than she, and his name was Willy Pringle.\\nShe loved him very much, partly because he had\\na jacket with two pockets, and gilt buttons down\\nthe front, .and partly because when his mamma\\ngave him any gum-drops he always brought her\\nhalf of them to suck. So when he asked,\\nWould she be his little wife?\u00e2\u0080\u0099 she said she\\nwould.\\nDown the village street stood a queer little\\nhouse, which nobody lived in. Once it had been\\npainted brown; but the paint had rubbed off,\\nand now it was all yellow and spotty. The door\\nwasn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t locked, because doors never were locked\\nin that place; and one day Willy and Dotty\\nopened it, and strayed in to take a look.\\nw It was a most beautiful house. There was a\\nhall, with an upstairs and a downstairs to it.\\nThe upstairs went to the bed-rooms, and the\\ndownstairs to the cellar. There were two\\nrooms,\u00e2\u0080\u0094a parlor and a kitchen; and two bed-", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0101.jp2"}, "100": {"fulltext": "88\\nTHE LITTLE HOUSEKEEPERS.\\nrooms, and the cellar: that made five. There was\\na stove in the kitchen, with real holes in the top,\\nand a pipe. It was rather rusty, but a delightful\\nstove notwithstanding. In the parlor was a chair\\nand a stool and another chair, all three quite rag\u00c2\u00ac\\nged; and upstairs, on one of the window-sills,\\nstood a long row of bottles. 6 Hair Dye was\\nwritten on the outside of them; and they smelt\\ndusty, when you put them to your nose. That\\nwas all the furniture; except some pieces of plas\u00c2\u00ac\\nter, which had fallen down from the ceiling.\\nDotty and Willy trotted over the place, hand\\nin hand. Their conclusion was that there never\\nwas such a nice house before for two young\\npeople to go to housekeeping in.\\nWe \u00e2\u0080\u0099ll call it ours, you know,\u00e2\u0080\u0099 said Dotty,\\nand play we live in it. Only we won\u00e2\u0080\u0099t stay at\\nnight, \u00e2\u0080\u0099cause Mamma says mice always get into\\nold houses. And it scares me dreadful when I\\nhear them scratch.\u00e2\u0080\u0099\\nPooh!\u00e2\u0080\u0099 said Willy, to be afraid of mice!\\nBut then you \u00e2\u0080\u0099re a girl, Dotty, so it \u00e2\u0080\u0099s no won\u00c2\u00ac\\nder. Ain\u00e2\u0080\u0099t it a nice house? We\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll stay here", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0102.jp2"}, "101": {"fulltext": "THE LITTLE HOUSEKEEPERS.\\n89\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0099most all the time, won\u00e2\u0080\u0099t we? Only sometimes\\nwe \u00e2\u0080\u0099ll let the others come and play with us.\u00e2\u0080\u0099\\nSometimes,\u00e2\u0080\u0099 replied Mistress Dotty, with an\\nair of experience, sometimes; but not fekent-\\nby \u00e2\u0080\u0099cause visitors is a bother! I heard Ma say\\nso. Now the first thing we \u00e2\u0080\u0099ve got to do is to\\nclear, up. Where can we get a broom, dear\\nDotty said dear,\u00e2\u0080\u0099 because Mamma some\u00c2\u00ac\\ntimes called Papa so.\\nI guess Miss\u00e2\u0080\u0099 Hepsy would lend us one,\u00e2\u0080\u0099\\nanswered Willy,\\nMiss Hepsy was a kind old lady who lived\\nnext door. When she heard who her new\\nneighbors were, she laughed till her sides ached,\\nand lent them the broom with all the good-will\\nin the world.\\nKeep it as long as you like,\u00e2\u0080\u0099 she said:\\nyou \u00e2\u0080\u0099ll find it handy.\u00e2\u0080\u0099\\nYou should have seen Dotty, with her\\nsleeves rolled up, sweeping away for dear life,\\nand ordering Dear about as if she had been\\nninety years old! When the sweeping was\\nfinished, they got some water in a Hair Dye\u00e2\u0080\u0099", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0103.jp2"}, "102": {"fulltext": "90\\nTHE LITTLE HOUSEKEEPERS.\\nbottle, and washed the stairs with Dotty\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\npocket-handkerchief. That was fine fun!\\nCourse we must have a door-plate, dear!\u00e2\u0080\u0099\\nsaid the indefatigable Dotty, this being done,\\nelse folks won\u00e2\u0080\u0099t know who to ask the girl is at\\nhome.\u00e2\u0080\u0099\\nSo Willy cut a square piece of brown paper,\\nand printed on it in big letters, Dotty and\\nWilly Pringle, Esquire.\u00e2\u0080\u0099 After which, they stuck\\nit on the door with a bit of glue which he fortu\u00c2\u00ac\\nnately had in his pocket. He had put it there\\nto chew!\\nHere June stopped, for Max and Thekla were\\nin fits of amusement. June laughed herself,\\nand showed a dimple in each cheek, and one in\\nher chin.\\nI don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t wonder you think it funny,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she said.\\nI was holding my sides all the time myself.\\nIt was too comical, the wise air of that mite of\\na Dotty, and the way she made Willy mind her.\\nWhen the little people went home to dinner,\\nand told their intentions about the house, none\\nof the older folks made any objections. Dotty\u00e2\u0080\u0099s", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0104.jp2"}, "103": {"fulltext": "THE LITTLE HOUSEKEEPERS.\\n91\\nMamma walked down to make sure there was\\nnothing dangerous about the premises; and, as\\nall seemed safe, leave was given them to play\\nthere as much as they liked.\\nIt was wonderful to see how much they\\nmanaged to accomplish. All the village took an\\ninterest, and the good wives hunted their garrets\\nover for old duds to furnish out the little cottage.\\nBefore long there were chairs and tables enough\\nto supply quite a large company; and so much\\ncracked crockery that, burning to use it, Dotty\\nand Willy were constantly going about and\\nbegging for something, to drink from their cups\\nand pitchers. The Mammas finding this out,\\nand thinking a lunch would be a good thing for\\nsuch busy workers, gave the milkman a standing\\norder to leave a pint of milk every day at the\\ndoor. Never was any thing so charming. He\\nwould stop and ring his bell just as he did at the\\ngrown-up houses, and Dotty always keeping\\nhim waiting a moment for dignity\u00e2\u0080\u0099s sake\\nwould march out with her tin measure in her\\nhand. I suspect the milkman enjoyed the joke", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0105.jp2"}, "104": {"fulltext": "92\\nTHE LITTLE HOUSEKEEPERS.\\nas much as anybody, for I never in my life did\\nsee such big pints as he used to pour out of his\\nshining dipper.\\nThe whole house was scrubbed every day.\\niNot because it was dirty, but because Dotty\\nloved to do it. They lived principally in the\\nkitchen, because the village custom was to use\\nparlors very little, and keep them very dark;\\nbut now and then, when Dotty opened a chink\\nof the parlor shutters and let in a little light,\\nyou perceived that the apartment was a magnifi\u00c2\u00ac\\ncent one. There was a table \\\\Vith two daguerro-\\ntypes open upon it, and a copy of Doddridge s\\nRise and Progress,\u00e2\u0080\u0099 put there, as Dotty said, to\\nlook littery.\u00e2\u0080\u0099 The chimney held a great bunch\\nof asparagus feathers; and on the shelf, op the\\nsill, everywhere, were flowers, in mugs, bottles,\\npitchers, glasses. Peonies, dandelions, roses,\\nit didn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t matter which: all was fish that came to\\nDotty s net.\\nIt was a grand sight to see the family at\\ndinner,\u00e2\u0080\u0094Mrs. Dotty, Mr. Willy, and a doll named\\nAraminta. The meal was simple. Sometimes it", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0106.jp2"}, "105": {"fulltext": "THE LITTLE HOUSEKEEPERS. ^3\\nwas bread and butter, sometimes only fennel;\\nbut always there was milk. The finest table-\\nmanners were practised. Araminta was never\\nallowed to eat with her knife, or put her elbows\\non the. table; and once, when she attempted tCj\\ntilt her chair on two legs she was very severely\\npunished. Oh! I assure you, Dotty was a disci\u00c2\u00ac\\nplinarian.\\nI don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t think any palace that ever was built\\ngave half so much pleasure as that little house.\\nThe very crown of all, however, was the tea-\\nparty, given just before they came away. I\\nwasn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t there myself, of course; but September\\ntold me about it. She was invited.\\nw Willy\u00e2\u0080\u0099s Papa had been greatly amused at the\\nwhole thing, and he helped. Two long evenings\\nhe spent in getting up the cards of invitation.\\nThey were neatly printed, and bore the follow\u00c2\u00ac\\ning words\\nMr. and Mrs. William Pringle\\nrequest the pleasure of your company to tea\\non Wednesday afternoon, at five o\u00e2\u0080\u0099clock,\\nat their residence, No. 17 Elm Street.\\nR. S. V. P.\u00e2\u0080\u0099", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0107.jp2"}, "106": {"fulltext": "94\\nTHE LITTLE HOUSEKEEPERS.\\nAll the little boys and girls were immensely\\nexcited when these cards came, and especially at\\nR. S. V. P.\u00e2\u0080\u0099 They were anxious to know what\\nit could mean. Some one told them, Real\\nSweet Violet Powder;\u00e2\u0080\u0099 but the children said,\\nPshaw! that was too silly.\u00e2\u0080\u0099\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nWhat did it really mean?\u00e2\u0080\u009d asked Thekla.\\nI\u00e2\u0080\u0099m sure I don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t know,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said June. How\\nshould I I never go to parties. Perhaps the\\nlast word is Pringle that begins with P.\u00e2\u0080\u0099\\nBut, whatever it means, it was nice to have them\\nprinted there, because it set the little folks\\nguessing, and doubled the fun. Meantime,\\nDotty and Willy were hard at work getting\\nready for the grand affair. It took almost a\\nweek, I can tell you.\\nEvery thing had to be scrubbed, of course.\\nAll the windows were washed, and the furniture\\ndusted. The neighbors sent contributions of\\ncake and biscuit; and, to make the feast more\\nimposing, Mr. Pringle ordered up a big basket\\nof peaches.\\nWhen the time came, Dotty and Willy, in", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0108.jp2"}, "107": {"fulltext": "THE LITTLE HOUSEKEEPERS.\\n95\\ntheir best clothes, sat on two chairs waiting for\\nthe company, and looking very solemn. Every\\none had to rap on the door; and Dotty, on open\u00c2\u00ac\\ning it, would say, Please s\u00e2\u0080\u0099cuse me for coming\\nmy own self, \u00e2\u0080\u0099cause I\u00e2\u0080\u0099ve sent my girl out on a\\ncurrent which was very impressive.\\nw Then the little visitors would come into the\\nparlor, and sit down. They all tried to be very\\ngrave and grown-up; but it didn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t last long with\\nmost of them. Dotty\u00e2\u0080\u0099s dignity, however, held\\nout to the end. When she sat at the head of\\nthe table pouring tea (out of the pitcher), she\\nwas a sight to behold.\\nMr. Pringle,\u00e2\u0080\u0099 she would say, f please distibit\\nthose peaches. You ain\u00e2\u0080\u0099t so polite to the com\u00c2\u00ac\\npany as I could wish.\u00e2\u0080\u0099\\nThe very next day after this happy one,\\nDotty\u00e2\u0080\u0099s Mamma and Papa went away, and Dotty\\nwith them. All the good times were over. She\\nsat on her nurse\u00e2\u0080\u0099s lap and sobbed, as they drove\\ndown the street. When they passed ]STo. 17,\u00e2\u0080\u0099\\nit seemed as if her heart must break. As for\\npoor Willy, he felt as badly as she; but he", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0109.jp2"}, "108": {"fulltext": "96\\nTHE LITTLE HOUSEKEEPERS.\\nwouldn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t cry, because he was a man and the head\\nof a family. When the carriage was quite out\\nof sight, he walked down to the house to see\\nif it would make him feel better. But it looked\\nempty and lonely, with no cunning little figure\\ntrotting about, broom in hand; and was alto\u00c2\u00ac\\ngether so dismal that the poor little man couldn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t\\nbear it, and, as there was nobody to see, he just\\nsat down and cried as hard as Dotty herself.\\nNext day he, too, went away. And since then\\nnobody has lived in the cottage; but the neigh\u00c2\u00ac\\nbors still tell of the droll little housekeepers, and\\nthe nice times they had there.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nOh, don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t go! Tell us another,\u00e2\u0080\u009d pleaded the\\nchildren, as June rose gently from her seat.\\nLook at the clock! remonstrated June.\\nSure enough, it was half-past nine. How the\\nhours had flown!\\nI\u00e2\u0080\u0099m nothing unless I have plenty of roses,\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nshe went on; and so far I\u00e2\u0080\u0099ve only this handful\\nto begin with. The rest are in your can, you\\nknow.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nTake some more, pray do entreated", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0110.jp2"}, "109": {"fulltext": "THE LITTLE HOUSEKEEPERS.\\n9T\\nMax. Never mind if the other Months are a\\nlittle short.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nBut that wouldn 7 t he fair,\u00e2\u0080\u009d replied June.\\nEvery one has a right to his own. Good-by,\\nMax. Good-by, Thekla darling. Next year, if\\nall is w T ell, I \u00e2\u0080\u0099ll see you again.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nSo saying, she glided from the door.\\n7", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0111.jp2"}, "110": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER VII.\\nTHE LAST OF THE FAIRIES.\\nThat visit of June\u00e2\u0080\u0099s was a bright spot, and\\nthe month that followed a lovely one. Never\\nhad grass been greener or wild flowers bloomed\\nso thickly. The trees were full of birds, which\\nsang all day, and all night too, as if too happy\\nto sleep. Fragrant winds seemed to woo the\\nchildren out of doors. They passed half their\\ntime in the wT od; and often while wandering\\nabout, fancying that they caught the gleam of\\nJune\u00e2\u0080\u0099s smile or saw the skirt of her robe vanish\u00c2\u00ac\\ning among the trees, they would pursue; and,\\nthough nothing but a dewdrop or a bough of\\nwhite blossoms waving to and fro could be\\nfound, still the sense of her presence never left", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0112.jp2"}, "111": {"fulltext": "THE LAST OF THE FAIRIES.\\n99\\nthem, and it made the sweetness of the season\\nstill more sweet.\\nWherever Thekla went, her pets went too.\\nThe children loved us, and listened for our voices. Their bright, unt red eyes could\\nperceive us, as we swung from the blue-bells", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0113.jp2"}, "112": {"fulltext": "100\\nTHE LAST OF THE FAIRIES.\\nThe little maid in gray kirtle and scarlet jacket,\\nWith a yellow chicken on each shoulder, and the\\nwhite lamb following close behind, rubbing its\\ncold, soft nose against her hand, made so pretty\\na picture that it seemed sad it should ever grow\\nold or in any way alter. But little girls cannot\\nalways be little, nor is it desirable they should;\\nand, for the lamb, practical Thekla had no notion\\nof keeping him for a useless plaything. Already\\nshe had begun to talk of the stockings Grand\u00c2\u00ac\\nfather was to have out of the first shearing when\\nlammie should become a sheep, and the com\u00c2\u00ac\\nforter which she would knit for Max to tie about\\nhis throat on cold days. And, as if to please\\nher, lammie made haste to be bis*.\\nAs the days came one by one, long and beau\u00c2\u00ac\\ntiful, it seemed hard to let them go. Oh, not\\nyet! the children cried each night to the sun as\\nhe dipped below the horizon; and each night he\\ntarried longer and longer, as if in answer to\\ntheir prayer. But in the end he always had to\\ngo. And so, too, the sweet Month finally said", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0114.jp2"}, "113": {"fulltext": "THE LAST OF THE FAIRIES.\\n101\\nw Good-by;\u00e2\u0080\u009d and it was time for July to make\\nher appearance.\\nThe few sticks which boiled the porridge had\\nblackened into ashes upon the hearth, and the\\nchildren sat hand in hand in the open doorway.\\nA breeze was stirring. Sweet smells came on\\nits wings from the woods. It was the warmest\\nevening yet, and the first upon which the fire\\nhad been suffered to go utterly out.\\nBy and by they saw July coming. She had\\ntaken off her hat for coolness, and was fanning\\nherself with the broad brim. It was made of the\\nleaves of some foreign tree, and shaded her\\nbright, sunburnt face like a green roof. Thekla\\nprivately thought that it must have been taken\\noff a good many times before, or July wouldn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t\\nbe so brown.\\nw Well, I\u00e2\u0080\u0099m glad to get here,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she said, seating\\nherself and flapping the hat to and fro: it\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nalmost too warm for long walks. Not that I\\ncan afford to sit still in any case: I\u00e2\u0080\u0099m too active", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0115.jp2"}, "114": {"fulltext": "102\\nTHE LAST OF THE FAIRIES.\\na person for that. But just here it is really quite\\ncomfortable. I supposed I should find you all\\nburnt up, like the people outside there,\u00e2\u0080\u009d pointing\\nto the wood; so by way of a present I brought\\nthese,\u00e2\u0080\u009d and she produced two palm-leaf fans.\\nThe children were delighted. They had never\\nseen any before. Are they really made of\\nleaves?\u00e2\u0080\u009d they asked.\\nTo be sure,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said July. How odd that you\\nshouldn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t know! Why, over in America every\\nman, woman, and child has one. They are\\nplenty as blackberries, babies cry for them.\\nAnd, speaking of blackberries, here is a pocket\u00c2\u00ac\\nful I picked as I came along. You can be\\neating them to keep yourselves from getting\\nimpatient; for I\u00e2\u0080\u0099m all out of breath, and can\u00e2\u0080\u0099t\\nbegin yet.\u00e2\u0080\u009d Saying which, she turned the pocket\\ninside out on the door-step.\\nThis was good fun. Blackberries grew too\\nfar off to be things of every day, and these were\\nthe first of the season. One after another, the", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0116.jp2"}, "115": {"fulltext": "THE LAST OF THE FAIRIES.\\n103\\nshining black beads disappeared down the little\\nthroats. By the time the last had vanished,\\nJuly was rested, and ready to commence.\\nYou must know,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she said, that way up\\nNorth, in a region which I sometimes visit, are\\ntwo beautiful peaks called the Marble Moun\u00c2\u00ac\\ntains.\u00e2\u0080\u0099 No mountains in all the country are so\\nbeautiful as they. When the full noon smites\\nthem, they gleam like snow; and their glistening\\nseams give out sharp glints, between which lie\\nshadows of the purest, softest gray. But at\\nsunset and sunrise they are all lovely pink, like\\nroses; and so enchanting do they look, that\\nmiles and miles away the children watch them,\\nand fancy the fairies must live there.\\nIt is a wild spot, and few people have ever\\nreached it. Excepting me: I go everywhere.\\nBut for a long time I contented myself with\\nhasty calls, and did not force my way to the heart\\nof the place, where the thick shadows lie. Last\\nyear, however, I resolved to make more thorough", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0117.jp2"}, "116": {"fulltext": "104\\nTHE LAST OF THE FAIRIES.\\nwork. Slowly and carefully I toiled through the\\ndense brushwood and the deep glens; and at last,\\nin the very loneliest recess of the mountain, I\\ncame upon what do you think a fairy!\\nThe little children far away had been right in\\ntheir guess, you see.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cIt was Midsummer-eve, the fairies\u00e2\u0080\u0099 own day;\\nand he was celebrating it with an out-door tea.\\nIlis seat was in the middle of a circle of vivid\\ngreen grass, the kind that once went by the name\\nof a fairy ring.\u00e2\u0080\u0099 He was quite an old fairy.\\nIt is difficult to determine about ages, but I saw\\nthat at a glance. Beside him stood an immense\\ntoadstool, upon which was placed his supper of\\nhoney posset; but he didn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t seem to have much\\nappetite, in fact, he was dreadfully out of\\nspirits, as I found after we had talked a little\\nwhile.\\nI am the last of the little men in green,\u00e2\u0080\u0099\\nhe said, glancing down at his clothes, which\\nwere indeed of a delicate duckweed tint.", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0118.jp2"}, "117": {"fulltext": "THE LAST OF THE FAIRIES.\\n105\\nMany, many centuries have I lived on earth; in\\nfact, I may say that you see before you that\\noldest inhabitant so frequently referred to in\\nthe newspapers. My youth was a happy one,\\nhow happy I do not now like to recall. We\\nfairies then were the great folk in England.\\nPerhaps you have heard of England\\nI mentioned that I had, and was in the habit\\nof making a visit there every year.\\nThis pleased the fairy. Ah! that is a\\ncountry/ he went on. Such moonlight! such\\nwoods such delightful society Sherwood\\nForest now! Many and many a night have I\\ndanced and made merry there in the days of\\nbold Hobin Hood! But that was long, long\\nago.\\nWhen we little people heard that a ship was\\nto cross the sea, and bring a colony of English\\nto settle on these shores, we held a meeting to\\nconsider what was to be done. There were\\nchildren among the colonists. If ow it is a fixed", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0119.jp2"}, "118": {"fulltext": "106\\nTHE LAST OF THE FAIRIES.\\nrule among us that, wherever children go, fairies\\nmust go too.\\nIt was a sad and painful thing to leave that\\ndear land where we were honored and believed\\nin, but we are not of the kind who shrink from\\nthe call of duty. I was among the earliest\\nvolunteers. Ah! if I had known,\u00e2\u0080\u0099 said the fairy,\\nshaking his head, had guessed, half what lay\\nbefore us, I should never have signified in the\\nusual manner by raising my right wing a\\nreadiness to go. But I was young in those\\ndays, young and ardent; and my soul was\\nfull of courage and adventure.\\nOf the voyage I will not trust myself to\\nspeak. None of the remedies blue-pill,\\nquassia, chloroform, ice on the spine, mustard\\non the stomach, or keeping-your-eye-immovably-\\non-a-fixed-object had been invented, and we\\nsuffered agonies. When the ship touched\\nPlymouth Rock, I could hardly drag myself\\nashore.", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0120.jp2"}, "119": {"fulltext": "THE LAST OF THE FAIPJES. 107\\nIt was. cold, very cold. No going out of\\ndoors was possible. We huddled together in the\\ntents, keeping in dark corners, and as much out\\nof sight as we could, for fear of getting our\\nlittle friends into trouble. For these colonists\\nwere a severe folk; and children will talk, you\\nknow. And if ever we crept out to crack a tiny\\njoke with one, tell a story to another, or sing a\\nsnatch in the ear of the cooing baby, some\\nchatterer was sure to spill and bubble over with\\nfun and merriment; and then, lo! and behold,\\nthere would be a catechism lesson to learn, or\\nsome stern reproof, which sent us cowering into\\nour retreats to weep over our poor little sobbing\\nfriends. So in time the children learned to keep\\nall the secrets we whispered them to themselves;\\nand that did not please us either, for we love\\njests and laughter and outspoken words.\\nWell, those hard times after a while passed\\nby. The people grew and increased. They con\u00c2\u00ac\\nquered the wilderness, and built many towns.", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0121.jp2"}, "120": {"fulltext": "108\\nTHE LAST OF THE FAIRIES*\\nA different order of things sprang up. It was\\nthen that we fairies reaped the reward of our\\nself-devotion. No longer was it considered sin^\\nful to spin fanciful tales, or sing funny rhymes.\\nThe children loved 11 s, and listened for our\\nvoices. Their bright, untired eyes could per\u00c2\u00ac\\nceive us, as we swung from the blue-bells, or\\npelted each other with the brown pollen of tiger-\\nlilies; and they rejoiced with us. Babies crooned\\nin the sun as we rocked their cradles. And we\\nplayed no tricks, 9 declared the fairy, growing\\nexcited: we were a rational and well-conducted\\npeople. Whether the catechism and godly talk\\nwe had heard in the tents had sobered us, I know\\nnot; but certain it is we had lost some of our\\nmischief. No longer did we tweak the noses of\\nploughboys, or incite the cow to kick over the\\nmilking-pail. No! O 11 the contrary, we were the\\nhelpers in all useful work. We made the butter\\ncome; we swept the rooms, and straightened\\nthe shelves of good housewives; and were a\\ngeneral blessing to the land.", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0122.jp2"}, "121": {"fulltext": "THE LAST OF THE FAIRIES.\\n1U9\\nAlas! what a poor return have we met for\\nall this For a new age has dawned, and\\nanother kind of child, a child who reasons and\\nthinks, and studies arithmetic and the science\\nof objects. We have lost our worshippers.\\nEven the babies sprawling in their mothers 7\\nlaps know better than to believe in us. Long\\nwe strove, we practised all our lore, traced\\nour rings in the grass, dropped fairy favors into\\nlittle stockings, made bluebottle-fly and dragon\u00c2\u00ac\\nfly our messengers, but all in vain. The wish\\nto see was wanting.\\nDid we spin for hours, and overlay the\\ngrass with a silken carpet to dazzle and enchant\\nearly peepers? Nobody cared a button; and\\nsome parent would be heard explaining, It is\\nnothing but cobweb, my dear. Come to the\\nlibrary after breakfast, and I \u00e2\u0080\u0099ll read you about\\nit in a book of Natural History.\u00e2\u0080\u009d Yes,\u00e2\u0080\u0099 said\\nthe fairy, bitterly, it had come to that, the\\nbook of Natural History instead of the Fairy", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0123.jp2"}, "122": {"fulltext": "110\\nTHE LAST OF THE FAIRIES.\\nBook Or did we spread a tiny table like this,\\nwith strawberries ranged in row, and leave it\\nin the path where little travellers were wont to\\npass, no one heeded it. Only an old toadstool!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nthey would cry, and kick it aside with their\\ncopper-toed boots. Ah! it was enough to break\\na fairy\u00e2\u0080\u0099s heart!\\nWhen we lit our tapers, and went out in\\nprocession in the evening, we were called fire\u00c2\u00ac\\nflies! Our pretty songs, as we rocked in the\\nboughs, were ascribed to the wind; and Hadn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t\\nbaby better have on something warmer, dear?\\nOur fairy favors were treated with scorn.\\nOnce I dropped a tester into a little girl\u00e2\u0080\u0099s shoe,\\nas she paddled in the brook. Was she pleased?\\nNot at all! Here\u00e2\u0080\u0099s an ugly yellow leaf in my\\nboot,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she said; and she plucked it out and\\nthrew it away.\\nWhat was left for us to do, our occupation\\ngone? Nothing! We resigned ourselves to\\nthe inevitable. One by one we deserted the", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0124.jp2"}, "123": {"fulltext": "THE LAST OF THE FAIRIES.\\nIll\\nhaunts, which alas! knew us no more, and\\nretreated farther and farther from the abodes of\\nmen. At last we chose this Marble Mountain\\nfor our home. Here long years we dwelt, a\\nnumerous colony; for other fugitives joined our\\nretreat. The Banshee inhabited for some months\\na cave upon that western slope; but her per\u00c2\u00ac\\npetual lamentations made us sad, and at last we\\nunited in a remonstrance; and she left for the\\nOjibeway Country, where she still resides.\\nBogey too harmless, though black was for\\nlong our hewer of wood and drawer of water.\\nHe now sleeps yonder, under the greenwood tree;\\nwhile beside him slumbers that forgotten worthy,\\nw The man who lived in the chimney,\u00e2\u0080\u009d once the\\nterror of refractory nurseries. Bug-a-boo also\\njoined our band for a while, but deserted us for\\na situation among the Ku-Ivlux. Even Santa\\nClaus talked at one time of uniting himself to\\nour number, but he thought better of it. I con\u00c2\u00ac\\nclude,\u00e2\u0080\u0099 said the fairy, ironically, that mankind", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0125.jp2"}, "124": {"fulltext": "112\\nTHE LAST OF THE FAIRIES.\\nfound out some way of turning him to account,\\nand making him useful, or he would certainly\\nhave come.\\nOne by one our once merry company\\ndrooped and faded. The monotonous life of\\nthis place was too sad for them, used as they\\nwere to sunny nurseries, gay flower-beds, and\\nthe world of fun. The graves of my brothers\\nand sisters lie about me, and here in the midst\\nof them I dwell. It is years since I have left\\nmy hermitage or seen a child; in fact, I don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t,\\nbelieve there is such a thing as a real child left\\nin the land.\u00e2\u0080\u0099\\nc So saying, the fairy ended his tale with\\na profound sigh. He pulled his pointed cap\\n(which was exactly like a little red extinguisher)\\nover his eyes, and to all my questions replied\\nnot another word. And so I left him sitting\\nalone and silent. Whether he still lives I do\\nnot know. His pooi* body was thin as a grass\u00c2\u00ac\\nhopper\u00e2\u0080\u0099s; and I suspect when I visit the moun-", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0126.jp2"}, "125": {"fulltext": "THE LAST OF THE FAIRIES.\\n113\\ntains again this year, I shall find his little\\nskeleton hidden away under a bunch-berry or\\na blade of grass.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nOh,\u00e2\u0080\u009d sighed Thekla, how lovely! That\\nwas the best yet.\u00e2\u0080\u009d", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0127.jp2"}, "126": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER VIII\\nTHE STORY OF A LITTLE SPARK.\\nI WONDER what kind of a story we shall\\nhave to-night,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Max, as they sat on the\\ndoor-step waiting for August to appear.\\nThekla, who had ,been ironing, looked very\\npale and complained of a headache. The day\\nhad been hot; no cool wind had come with even\u00c2\u00ac\\ning to refresh them the leaves hung motionless.\\nFar, far away the tinkle of a bell was audible,\\nfrom some animal astray in the Forest,\\nI don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t recollect much about August,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said\\nThekla, languidly. Was she pretty?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nI don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t either,\u00e2\u0080\u009d answered Max. There was\\nsuch a confusion that night the Months came,\\nthat I got them all mixed up in my mind. I", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0128.jp2"}, "127": {"fulltext": "THE STORY OF A LITTLE SPARK.\\n115\\nthink, though, she wasn t a she she was a\\nman/\u00e2\u0080\u0099\\nFor only think what that woman had on her hands she hitched the horse,\\nsnatched up her babies, and a poor old man who lived with them.\u00e2\u0080\u009d", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0129.jp2"}, "128": {"fulltext": "116\\nTHE STORY OF A LITTLE SPARK.\\nOh, no! cried Thekla, August never could\\nbe a man, Max. What are you talking about?\\nI remember now: she was sweet and brown,\\nand held a sheaf of wheat in her hand.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nNo,\u00e2\u0080\u009d persisted Max: that was September\\nor October, I forget which? Depend upon it,\\nAugust will turn out to be a gentleman.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nAnd depend upon it, she is a lady!\\nThekla\u00e2\u0080\u0099s voice was positively fretful. Max\\nwas vexed for a moment; then, remembering how\\npatiently her little hands had worked all the\\nmorning smoothing shirts and stockings for him,\\nhis heart grew tender. Instead of going on\\nwith the dispute, he moved his seat closer; and,\\npulling the flushed cheek down on his shoulder,\\nbegan to cool it with gentle wavings of his palm-\\nleaf fan. It was extremely pleasant and com\u00c2\u00ac\\nfortable. Thekla closed her eyes then she\\nbegan to think of a long procession of sheep\\njumping over a fence; and to count them one\\nby one, first a fleecy head, then a woolly tail;\\nand next she was fast asleep. After which, she", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0130.jp2"}, "129": {"fulltext": "THE STORY OF A LITTLE SPARK.\\n117\\nwaked up suddenly; for Max gave a sudden\\njump, and behold, August was close to them.\\nThekla was wrong, after all; and Max right.\\nFor there stood a handsome young man, with\\nquick, fiery eyes and a bronzed face, round\\nwhich floated locks of auburn hair. He seemed\\nvery hot, and was wiping the drops from his\\nforehead; but, for all his good looks, there was\\nsomething about him from which the children\\nrather shrank.\\nYet he did not appear a bad fellow either; for\\nhe made himself at home on the door-step, and\\nborrowed the palm-leaf as if he had been one of\\nthe family. Any thing so curious or beautiful as\\nhis dress the children had never before seen. It\\nwas a loosely fitting garment of vivid green,\\nthickly wrought all over with a pattern in which\\nferns and vines and dense, bright leaves were\\ninterlaced and twisted in the most wonderful\\nmanner. A chain of fire-flies swung about his\\nneck like a collar, his hat was looped up at the\\nside with a glow-worm of immense size, which,", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0131.jp2"}, "130": {"fulltext": "118\\nTHE STORY OF A LITTLE SPARK.\\nwhenever he moved, glanced and gleamed in a\\nsudden and bewildering way.\\nWhat\u00e2\u0080\u0099s the matter? he asked Thckla, in\\nrather an abrupt tone.\\nI\u00e2\u0080\u0099m a little tired, sir,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she replied timidly.\\nOh, ho!\u00e2\u0080\u009d said August. I\u00e2\u0080\u0099ve caught you.\\nYou\u00e2\u0080\u0099ve been working at something! I never\\nmistake the signs. Now see here, that\u00e2\u0080\u0099s a\\nthing I don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t allow: it\u00e2\u0080\u0099s against my rules. You\\nmay thank your luck I was not here. Whenever\\nI find children doing it, I give them a rap of\\nsome sort to remember me by. So recollect that,\\nand look out.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThekla shrank back, half alarmed; for, though\\nAugust laughed, his voice w T as menacing. And\\nshe reflected with satisfaction that the big wash\\njust concluded would be the last before winter.\\nFor you must know that, in the Black Forest,\\nMonday is not the terrible occasion it is with\\nus, and washing days come round a great\\nway apart, once in three months perhaps, or\\nsomething like that.", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0132.jp2"}, "131": {"fulltext": "THE STORY OF A LITTLE SPARK.\\n119\\nf I\u00e2\u0080\u0099m going to tell you,\u00e2\u0080\u009d saicl August, after\\nsitting some time in silence, with his eyes glaring\\nat vacancy, I\u00e2\u0080\u0099m going to tell you the history\\nof a spark of fire.\\nIt was born in a hunter\u00e2\u0080\u0099s pipe. When he\\nhad done smoking, he shook out the hot ashes,\\nand went his way. Most of them died in silence;\\nbut one, my little spark, fell upon a brown\\nleaf in a lonely place.\\nIt was very small, and rather dull. None of\\nits friends and relations supposed it would live\\nlong enough to attain to honor and distinction.\\nBut I saw it when it fell, and foretold for it a\\ncareer; in fact, I may say assisted it somewhat\\nin its efforts to get on.\\nIt had been a dry spring. All the rills and\\nwatercourses in the woods were exhausted; and\\nwhere once their bubbling voices sounded, thirsty,\\nwhite pebbles lay in the sun. The world was\\nlike a tinder-box. Slowly and scantily the sap\\ncoursed in the veins of the trees; the vines which\\nclothed them were crisped with heat. The little\\nspark had fallen at a fortunate moment.", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0133.jp2"}, "132": {"fulltext": "120\\nTHE STORY OF A LITTLE SPARK.\\nw It was very little: a spoonful of water could\\nhave quenched it. But it had a soul which\\nlonged to expand and soar, and now its chance\\nwas come. Steadily and stealthily it ran to and\\nfro: first a twig, then a bough, then a bush,\\nreceived it. Day by day, day by day, now\\nit w^as a carpet, wonderful and red, glinting the\\nground; then a fountain, which threw sparks like\\nspray into the air; next it climbed the trees, and\\nhissed and shouted aloft with an angry voice;\\nthen, writhing like an angry snake, it twisted its\\nfolds round a fallen trunk, and strangled it in\\nfierce embrace. AVhen a week had gone by, the\\nlittle spark gathered up its force, and prepared\\nto travel. It had grown terrible. Whole rivers\\nof water would not quench it now.\\nw Terrible, but full of splendor! Its crested\\nneck reared above the forest; like a volcano its\\ncolumn of flame shot into the air; like an ava\u00c2\u00ac\\nlanche it poured in fiery flood over whole acres.\\nStrange, fantastic patterns it traced as it went\\nalong, shapes of leaf and bough and glowing", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0134.jp2"}, "133": {"fulltext": "THE STORY OF A LITTLE SPARK.\\n121\\nvine; but there .was none to admire them. The\\nbreath of its fury was too hot for that!\\nAnd now the woods were passed, and it\\nreached the* open country. You should have\\nseen the fences rush like blazing serpents to\\ncarry the tidings to the barns! And the barns\\nlit up in welcome, and called upon the dwell\u00c2\u00ac\\nings to do the same! Out rushed the men,\\ncows lowed, horses tied to burning mangers\\ncried for aid with terrible voices, women and\\nchildren wept, the labor of years vanished in\\nan hour! Ah! those were glorious times for\\nthe little spark!\\nI was there of course, had been there all\\nalong. Every mile of the burning lightened my\\nwork for another year, and I patted the spark\\non its back and urged it to speed. It was proud\\nat heart now. I will burn,\u00e2\u0080\u0099 it said, till I dry\\nup the great sea itself.\u00e2\u0080\u0099 It raised its head and\\ndefied heaven. But I saw clouds coming, dark\\nclouds, storm-clouds, fatal to fire r and I\\ncheered it on.", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0135.jp2"}, "134": {"fulltext": "122\\nTHE STORY OF A LITTLE SPARK.\\nWe were drawing near a clearing. I had\\nbeen there before, a neat, thriving place where\\nall was in order, and children played beside the\\ndoor. I recollected one little girl with a rosy\\nface, and for the first time felt the stirrings of\\npity round my heart. So, holding back my com\u00c2\u00ac\\npanion a moment, I shouted, from amid the\\nsmoke, a warning to the sleepers within, a\\nwarning in an awful voice.\\nIn a minute they were awake, and out they\\npoured. It was pitiful to see. Calmly and\\nwithout fear they had lain down to sleep, think\u00c2\u00ac\\ning us miles away. And here we were at the\\nvery door! The farmer was not at home, but\\nhis wife was. And all I can say is,\u00e2\u0080\u009d remarked\\nAugust, admiringly, if he s any more of a man\\nthan she, it would be worth people\u00e2\u0080\u0099s while to go\\na good way to look at him.\\nFor only think what that woman had on her\\nhands. Behind, around, all was fire. Sparks\\nwere falling upon the barn, the sheep in the\\nfields were blazing and dying in dreadful heaps.", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0136.jp2"}, "135": {"fulltext": "THE STORY OF A LITTLE SPARK.\\n123\\nHer little children screamed and clung to her.\\nBut she never faltered. With quick, nervous\\nfingers she hitched the horse to the wagon, flung\\nin some clothes, some blankets, whatever she\\ncould find soonest, snatched up her babies, and\\na poor old man who lived with them, and lashed\\nthe horse to a gallop. Before them was the\\nopen road, behind was death!\\nThe fire had struggled from my grasp.\\nFurious at the sight of his escaping prey, he\\nflew forward. With rapid clutch he seized the\\ndwelling, the farm buildings, overtook the fran\u00c2\u00ac\\ntic cattle, hurled them this way and that, and\\ntook the track of the retreating wagon. High\\nin air his dreadful eye glared after the fugitives;\\nand myriad fiery tongues licked right and left,\\nthe avenues of escape.\\nw But the woman never blenched! Once she\\nstopped, actually stopped, though the hot\\nbreath was on her cheeks! It was at the sound\\nof children\u00e2\u0080\u0099s voices crying aloud. There were\\nfive of them, alone in a house, with none to help.\\nShe hurried them into the wagon. There was", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0137.jp2"}, "136": {"fulltext": "124\\nTHE STORY OF A LITTLE SPARK.\\nno room for her now, so she stood upon the step\\nas she drove, and lashed the horse forward. On!\\non! We were drawing very near.\\nSo near that our hands could reach them.\\nOne spark darted upon the clothing: it smoul\u00c2\u00ac\\ndered, then flamed. The children screamed; but\\nthe mother seized the garment and threw it from\\nthe wagon, where it blazed harmlessly. And still\\nthe horse galloped, and still the race continued.\\nAt last they could go no farther. The fire\\nhad outrun them: it was before, beside, behind,\\nit left no pathway anywhere. The mother\\ndid not give up. She stopped the horse, crowded\\nthe little ones under the wagon, hung blankets\\nover the sides to keep off the heat, and sitting\\nin the midst, the baby in her lap, waited her fate.\\nThe courage of that woman,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said August,\\nclearing his throat, I never saw equalled. It\\nwasn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t in my power to help her much. Fire is\\na bad master, people say; and I was beginning\\nto find it true. It mastered me. But one thing\\nI did: I stood by the horse\u00e2\u0080\u0099s head, and held him\\ntight so that he could not stir, even when the", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0138.jp2"}, "137": {"fulltext": "THE STORY OF A LITTLE SPARK.\\n125\\nfiery rain fell fast and singed his hair. It was\\nthe only chance for the poor children. And,\\nbeing there, of course I could see all that went\\non under the wagon.\\nThey were wonderfully patient. Mother,\\nare we going to burn up?\u00e2\u0080\u0099 I heard one child\\nsay. But the poor mother did not answer, she\\nonly gave a sob. None of them cried or\\nscreamed; but they just sat cuddled up to\u00c2\u00ac\\ngether, and were very quiet. Once the smallest\\none asked for a drink of water I declare,\\nthat made me feel bad\\nJust then I heard a sound above the roar of\\nthe flames which caused me to prick up my ears\\nfor I knew it\u00e2\u0080\u0099s meaning, and I said, Ah, ha!\\nMaster Spark, look out for yourself! And\\npretty soon a drop fell on my nose. It felt like\\nice, I was so hot. And next the flames began to\\nhiss and spit, for more drops were falling; and\\nthen they made a great swoop at the wagon,\\nbut I was beforehand with them there.\\nHands off I said, and the rain chuckled as\\nit heard me. The fire raged; but it was no use.", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0139.jp2"}, "138": {"fulltext": "126\\nTHE STORY OF A LITTLE SPARK.\\nGuggle, guggle, spit, spit, the blessed shower\\ncontinued to fall; and at last its roar was louder\\nthan the flames had ever been. The spark had\\nmet its match.\\nAh! what a glad sound that was to the group\\nunder the wagon! The children laughed for joy.\\nThey crept out to catch the cool flood upon their\\nparched limbs. But the mother did not stir.\\nHer face was hidden in her hands. I think she\\nwas praying.\\nw Hours and hours did the rain continue. It\\nfought the fire as mortal foes fight, it wrestled\\nand beat it down, and tore and trampled it\\nunder foot. But to the last the eye of the little\\nspark gleamed red and vengeful, and only when\\nit was cold in death did its fury go out. Water\\nhad won the day.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nMax and Thekla had been too horrified to\\nmove during this story, which August recited\\nrapidly and with great excitement. Tears were\\nrunning down Thekla\u00e2\u0080\u0099s face when he ended.\\nw And the children,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said she, what did they\\ndo?\u00e2\u0080\u009d", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0140.jp2"}, "139": {"fulltext": "THE STORY OF A LITTLE SPARK.\\n127\\nw Oh, they got along somehow! said August\\nindifferently, as if ashamed of his emotion.\\nw People took them in, and after a while they\\nbuilt another house. One little boy had inter\u00c2\u00ac\\nmittent fever, but that wasn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t much. I shall\\nsee them again in a few days, probably; and one\\nthing I\u00e2\u0080\u0099ve made up my mind to, that woman\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\ncorn is to ripen this year, if nobody\u00e2\u0080\u0099s else does.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nSo saying, August arose, and shook himself,\\nthe fire-flies round his neck gleaming like a\\nblazing string as he did so.\\nI must be off! he said. Where are my\\nmoments?\\nMax brought them. So absorbed had he and\\nThekla been in the peril of the tale, that neither\\nof them noticed that August had produced no\\ngift. He, however, was less forgetful.\\nHere\u00e2\u0080\u0099s your present, you know,\u00e2\u0080\u009d he said\\nwith a malicious smile, just as he turned to go.\\nTake care! I have to open the bottle first.\\nCrick, crack! here it goes.\u00e2\u0080\u009d As he uttered\\nthese words, he pulled out a cork, and made a\\nkind of toss. A buzzing sound was heard:", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0141.jp2"}, "140": {"fulltext": "128 THE story of a little spark.\\nsomething small and winged flew out, and filled\\nthe air. August gave a loud laugh, and vanished\\nin the Forest.\\nMax and Thekla stood staring after him for\\na moment, stupefied with astonishment. Then\\nthey began to dance up and down, and slap\\nthemselves right and left with countenances as\\nred as fire. Curious lumps were forming on\\ntheir faces and hands. You see mosquitoes are\\nunknown in the Black Forest, and August\u00e2\u0080\u0099s gift\\nwas a couple of dozen very lively ones from\\nthe Jersey Flats!\\nMax moved his seat closer; and, pulling the flushed cheek down on his shoulder,\\nbegan to cool it with gentle wavings of his palm-leaf fan.\u00e2\u0080\u009d", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0142.jp2"}, "141": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER IX.\\nTHE DESERT ISLAND.\\nThe month that followed was a sorry one.\\nDay after day rose dry and burning: no cool\\nwinds fanned the breathless nights, no rain fell.\\nThe poor children had headache, they felt limp and\\nweary all over; and yet each morning brought\\nthe same hard work which must be done, whether\\nor no. And sleep was rendered almost impos\u00c2\u00ac\\nsible by the mosquitoes, who seemed to possess\\nstings and wings and buzzes such as never\\nmosquitoes boasted before. Whenever poor\\nThekla dropped into a nap, after hours of toss\u00c2\u00ac\\ning, in the stifling loft which served her for bed\u00c2\u00ac\\nroom, Spizz-z-z-z the teasing little trumpets\\nwould begin; and immediately she would be*\\n9", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0143.jp2"}, "142": {"fulltext": "130\\nTHE DESERT ISLAND.\\nbroad awake again, ready to cry with fatigue,\\nand dealing biows right and left, as if battling\\nO Rfiggy! she cried, the boat is running away with us 1 4 Don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t cry, Emmy\\nhe exclaimed. It isn t our fault, so nobody will scold us. And now we Ml see the\\nIsland. Just think what fun! and the whole boat-load shouted, and clapped their\\nhp.nds.\u00e2\u0080\u009d", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0144.jp2"}, "143": {"fulltext": "THE DESERT ISLAND.\\n131\\nwith an unseen foe. Max spent hours in hunt\u00c2\u00ac\\ning them; but the mosquitoes hid themselves\\ncunningly, and could seldom be found. Never\\nwas such a tiresome, unpleasant August! Before\\nthe last day came, our children quite hated him,\\nin spite of his beautiful face and rich, strange\\ngarments. He was a cruel, bad fellow, they\\nsaid; they never wished to see him again.\\nThat closing evening was hot as ever. The\\nsun went down red and lurid. As the children\\nsat side by side in the door-way, watching the\\nlong level beams stream through the Forest, Max\\ncaught a distant glimpse of August, pausing and\\nglancing back, as for a last view of the cottage.\\nMax touched Thekla\u00e2\u0080\u0099s arm to make her look.\\nAt that moment August raised his hand as in\\nmocking gesture of farewell, and turned to go.\\nAnother figure met his as he moved away. They\\nstopped, embraced, then August vanished; and\\nwith slow, gliding steps his companion advanced.\\nIt was September, a noble, matronly form,\\nwith dark-flushed, stormy brow, frank smiling", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0145.jp2"}, "144": {"fulltext": "132\\nTHE DESERT ISLAND.\\nlips, and a sheaf of corn nodding oyer her\\nshoulder.\\nHalf-fearful and half-glad, the children rose to\\nmeet her, A basket was in her hand. Without\\nspeaking, she raised the lid, and showed clusters\\nof ripe grapes, purple and white, whose delicious\\nsmell filled the air. Then, putting an arm round\\nthe brother and sister, she made them sit down\\non either side of her, and began to dole out the\\nfruit, first to one and then the other; saying\\nnothing, but laughing silently at the eager eyes\\nand mouths. Coolness seemed to come from\\nher garments; and, as if following her track, a\\nfresh wind sprang up in the Forest, and, blowing\\ndown upon the group, rustled the leaves, waved\\nThekla\u00e2\u0080\u0099s light hair, and refreshed soul and body\\nlike wine.\\nHow comfortable it was The children\\nbrightened, and began to chirp and twitter like\\nbirds. How good you are to us! cried Max;\\nwhile Thekla, holding September\u00e2\u0080\u0099s hand, cuddled\\nclose to her, and laughed with pleasure.", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0146.jp2"}, "145": {"fulltext": "THE DESERT ISLAND.\\n133\\nAt last September spoke. Her voice was\\nwonderfully rich and musical, but full of deep,\\npowerful tones, which it was easy to imagine\\ncould be heard above the storm, or the loudest\\nthunder. What she said was,\\nAre you better now, dears?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nOh! much better,\u00e2\u0080\u009d they told her.\\nI met my Brother August as I came along,\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\ncontinued September; and I guessed, from what\\nhe said, that he had been teasing you. He is a\\nfine fellow, but has a quick, revengeful temper;\\nand he bears a grudge against Max for steal\u00c2\u00ac\\ning the moments. But it is too bad to visit it\\non little Thekla, for she wasn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t to blame.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nI\u00e2\u0080\u0099d rather share with Max, please,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said\\nThekla, shaking her head: we don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t want any\\nthing different.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThat\u00e2\u0080\u0099s a kind little sister,\u00e2\u0080\u009d answered Sep\u00c2\u00ac\\ntember. Well, August has made you uncom\u00c2\u00ac\\nfortable; but, after all, he hasn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t been so bad, for\\nhe might have given you a stroke with the great\\nyellow sun-club he keeps on purpose to use when", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0147.jp2"}, "146": {"fulltext": "134\\nTHE DESERT ISLAND.\\nhe is furiously angry. I can tell you that the\\npeople on whom that falls don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t forget it in a\\nhurry.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nJust then Thekla jumped, and slapped the\\nback of her neck sharply.\\nWhat\u00e2\u0080\u0099s the matter asked September.\\nIt\u00e2\u0080\u0099s those horrid bugs,\u00e2\u0080\u009d explained Max.\\nAugust brought them, a whole bottle full, and\\nemptied them all over the house. You can\u00e2\u0080\u0099t\\nthink how they bite and keep us awake.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nAha!\u00e2\u0080\u009d laughed September, that was real\u00c2\u00ac\\nly too bad But you shan\u00e2\u0080\u0099t be vexed any\\nlonger with them, Max. I have something in\\nmy pocket which will soon put a stop to their\\nbiting.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nSo saying, she produced a small box, and held\\nit out for the children to look at. It was marked\\non the lid,\\nEarly Frost,\\nof\\nMrs. September\u00e2\u0080\u0099s Specific for\\nMosquitoes, Gnats, and Midges.\\n(None Genuine without this Label.)", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0148.jp2"}, "147": {"fulltext": "THE DESERT ISLAND.\\n135\\nInside were a quantity of fine glittering pellets\\nlike minute hail-stones.\\nJust then a mosquito lit on Thekla\u00e2\u0080\u0099s arm.\\nSeptember laid her finger on her lip, and quick\\nas lightning dashed a pinch of the Specific\\nover him. The mosquito fluttered a second,\\ndropped, and lay dead on the ground.\\nYou see! said Mrs. September.\\nThen she rose up, and went into the house,\\ntelling the children to sit still and finish the\\ngrapes. They heard her moving softly to and\\nfro: after a while she came again, and showed\\nthem a handful of spider-web legs and gauzy\\nwings.\\nThere they are,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she said. Not one of them\\nhas escaped. You will sleep soundly to-night,\\nlittle ones; and I shall give Master August a\\npiece of my mind next time we meet, for playing\\nsuch naughty tricks.\\nw And now for my story. By the way, have\\neither of you ever seen the sea?\\nK No,\u00e2\u0080\u009d replied Thekla. w But the Grandfather\\ndid once; and Fritz is there now.\u00e2\u0080\u009d", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0149.jp2"}, "148": {"fulltext": "136\\nTHE DESERT ISLAND.\\nFritz Who is he\\n\u00c2\u00abDon\u00e2\u0080\u0099t you know?\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Max. That\u00e2\u0080\u0099s our\\nbig brother, who went away a great while ago,\\nwhen Thekla and I were very little. He was\\ncoming back5 but, then, he didn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t come. I don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t\\nknow why. And now the Grandfather says\\nhe never will. Is it because the sea is such\\na pleasant place?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nI don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t know,\u00e2\u0080\u009d replied September, dream\u00c2\u00ac\\nily,\u00e2\u0080\u0094 I don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t know why he doesn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t come.\\nBut if you never saw the sea, how in the\\nworld am I going to make you understand my\\nstory?\\nIt\u00e2\u0080\u0099s very big, I know that,\u00e2\u0080\u009d ventured\\nMax, and all water.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nDid you ever so much as see a lake or a\\npond?\\nNo, only the little spring down there,\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nanswered Thekla. Oh, I know! (joyfully).\\nI can guess! It\u00e2\u0080\u0099s a great, great deal of water,\\nthousands and thousands of times more than\\nthere is in our rain-water tub!", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0150.jp2"}, "149": {"fulltext": "THE DESERT ISLAND.\\n137\\nw Bless me!\u00e2\u0080\u0099\u00e2\u0080\u0099 cried September, almost in a\\npet. Rain-water tub, indeed! Why, child, if\\nall the tubs in creation were put side by side,\\nthey wouldn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t make a quarter of a sea! Quar\u00c2\u00ac\\nter! they wouldn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t make a millionth part! Now\\nlisten, while I tell you about it.\\nIt stretches miles and miles and miles. Get\\ninto a boat, and sail for weeks and months, still\\nthe shore lies beyond, and still you are at sea!\\nw It is blue as the sky, and beautiful silver\\ndimples come and go over its face. Or at other\\ntimes it is green, with waves fifty times the\\nheight of your hut, and they.rise and fall, and\\nbreak in foam white as milk. And, when the\\nstorms blow, it is black, black as night,\\nand the sound of its roaring is like wild beasts\\nover their prey.\\nI love the ocean. He and I are friends,\\nthough almost every year we have a mighty\\nquarrel, and the world rings with the noise.\\nBut afterwards we kiss and make up, and part\\naffectionately.", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0151.jp2"}, "150": {"fulltext": "138\\nTHE DESERT ISLAND.\\nAnd the little ones who live by the sea are\\nmy special pets. There are ever so many of\\nthem, of all sizes and ages; and our frolics go\\non from sunrise to sleepy-time.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nWhat do you play at?\u00e2\u0080\u009d asked Thekla,\\ngetting interested.\\nAll sorts of games. The game of Drown\u00e2\u0080\u0099\\nfor one, that is played in the shallows, and\\nWet my neighbor,\u00e2\u0080\u0099 and Polliwog.\u00e2\u0080\u0099 We build\\nsand-forts; go fishing with crooked pins; rock-\\nby-baby in boats; paddle about with no shoes\\non. I collect all sorts of pretty shells and weeds\\nfor them; and drive schools of bright fish, to\\nplunge and jump where they can be seen. On\\nSunday there are Sunday schools, and they\\njump to a tune in short metre. Oh, there is no\\nend to the amusing things we do, when we get\\ntogether! They think there is nobody like me,\\nespecially the Brown children.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThe Brown children?\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Max, inquir-\\ningly.\\nYes: the ones who were carried off in the\\nboat, you know.\u00e2\u0080\u009d", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0152.jp2"}, "151": {"fulltext": "THE DESERT ISLAND.\\n139\\nBut we never heard about them before,\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nremonstrated little T held a.\\nWhy, so you didn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t cried September,\\nrecollecting herself. Well, you shall now; for\\nthat\u00e2\u0080\u0099s the very story I\u00e2\u0080\u0099m going to tell you.\\nThere are a good many of the Browns; and\\nthey live at a very nice place on the sea-coast,\\ncalled Timber Cove.\u00e2\u0080\u0099 Plenty of rocks and sand\\nand surf there; and these jolly little Browns\\nprime pets of mine are as fond of the ocean\\nas a nest full of young sea-mews. They were\\nalways on the beach; playing plays, and mak\u00c2\u00ac\\ning believe about going to sea, especially\\nabout going to an Island, which was one of their\\nfavorite plans.\\nI\u00e2\u0080\u0099ve seen Islands enough in my time, and\\ndon\u00e2\u0080\u0099t think much of them,\u00e2\u0080\u009d went on September.\\nBut there was a book in the nursery, which the\\nBrown children were for ever poring over, and\\nwhich was all about an Island. I don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t recollect\\nits name; in fact, I don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t know how to read my\u00c2\u00ac\\nself, having always lived outdoors, and hated", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0153.jp2"}, "152": {"fulltext": "140\\nTHE DESERT ISLAND.\\nschools. But what little I picked up about it\\nsounded particularly silly; and as for the Island,\\nit was like none I ever saw or heard of. The\\nlittle Browns, however, believed in it as if it had\\nbeen law and gospel; and were perfectly sure\\nif they could only just get out to a certain\\nIsland, which lay just in sight from the shore,\\nthat there they should find all the things spoken\\nof in the book, tigers and serpents and buffa\u00c2\u00ac\\nloes, and what not!\\nOne afternoon they were playing in a boat,\\nwhich was drawn up on the beach,\u00e2\u0080\u0094Reggy and\\nAlice and Emmy, and Jack and Nora, and little\\nTom, the baby. I was busy that day. The Sea\\nand I had engaged in a wrangle, and both our\\ntempers were getting up. I forgot to look after\\nmy pets, and one of the watch-dogs of Ocean\\nseized the opportunity to creep up and do them\\na mischief. These dogs are called Tides,\u00e2\u0080\u0099 be\u00c2\u00ac\\ncause they are generally kept tied up, out of\\nharm\u00e2\u0080\u0099s way; but now and then the wild things\\nbreak loose, and then there is a fine to-do.", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0154.jp2"}, "153": {"fulltext": "THE DESERT ISLAND.\\n141\\nThe Tide was cunning. Silently he prowled\\nabout, drawing nearer and nearer, till at last he\\nfastened his teeth in the bow of the boat. Then\\nhe pulled and pulled, very gently, so as not to\\nalarm the children; and little by little dragged\\nthem away from the shore into the deeper water.\\nNext he gave a shove, and floated them off com\u00c2\u00ac\\npletely. And then, beside himself with joy and\\nfrolic, he rushed for the beach; and, plunging\\nand roaring, began to turn summersaults on the\\nsand, delighted at his success. The little ones\\nplayed on, unconscious.\\nAt last Emmy looked up, and gave a scream.\\nO Reggy! she cried, the boat is running\\naway with us! Jump out quick, and pull it in\\nagain.\u00e2\u0080\u0099\\nBut Reggy poked with a stick over the side,\\nand looked sober. The water was already over\\nhis head, and getting deeper every moment.\\nThen a bright thought seized him. Don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t\\ncry, Emmy!\u00e2\u0080\u0099 he exclaimed. It isn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t our fault,\\nso nobody can scold; and now we\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll see the", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0155.jp2"}, "154": {"fulltext": "142\\nTHE DESERT ISLAND.\\nIsland! Just think what fun! It\u00e2\u0080\u0099s the most\\nsplendiferous chance!\u00e2\u0080\u0099 And he swung his hat,\\nand gave a great shout.\\nSo the whole boat-load, little Tom and all,\\nshouted too, and hurrahed and clapped their\\nhands, and began to talk about what they would\\ndo on the Island. They never felt afraid for\\none moment. Poor little lambs\\nAll this time I was bandying words with my\\nfriend the Sea, who was in a very ugly humor.\\nI was getting mad myself, and was flinging\\nabout, cuffing the ears of the pert little waves\\nas they looked on and tittered over the quarrel,\\nwhen lo! and behold, I became aware of the\\nBrown family floating out in a boat, and in the\\nhighest spirits, to meet us. And then I was\\nfrightened, as you may imagine.\\nThere was no time to be lost. Open war\\nbetween myself and the Sea must begin before\\nlong I well knew, but I turned all my efforts to\\nsoothe and delay. I coaxed and cajoled, unsaid\\nsome sharp words, and stroked the angry waves", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0156.jp2"}, "155": {"fulltext": "THE DESERT ISLAND.\\n143\\nthe right way, till they took off their white caps\\nwhich they had put on defiantly, and obeyed my\\norders like good boys. Then I laid hold of the\\nboat, and drew it along toward the Island. It\\nseemed a pity the children shouldn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t go there\\nsince they had set their hearts upon it; and,\\nbeside, I did not. dare to take them home, for\\nthere was the Tide growling savagely, and ly\u00c2\u00ac\\ning in wait on the beach ready to snap at little\\nlegs the moment they tried to jump out.\\nSo I made for the Island. This was precise\u00c2\u00ac\\nly what the Browns wished; and they hurrahed\\nlouder than ever as they drew near. The excite\u00c2\u00ac\\nment became so great I could hardly keep\\nthem in the boat. The moment it touched, out\\nthey tumbled, big and little, Reggy head over\\nheels, and ]STora so nearly in the water that, to\\nsave her, I had to let go my hold of the boat;\\nwhereupon two artful little billows rushed up,\\nand before I could say Jack Robinson\u00e2\u0080\u0099 had\\nsnatched it out of reach, and were tossing it on\\ntheir heads with peals of laughter. I was vexed", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0157.jp2"}, "156": {"fulltext": "144\\nTHE DESERT ISLAND.\\nenough, but there was no help for it. The\\nBrowns were prisoners, and must stay on the\\nIsland whether they liked it or not.\\nBut, bless you! there was no question of\\nliking! Nothing so enchanting had ever hap\u00c2\u00ac\\npened before, the children thought. I looked to\\nsee them disappointed at the non-appearance of\\nelephants and tigers, but not at all! Up and\\ndown they raced, on the beach, in the woods,\\nfull of fun, and making discoveries qf all sorts.\\nIn less than two hours Reginald and Jack had a\\nheap of fir-cones higher than their heads, for a\\nfire they said, only unfortunately there were no\\nmatches to light it with. Alice and Emmy had\\nfilled their aprons with shells and pebbles, Nora\\nwas deep in a sand pudding, and Baby Tom\\nhad twice been fished from a pool as wet as a\\nfrog, and set up in the sun to dry. All were as\\nbusy as bees, and not a doubt or fear had so far\\narisen to mar their pleasure, j\\nBut at last it began to grow late, and the\\nsun was dropping down the sky into a dark", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0158.jp2"}, "157": {"fulltext": "THE DESERT ISLAND.\\n145\\ncloud, which lay ready to catch and carry him off.\\nThe little ones felt hungry, and began to talk\\nabout supper.\\nWhat shall we have? they asked.\\nReggy looked important. He took from his\\npocket a book. It was the very one I told you\\nof, the one about the Island. Reggy usually\\nhad it in his pocket.\\nLet us see, 5 he said, and read aloud,\\nWe put some of the soup-cakes with water\\nin our iron pot, and placed it over the flame\\nand my wife, with little Francis for scullion,\\ntook charge of peppering the dinner. 5\\nMe don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t like pepper, 5 said Baby, in a dis\u00c2\u00ac\\nconsolate voice.\\nNot peppering, 55 preparing] corrected\\nEmmy, over Reginald\u00e2\u0080\u0099s shoulder. Baby shan\u00e2\u0080\u0099t\\nhave any bad pepper. Brother didn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t read\\nright.\u00e2\u0080\u0099\\nWe haven\u00e2\u0080\u0099t got any iron pot,\u00e2\u0080\u0099 suggested\\nAlice.\\nNor any soap-cakes,\u00e2\u0080\u0099 said Nora.", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0159.jp2"}, "158": {"fulltext": "146\\nTHE DESERT ISLAND.\\n/SW^-cakes, little goose! cried the discom\u00c2\u00ac\\nfited Reggy. Nobody eats soap. Well, then,\\nwe must think of something different. Let\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nsee what else these people had.\u00e2\u0080\u0099 And he read\\nagain,\\nWe sat down to breakfast, some biscuits\\nand a cocoa-nut full of salt butter being placed\\non the ground. We toasted our biscuit, and\\nwhile it was hot applied the butter, and con\u00c2\u00ac\\ntrived to make a hearty meal.\u00e2\u0080\u0099\\nBully! cried Jack. Buttered toast is first-\\nrate\\nBut there isn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t any butter,\u00e2\u0080\u0099 said Emmy.\\nNor any biscuit,\u00e2\u0080\u0099 added Alice, timidly.\\nI declare,\u00e2\u0080\u0099 shouted Reggy, closiug the book\\nwith a flap, how in the world is a fellow go\u00c2\u00ac\\ning to get supper for you as long as you keep\\nstanding round telling him there\u00e2\u0080\u0099s nothing to\\neat!\\nThis made me laugh so, that I had to run\\nbehind a bush to have it out. When I came\\nback, the dispute had been made up, and the", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0160.jp2"}, "159": {"fulltext": "THE DESERT ISLAND.\\n147\\nchildren were all setting off in a body along\\nthe beach to look for a shipwreck. 5\\nThere \u00e2\u0080\u0099ll be a barrel, or something, 5 asserted\\nReggy: there always is! 5\\nThen I know what I hope will be in it, 5\\nshouted Jack, with a caper.\\nWhat? 5\\nMolasses candy and fire-crackers. 5\\nNow it happened that I was aware of a box\\ndrifting about half a mile out or so; and, though\\nI hadn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t the least idea of its contents, it struck\\nme it might please the children. So I flew out,\\nand pushed it in. There was an immense uproar\\nas it came floating nearer and nearer. The\\nmoment it could be reached, the two boys\\nsplashed in, grappled it, and with loud hurrahs\\ndragged it ashore.\\nTing-a-ling ting-a-ling 5 sang Emmy,\\nrapping the lid with her knuckles. Come to\\nsupper! Tea\u00e2\u0080\u0099s ready! Don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t you hear the\\nbell? 5\\nWhere 5 s the hammer, Em? 5 asked Reggy.", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0161.jp2"}, "160": {"fulltext": "148\\nTHE DESERT ISLAND.\\nI don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t know. Have we got any?\\nWhy, didn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t you put one in your pocket\\ndemanded Jack, in an indignant voice.\\nJack! A hammer in my pocket! It wouldn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t\\nhalf go in. Just look! And she turned inside\\nout a small muslin triangle, and exhibited some\\ncrumbs, one raisin, and a pocket handkerchief\\nfar from clean.\\nWell, that\u00e2\u0080\u0099s too bad!\u00e2\u0080\u0099 cried Jack. She\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nforgotten every thing, Reggy, the fish-hooks,\\nthe nails, the ball of string, the screw-driver,\\nthe I don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t believe she\u00e2\u0080\u0099s even so much as\\nbrought a needle. Have you, Emmy?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nNo: I didn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t know we were coming, you\\nsee,\u00e2\u0080\u0099 replied Emmy, in an apologizing tone.\\nNever mind,\u00e2\u0080\u0099 said Reginald, good-naturedly,\\nas Jack gave an indignant snort. Emmy ought\\nto have remembered, of course, because she\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nthe Mother\u00e2\u0080\u009d of the party, and the one to\\nbring the miraculous bag.\u00e2\u0080\u009d But to-morrow\\nor next day there \u00e2\u0080\u0099ll be sure to be a wreck,\\nand lots of nice things come ashore, which", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0162.jp2"}, "161": {"fulltext": "THE DESERT ISLAND.\\n149\\nwill do just as well. So now let\u00e2\u0080\u0099s get this\\nfellow open. 5\\nIt was not an easy job. However, what\\nwith stones, and a sharp stick, the lid was at\\nlast pried off, and a quantity of damp sawdust\\nrevealed.\\nThe children poked and poked. At last\\nAlice hit upon something hard.\\nPerhaps it\u00e2\u0080\u0099s a Westphalia ham,\u00e2\u0080\u009d 5 she said.\\nNo! it was a bottle,.\\nIt had no label; but Reggy knocked the\\ntop off against a stone, and took a mouthful.\\nPh-shewP he splqttered, and spit it out\\nagain.\\nWhat is it? 5 cried the rest.\\n*Horrid! salt! 5 cried Reggy, making dread\u00c2\u00ac\\nful faces. f It \u00e2\u0080\u0099a that stuff Papa takes sometimes\\nbefore breakfast, I forget the name. 5\\n5 Saratoga water 5 said Alice, sniffing it\\ndaintily, and applying her tongue. So it is.\\nWell, that\u00e2\u0080\u0099s real mean! I didn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t suppose\\nmedicines and such things ever came ashore\\non Desert Islands! 5", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0163.jp2"}, "162": {"fulltext": "150\\nTHE DESERT ISLAND.\\nIt was clearly impossible to make a meal\\nof Saratoga water. 5 So, hungry and slow,\\nthe party went back to the grove.\\nI \u00e2\u0080\u0099ll tell you what,\u00e2\u0080\u0099 said Reginald, the\\nfirst thing in the morning we \u00e2\u0080\u0099ll catch a buffalo\\nor a wild ass, and tame him. Luckily I\u00e2\u0080\u0099ve a\\npiece of string in my pocket, so we can pierce\\nhis nostrils,\u00e2\u0080\u009d and put it in. Then I \u00e2\u0080\u0099ll gallop\\nround to the other side of the Island, you know,\\nand find things.\u00e2\u0080\u0099\\nI want my supper,\u00e2\u0080\u0099 wailed Nora, who was\\ntoo tired and hungry to be consoled with this\\ndistant prospect of a wild ass.\\nTom began to cry too; and for a while the\\nolder ones were at their wits\u00e2\u0080\u0099 end to comfort\\nthem. Some blueberries which they found had\\nthe desired effect at last; and, cuddled in their\\nsisters\u00e2\u0080\u0099 laps, the little creatures fell asleep. The\\nwhole party nestled together in a mossy place\\nin the woods. The waves on the beach began\\nto sound hollow and mournful. Alice shuddered\\na little.", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0164.jp2"}, "163": {"fulltext": "THE DESERT ISLAND.\\n151\\nPlease hold my hand tight, Peggy/ she\\nsaid.\\nOh dear!\u00e2\u0080\u0099 sighed Emmy. Was that a\\ndrop of rain on my nose? I do-believe it\u00e2\u0080\u0099s going\\nto sprinkle! And we haven\u00e2\u0080\u0099t any umbrellas.\u00e2\u0080\u0099\\nWhat did the people in the book do when\\nit sprinkled?\u00e2\u0080\u0099 asked Reginald. Or didn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t it\\never sprinkle there\\nOnly in the rainy season,\u00e2\u0080\u009d replied Emmy;\\nand then they shut themselves up in a cave. It\\nmust be nice to have rainy seasons,\u00e2\u0080\u009d and know\\njust what to expect. Here, it just rains when\u00c2\u00ac\\never it likes, and catches you!\\nHo more drops came, however; and before\\nlong sleep fell upon the group. So sound were\\ntheir slumbers that when, some hours later, a\\nhorned creature stuck his head through the\\nbushes, and then retreated with a loud bellow,\\nnobody stirred except Reginald. He, half-\\nawake, started up, muttering drowsily, There\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nthe buffalo: we\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll fix him to-morrow.\u00e2\u0080\u0099 But the\\nnoise died away; and he tumbled down again,\\nand was asleep in a minute.", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0165.jp2"}, "164": {"fulltext": "152\\nTHE DESERT ISLAND.\\nSoon after the flapping of sails reached\\nmy ear, and I ran down to the beach. Sure\\nenough, a white sail like a ghost was gliding\\nrapidly toward the Island. It was a boat. On\\nthe deck was Mr. Brown, looking wild and\\nghastly, quite unlike his usual jolly, com\u00c2\u00ac\\nfortable self.\\nThere isn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t half a chance,\u00e2\u0080\u0099 he muttered as\\nhe sprang ashore. He went questing up and\\ndown with a lantern. I followed, whispering\\ncomforting things in his ear; but he never\\nlistened. At last he lighted on Emmy\u00e2\u0080\u0099s pocket-\\nhandkerchief lying beside the smashed box.\\nIt\u00e2\u0080\u0099s hers!\u00e2\u0080\u0099 he cried, trembling with anxiety.\\nSearch for the boat, men.\u00e2\u0080\u0099\\nBut no boat could be found, and the Father\\ngroaned aloud.\\nMeantime I was gently pulling Mr. Brown,\\nnow by the collar and now by the coat-tail, and\\ntrying to. turn him in the right direction. He\\nwas frantic and obstinate, as men usually are;\\nso he would not follow. At last, as hope grew", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0166.jp2"}, "165": {"fulltext": "THE DESERT ISLAND.\\n158\\nless, his strength seemed to go too; and, little\\nby little, I drew him along to where the children\\nlay. He was almost upon them before he knew\\nit. There they were, fast asleep, Tom in\\nAlice\u00e2\u0080\u0099s lap, and Nora hugged tight in Jack\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\narms.\\nWell, you never saw any one behave as Mr.\\nBrown did. He was like a crazy person. He\\nfelt the warm little hands and the round cheeks,\\nas if he couldn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t believe his eyes; and made\\ninarticulate sounds over them, like some loving\\ndumb animal. The sailors lifted them, still asleep,\\nand wrapped them warmly; but, just as they\\nwere moving off, Jack roused. There was a\\nstamping, bellowing sound in the brush-wood\\nnear by.\\nThere\u00e2\u0080\u0099s the buffalo again he cried. Catch\\nhim, Peggy! Then, waking more completely,\\nWhy, it\u00e2\u0080\u0099s Papa O Papa, don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t let\u00e2\u0080\u0099s leave\\nthe buffalo behind\\nw Buffalo! said one of the men. There\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nno buffalo, sir. That\u00e2\u0080\u0099s one of Farmer New-", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0167.jp2"}, "166": {"fulltext": "154\\nTHE DESERT ISLAND.\\nman\u00e2\u0080\u0099s cows. He pastures them here in the\\nsummer.\u00e2\u0080\u0099\\nReggy was the next to wake. Oh, it\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nthe savages!\u00e2\u0080\u0099 he exclaimed. They\u00e2\u0080\u0099ve got us!\\nWhy, Papa, is it you? y\\nAlice and Emmy roused at his cry, to be\\nfirst frightened, then charmed, to find themselves\\nunder their Father\u00e2\u0080\u0099s care. Before long the whole\\nparty were awake, and lively as crickets.\\nOnly think, Emmy, I thought it was a buf\u00c2\u00ac\\nfalo, and it\u00e2\u0080\u0099s only a cow! concluded Jack.\\nCows!\u00e2\u0080\u0099 shuddered Alice. Were there\\nany cows on the Island? O Papa, I\u00e2\u0080\u0099m so\\nglad you came for us! I should have been so\\nscared!\u00e2\u0080\u0099\\nWhy, Alice cried Reginald. Afraid!\\nwhen you know you said you wanted to have\\na rhinoceros come, or at least an anaconda.\u00e2\u0080\u0099\\nOh well!\u00e2\u0080\u0099 replied Alice, I wouldn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t have\\nminded them; but I\u00e2\u0080\u0099m afraid of cows\\nI wasn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t quite easy all the way across. The\\nSea had evidently got his back up, and I didn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0168.jp2"}, "167": {"fulltext": "THE DESERT ISLAND.\\n155\\nknow but he might yet break out at any moment,\\nand do some dreadful mischief to the Browns.\\nAll went well, however; and just in the faint\\ngray of morning the boat scraped the sand,\\nwhere stood, dimly seen, a waiting figure. It\\nwas poor Mrs. Brown, who, all that dreadful\\nnight, had stood there listening, and looking off\\nto sea.\\nAll right, Mother called out Mr. Brown,\\nin a joyful, husky voice.\\nBut Mrs. Brown could not speak. When\\nher husband laid little Tom in her arms, and she\\nfelt his warm touch, she began to cry. The\\nothers crowded about her, she hugged them\\ntight, kissed the up-turned faces without a word,\\nand led them into the house, still crying for joy.\\nI had a frog in my own throat, I can tell\\nyou,\u00e2\u0080\u009d continued September, so glad was I to\\nsee them safe at home again. But the Sea was\\ngrowling at my heels* in a surly way, which\\naggravated me; so that, there being no longer\\nany reason for keeping the peace, I just went at", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0169.jp2"}, "168": {"fulltext": "156\\nTHE DESERT ISLAND.\\nhim, and relieved my feelings by one of the\\nfiercest quarrels we ever had. For a week we\\nfought like giants. We tossed ships and light\u00c2\u00ac\\nhouses at each other, and filled the world with\\nfear. The people on the coast still talk about\\nit, and call it the great September gale. Though\\nwhy September, I don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t know. I\u00e2\u0080\u0099m sure it was\\na great deal more Ocean\u00e2\u0080\u0099s fault than mine!\\nOh said Thekla, drawing a long breath,\\nI \u00e2\u0080\u0099m so glad the children got safely to land.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nSo am I,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said September, dryly. There\\nwere a good many grown people who didn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t, I\\ncan assure you.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cA book of adventures the Brown children were for ever poring over.\u00e2\u0080\u0099*", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0170.jp2"}, "169": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER X.\\nNIPPIB NUTCRACKER.\\nTHINGS went better after this visit of Septem\u00c2\u00ac\\nber\u00e2\u0080\u0099s. Cool nights began. The noons were still\\nhot, but with a different heat. Something of life\\nand freshness breathed in the air. Thekla\u00e2\u0080\u0099s wheel,\\nset out under the spreading boughs of an oak-\\ntree, hummed as it turned, like a great bumble\u00c2\u00ac\\nbee. It had been silent of late, as if languid\\nwith August\u00e2\u0080\u0099s warmth. Now its voice came back,\\nand it sang merrily as ever. Leaf-shadows fell\\nfrom overhead, dappling the fair hair of the\\nlittle spinner, and the fleece of the lamb which\\nlay at her feet. Lamb\u00e2\u0080\u009d it was still called,\\nthough fast getting into sheephood. Thelda\\nhad a real motherly feeling toward it; and, as", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0171.jp2"}, "170": {"fulltext": "158\\nNIPPIE NUTCRACKER.\\nparents go on calling their boys and girls the\\nchildren when gray hairs and wrinkles have\\nMiss N. Nutcracker, the Celebrated Philosopheress, will lecture at Beech-tree Hall.\u00e2\u0080\u009d", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0172.jp2"}, "171": {"fulltext": "NIPPLE NUTCRACKER.\\n159\\nreplaced the curls and roses of youth, so the\\nlamb was likely to remain a lamb in her eyes\\nfor ever, should it live to become a patriarch of\\nthe flock.\\nOne thing only marred the pleasure of this\\nhappy month, the dear old Grandfather was\\npoorly. Without disease or pain, patient al\u00c2\u00ac\\nways, gentle, even happy, his strength ebbed\\ndaily. Some days he would not rise from his\\nbed at all; on others, he would have his oaken\\nchair drawn out into the sunshine near Thekla\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nwheel, and would sit there for hours basking in\\nthe warmth, and regarding the little girl with\\nfond, wishful eyes. Thekla took tender care of\\nhim. Love showed her how. Love is a wise\\ninstructor, you know; and teaches in six lessons\\nwhat Time, slow old pedagogue, takes a life\u00c2\u00ac\\ntime to impart.\\nAs the end of September drew near, Grand\u00c2\u00ac\\nfather seemed a little brighter; and, in her great\\nwish to please and cheer him, a queer idea\\npopped into Thekla\u00e2\u0080\u0099s head. It was nothing less", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0173.jp2"}, "172": {"fulltext": "160\\nNIPPIE NUTCRACKER.\\nthan to tell him all about the Months and the\\nmoments, and let him join the story-listening\\ngroup. She consulted Max; and he thought it\\na capital plan, provided October made no objec\u00c2\u00ac\\ntions.\\nSo Thekla told the tale in her pretty, soft\\nvoice; and Grandfather nodded his head a great\\ndeal, and smiled, and was well pleased. How\\nmuch he understood is doubtful; Old Age\\nwas singing its sweet lullabys to the weary\\nbrain, and it was fast going to sleep, though now\\nand then it flashed again into wakefulness for a\\nfew moments. Thus much he comprehended,\\nthat a visitor was coming, and he must be ready.\\nSo Thekla smoothed his white hair, and made\\nhim neat; and when October appeared at the\\ndoor, there sat Grandfather between the chil\u00c2\u00ac\\ndren, like a snow-covered bough supported by\\ntwo ripe roses.\\nMax and Thekla flew to meet the guest, and\\nto whisper their request, to which he listened\\nwith a kindly face, pinching each round cheek", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0174.jp2"}, "173": {"fulltext": "NIPPIE NUTCRACKER.\\n161\\ngently meanwhile till it glowed with a fresher\\npink. When they ended, he smiled, well-\\npleased.\\nYes, indeed,\u00e2\u0080\u009d he said: the Grandfather shall\\nstay. He is my old friend. I knew him when\\nhe was no bigger than you, and he knew me.\\nBut then the time came, as it will to you, when\\nhe saw without seeing, and I was to him but a\\nname. To the very young and the very old\\nonly am I visible; for they are children alike.\\nHe will know me at once, be sure of that.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nSo saying, he walked in, sat down close by\\nthe oaken chair, and laid his hand on Grand\u00c2\u00ac\\nfather\u00e2\u0080\u0099s arm. The old man turned slowly, and\\na look of recognition crept into his dim eyes.\\nw Catch Carl, catch he murmured.\\nw Where\u00e2\u0080\u0099s the basket There never were so\\nmany beech-nuts on the tree before.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThat was the other boy,\u00e2\u0080\u009d explained October,\\nin a whisper. w They always went about to\u00c2\u00ac\\ngether. But it\u00e2\u0080\u0099s a long time since I saw\\nhim", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0175.jp2"}, "174": {"fulltext": "162\\nNIPriE NUTCRACKER.\\nThe children stood silent, watching the strange\\nsmiles which chased each other over Grand\u00c2\u00ac\\nfather\u00e2\u0080\u0099s lips. Now, too, they could look at\\nOctober, and see what manner of person he was.\\nHe had the brown, bearded face of a man in his\\nprime; but the hair was grizzled with gray.\\nThere was something fatherly in the eyes, which\\nwere blue and merry. His hunter\u00e2\u0080\u0099s dress of\\nscarlet, gold, russet, crimson, and orange was\\nso gay that it would have seemed fantastic ex\u00c2\u00ac\\ncept for the grace with which he wore it. A\\nspray of purple leaves nodded in his cap; a horn\\nswung at his side, and beneath it a great pouch\\nof fur into which he now plunged his hand.\\nDo you like chestnuts he said, throwing a\\ndouble handful into Thekla\u00e2\u0080\u0099s lap. Ah! I see\\nyou do. That\u00e2\u0080\u0099s right I always carry them\\nabout with me for the children. And I always\\nsay, Don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t crack nuts with your teeth;\u00e2\u0080\u0099 and\\nthey always do it, just the same as if I hadn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t\\nspoken, as Max is doing now.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nWhat is that in your bag?\u00e2\u0080\u009d asked Max,", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0176.jp2"}, "175": {"fulltext": "NIPPIE NUTCRACKER.\\n163\\nboldly, pointing to a great sack which October\\nhad thrown down on entering.\\nSamples,\u00e2\u0080\u009d replied October, briskly. You\\nsee, I belong to a firm of dyers, a celebrated\\none, Brown October Co.\u00e2\u0080\u0099 These are our\\nnovelties for the season. Look And, seizing\\nthe bag by the bottom, he shook out upon the\\nfloor what seemed to be rainbows in confusion,\\na vast heap of brilliant scraps, so vivid and\\nso various that nobody could count the different\\ntints.\\nTwo billion new shades,\u00e2\u0080\u009d went on October,\\ntriumphantly; all patented, warranted to wash,\\nand unlike any thing seen in the shop last year.\\nWhere is the mortal dyer, outside our firm, who\\ncan say that Then he began cramming the\\nsamples into the bag again. When order was\\nrestored, he turned toward Grandfather\u00e2\u0080\u0099s chair,\\nand said in a gentle voice, Would you like to\\nhear one more story from me, old friend, before\\nyou and I part for ever\\nGrandfather nodded his head. You used to", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0177.jp2"}, "176": {"fulltext": "164\\nNIPPIE NUTCRACKER.\\ntell nice ones to Carl and me,\u00e2\u0080\u009d he answered.\\nOne more i one more l\\nSo October began:\\nIt\u00e2\u0080\u0099s about squirrels. People generally don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t\\nappreciate squirrels. They overlook them en\u00c2\u00ac\\ntirely, or else they make pies of them, which is\\nunjust and disagreeable.\\nI know them well, so they talk freely\\nbefore me, and let out their secrets, which\\npeople never do until they are intimate. All\\nthe best circles of squirreldom are open to me;\\nand the Nutcrackers, who are perhaps the most\\naristocratic family in the set, are my particular\\nfriends, and have been for generations.\\nIt is about Nippy Nutcracker that I am\\ngoing to tell. It is a true story; and I hope it\\nmay be a warning to you, Thekla, and to other\\nyoung females of your age.\\nNippy, in her earliest squirrelhood, was one\\nof the prettiest creatures I ever saw. In those\\ndays she spelt the name Nippie,\u00e2\u0080\u0099 and had it\\nthus engraved in monogram on the birch-bark", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0178.jp2"}, "177": {"fulltext": "NIPPIE NUTCRACKER.\\n165\\ncards she was in the habit of leaving at the nests\\nof her acquaintances. Later, she changed it\\nagain to plain Nippy;\u00e2\u0080\u0099 and the other squirrels\\nagreed it was just as well she should, for\\nreasons.\\nA fashionable belle of the first water was\\nNippie, slender, graceful, bewitching, with\\na most beautiful long tail, which she put up in\\nhot pine-needles every night, and fluffed out in\\nthe morning till it stood like a glory round\\nher head when she waved it. And this she did\\nvery often, especially when desirable bachelor\\nsquirrels were about. All the Nutcrackers were\\nbeside themselves with pride over the possession\\nof this lovely creature. Distinguished suitors\\ncame from far and near, bringing such gifts of\\nbeech-nuts, acorns, and toothsome walnut-meats\\nall picked out of the shells, that Nippie\u00e2\u0080\u0099s bower\\nused to look like a provision-market. But to\\nnone of her lovers did she give any encourage\u00c2\u00ac\\nment; for her secret heart was set upon King\\nNutcracker, the chief of her tribe.", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0179.jp2"}, "178": {"fulltext": "166\\nNIPPIE NUTCRACKER.\\nThis mighty monarch was getting on in\\nyears; but he possessed great gallantry of man\u00c2\u00ac\\nner, and had been heard to say that never within\\nhis experience did so lovely a vision as Miss\\nNutcracker alight on earthly bough. This speech\\nfired Nippie\u00e2\u0080\u0099s ambitious heart: which was un\u00c2\u00ac\\nlucky; for, as it happened, King Nutcracker\\nalready possessed a spouse, of his own age, to\\nwhom, in spite of his fine speeches, he was at\\nbottom quite devoted. They lived in the top\\nof a royal oak, their children occupying neigh\u00c2\u00ac\\nboring branches; and, as each year some eight\\nor ten fresh princes and princesses entered the\\nworld, the family circle, as can be imagined, was\\na large one.\\nw The Queen was plain and old-fashioned.\\nShe never curled her tail, and thought hot pine-\\nneedles absolutely sinful. But she had a resolute\\ncharacter and great strength of constitution; and\\ndid not feel the least desire to die and make\\nroom for Nippie, if she could possibly help it.\\nAll things considered, therefore, the chance did", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0180.jp2"}, "179": {"fulltext": "NIPPLE NUTCRACKER.\\n167\\nnot seem very good. But Nippie clung to hope.\\nQueen Nutcracker, she reflected, must drop off\\nsome day; and the King would naturally look to\\nthe fairest as her successor. Queen Nippie\u00e2\u0080\u0099\\nsounded well; she would refurnish the royal\\nnest, and astonish society. It was worth wait\u00c2\u00ac\\ning for. So she waited.\\nOne year two, three, four. Lovers came,\\nand went; Nippie snubbing them all right\\nroyally. Still Queen Nutcracker lived and\\nflourished; and still every spring eight or ten\\nlovely princes and princesses appeared to swell\\nthe popidation of the royal oak. Five years\\nsix. Nippie\u00e2\u0080\u0099s resplendent tail began to look\\nthin, and a little worn. Hot pine-needles are\\nvery bad for tails, they say. She lost a front\\ntooth; her nose grew sharp; and her figure,\\nonce so graceful, was now painfully thin.\\nSuitors became weary of the Nutcracker beech,\\nand the few who showed themselves were mere\\nchildren, on the look-out for some younger Nut\u00c2\u00ac\\ncrackers who were growing up. Nippie felt", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0181.jp2"}, "180": {"fulltext": "168\\nNIPPIF, NUTCRACKER.\\nthat her day was past; that the sun was ceasing\\nto shine, and her hay not made; and, as the con\u00c2\u00ac\\nviction forced itself upon her mind, her temper\\nwaxed horribly uneven. She took to shutting\\nherself into her hole, and having nervous attacks;\\nand when these were on, she would say the\\nsharpest and most disagreeable things to her\\nnearest relations.\\nThis of course did not add to the happiness\\nof the family. Her nephews and nieces full\\nof spirits, and selfish, like all young creatures\\npronounced her in private a dreadful old cat/\\nand took pleasure in teasing her, laughing at her\\nlittle airs and graces, and alluding to her age in\\nthe most unfeeling way. Even her brothers and\\nsisters, tired out by her tantrums, did not stand\\nup for her as they ought. So life seemed pretty\\nhard to poor Nippie; and there were moments\\nwhen she wished herself made into pie, and an\\nend put to every thing.\\nBut this was during the betwixt-and-between\\nperiod which comes to everybody some time or", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0182.jp2"}, "181": {"fulltext": "NIPPIE NUTCRACKER.\\n169\\nother. For Nippie was not the sort of squirrel to\\nsettle down into insignificance without at least\\nmaking a good fight for herself. She had failed\\nas a beauty; but it was still possible to succeed\\nas something else. She was not long in deciding\\nwhat this should be. She would become c strong-\\nminded.\u00e2\u0080\u0099\\nHer first step was leaving off the ie from\\nher name. Nicknames, she declared, especially\\nthose ending in ie, were silly and affected. As\\nshe had been privately spoken of as Nip for\\nsome time past among her young relations, no\\none made the least objection to the change. So\\nNippie the belle became plain Nippy; and soon\\nafter, to the astonishment of her friends, beech-\\nleaves began to circulate about, bearing the name\\nof Dr. Nutcracker,\u00e2\u0080\u0099 and it was announced that\\nNippy had adopted the practice of medicine.\\nThis, however, was another failure, and did\\nnot last long. Nippy began in a small way with\\na remedy of her own invention, which she called\\nacorn-water,\u00e2\u0080\u0099 and which consisted of portions\\nof a neighboring brook upon which the shadow", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0183.jp2"}, "182": {"fulltext": "170\\nNIPPIE NUTCRACKER.\\nof an acorn had been allowed to lie for two hours\\nand twenty minutes by the sun. But most of\\nthe squirrels laughed at the new medicine, and\\ndeclared that it did them no good; while the\\nfew who believed injured the water almost as\\nmuch, by calling it dangerously strong. At last\\none very nervous old lady, Mrs. Hopper by name,\\nwas thrown into a fit by finding out, two days\\nafterward, that she had by mistake swallowed\\nhalf a drop more than the right dose; and after\\nthat nobody dared to try any more. So, upon\\nthe whole, Nippy decided not to be a Doctress,\\nbut something else. She took a week to think\\nit over, and then startled the whole community\\nby the following placard:\\nMiss N. Nutcracker,\\nthe Celebrated Philosopheress,\\nwill lecture at Beech-tree Hall\\non Thursday, at 5 p.m. precisely.\\nSubject:\\nWhy should not Squirrels lay Eggs?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nAdmission, 25 beech-nuts.\\nReserved seats, 2 acorns.\\nChildren, half-price.", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0184.jp2"}, "183": {"fulltext": "NIPPIE NUTCRACKER.\\n171\\nNothing can describe the excitement caused\\nby this announcement, which was inscribed on a\\nhuge moose-wood leaf, and pinned with thorns\\nto the royal oak. No lady-squirrel had ever\\nbefore appeared on a public platform, and all the\\nold fogies felt that it was the beginning of great\\nchanges. Everybody wanted to go, however,\\nespecially when the King sent down a servant\\nwith both cheeks stuffed full of acorns, and\\nengaged the best seats for himself and party.\\nWhen the hour came, there was hardly standing-\\nroom left on the Nutcracker beech. Nippy took\\nher station on the top bough, with the utmost\\ndignity of manner. There was nothing left of\\nthe flirting, foolish ways of the ex-belle. Her\\npoor thin tail was screwed tightly into a French\\ntwist. She wore a plain gray gown, and black\\ngloves. She had practised speaking with her\\nmouth full of nuts so long, that every word she\\nuttered could be heard distinctly; and I assure\\nyou her audience listened with both eyes and\\nears.", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0185.jp2"}, "184": {"fulltext": "172\\nNIPPIE NUTCRACKER.\\n\u00c2\u00abI\u00e2\u0080\u0099m sorry that I cannot remember the lec\u00c2\u00ac\\nture,\u00e2\u0080\u009d continued October; for it was very fine.\\nNippy took the ground that as squirrels live in\\ntrees, and so do birds; and as squirrels make\\nnests, and so do birds; and as squirrels have\\ntails, and birds the same, so it was the duty\\nof squirrels to lay eggs, just as much as it was\\nthe duty of birds. Everybody applauded and\\nagreed, but didn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t very well know how to do\\nany thing more about it. So, after all, the\\nlecture produced no practical result, except by\\nmaking a great deal of talk.\\nBut this was precisely what Miss Nutcracker\\nwished. She felt that her enterprise was suc\u00c2\u00ac\\nceeding, and that a glorious future lay before\\nher. Other lectures followed. There was one\\non Food; one on What to do with the\\nShells?\u00e2\u0080\u0099 another on Hygiene\u00e2\u0080\u0099 (which the aver\u00c2\u00ac\\nage squirrel persisted in calling High Jinks,\u00e2\u0080\u0099\\nand treating accordingly) and a fourth on The\\nNew Departure,\u00e2\u0080\u0099 which meant the removal of\\nthe Nutcracker tribe to another tree, with more", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0186.jp2"}, "185": {"fulltext": "NIPPIE NUTCRACKER.\\n173\\nnuts on it. But the most famous lecture of all\\nwas announced to be for ladies only/ and its\\nsubject was The Wrongs of Squirrelesses.\u00e2\u0080\u0099\\nNippy told her audience (which they had not\\nknown before) that they had always been abused\\nand unhappy. She reminded them with great\\neloquence how the largest nuts were apt to fall\\nto the lot of the male squirrels, who were usually\\nup and at work early of mornings, while their\\nwives slept; how fathers of families were apt\\nto go sky-larking off into the woods, leaving\\ntheir partners at home with nests full of little\\nones; how they came back late at night and\\ndisturbed the house; and many other things. So\\npathetic was the picture that, before the lecture\\nended, most of the company were in tears. The\\ngentlemen, who had been sitting in distant trees\\nmeanwhile, trying to look as if they didn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t know\\nthat any thing was going on, but secretly wild\\nwith curiosity, were confounded when, at the\\nend of the discourse, all the squirrelesses came\\ntrooping home slowly and sadly, with tails in", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0187.jp2"}, "186": {"fulltext": "174\\nNIPPIE NUTCRACKER.\\ntheir eyes, and not a skip or bound among\\nthem. That night nothing but sobs and recrimi\u00c2\u00ac\\nnations were heard among the boughs. Even\\nthe royal oak caught the infection. The princes\\nand princesses were disputing and scolding right\\nand left; and nobody kept their good humor\\nexcept the sensible old Queen, who had refused\\nto attend the lecture.\\nShut up, and go to sleep she exclaimed at\\nlast. You are a parcel of nonsensical fools.\\nSince I became a squirrel I never heard of any\\nthing so ridiculous; and if I had my way, that\\nNippy Nutcracker should be made into a fric\u00c2\u00ac\\nassee by noon to-morrow, before she has time\\nto do more mischief.\u00e2\u0080\u0099\\nBut vainly did the royal dame utter her\\nhomely wisdom. Nippy, sporting in unfricasseed\\nfreedom, with the whole range of social abuses\\nbefore her, was more than a match for the aged\\nQueen, to whom nobody listened for a moment.\\nThe next week the lecture was Repeated by\\nRequest.\u00e2\u0080\u0099 Others followed, of a still more dan-", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0188.jp2"}, "187": {"fulltext": "NIPPIE NUTCRACKER.\\n175\\ngerous character; such as, Frisk in Fetters,\u00e2\u0080\u0099\\nand Why are Incisors granted to Both Sexes?\u00e2\u0080\u0099\\nA dreadful little ballad was composed, and sung\\nby the strong-minded, whose number became\\ndaily larger and more formidable. I remember\\nonly a fragment, but it gives an idea of the\\nwhole:\\nWho would stay and mind her young,\\nWho would gladly hold her tongue,\\nWho before her lord be dumb,\\nLet her turn and flee.\\nLet her turn in cage of tin,\\nClattering with revolving din\\nGrazing fur and grazing skin,\\nGood enough for she J\\nThe grammar,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said October, is defective,\\nyou observe. But that is little. Grammar and\\nall other rules are defied by the strong-minded,\\nwhen they happen to be squirrels.\\nThis was last autumn. Just as I left, a\\nlecture was announced upon The Royal\\nFamily an Excrescence What the state of\\naffairs may be now I do not know, and I dare", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0189.jp2"}, "188": {"fulltext": "176\\nNIPPIE NUTCRACKER.\\nnot guess. I confess that it is with reluctance\\nthat I return to the grove. From what I know\\nof Miss Nutcracker, it would not surprise me to\\nfind all the old pleasant state of things changed,\\nthe King and Queen in exile, a Republic pro\u00c2\u00ac\\nclaimed, and Nippy at the head of affairs as\\nProvisional Governess\\nGrandfather had been as much entertained\\nat the story as any one. Listening, his face\\ngrew young again, his laugh mingled with the\\nmerry peals from Max and Thekla, and was\\nalmost as gay in sound. But, as October drew\\nto a close, he seemed to become weary; and,\\nwhen the last words were spoken, they looked\\nat him, and he was fast asleep.\\nBetter so,\u00e2\u0080\u009d whispered October. He will\\nmiss me less.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nIn silence he measured his moments from the\\ncan; silently bent over the white head, and\\ntouched it with his lips; and on tiptoe stole\\nfrom the room.\\nThe children followed noiselessly.", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0190.jp2"}, "189": {"fulltext": "NIPPIE NUTCRACKER.\\n17T\\nw That story didn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t really have any end, did\\nit?\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Thekla, when they were outside.\\nw No,\u00e2\u0080\u009d replied October, there is no use trying\\nto put ends to things which have Nippy Nut\u00c2\u00ac\\ncrackers mixed up with them.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nA fashionable belle of the first water was Nipple.\u00e2\u0080\u0099 9\\n12", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0191.jp2"}, "190": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER XI.\\nCHUSEY.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nWHEN the children stole back again into the\\nhnt after October had gone, Grandfather was\\nstill asleep. But before long he roused himself\\nsuddenly, rubbed his eyes, and stared at them in\\na strange, bewildered way.\\nw Where is Carl?\u00e2\u0080\u009d he said. w Has he hidden\\nhimself to plague me? I know he loves to tease,\\nbut this is too bad.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nGrandfather,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Thekla, gently, w you are\\nnot quite waked up yet. It was only a dream!\\nThere is nobody here but Max and me.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThe old man looked wildly at her for a mo\u00c2\u00ac\\nment. Then he came to himself, smiled, and\\nstroked her hair. So,\u00e2\u0080\u009d he said, only Max and", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0192.jp2"}, "191": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u009cCHUSEY.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n179\\nyou, Liebchen! Well, it was a nice dream while\\nit lasted; and now I will go to bed.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nSo Grandfather went to bed. But neither the\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009c\u00e2\u0080\u0098We don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t want our Chusey killed we don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t want him for dinner\u00e2\u0080\u0094 we don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t\\nlike turkeys when they\u00e2\u0080\u0099re d-e-a-d,\u00e2\u0080\u0099 sobbed the children.\u00e2\u0080\u009d", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0193.jp2"}, "192": {"fulltext": "180\\nCHUSEY.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nnext day, nor the next, nor the next, did he rise;\\nand soon it became an accepted fact that Grand\u00c2\u00ac\\nfather did not care to get up any more. He had\\nno pain, and smiled often but he seldom spoke,\\nand when he did it was of old times, which seemed\\nto be fresher to his mind than the things which\\nwere about him. Thekla moved her wheel in\u00c2\u00ac\\ndoors, and sat where his eyes could rest upon her\\nthe moment he waked; while Max, laying aside\\nall his boyish frisk and bounce, moved about the\\ncottage with steps gentle as a girl\u00e2\u0080\u0099s. And so,\\nquietly and rather sadly, the month wore away.\\nThe last evening proved a fierce and gusty\\none. Amid the pauses of the wind a soft whir\u00c2\u00ac\\nring sound as of wings beating outside could be\\nheard. It came from great heaps of rustling leaves\\ndriven against the cottage walls by the blast. ~No\\nother noise broke the stillness, except the crack\u00c2\u00ac\\nling of a pine fagot upon the fire, which filled\\nthe room with light and fragrance. Thekla and\\nMax sat silently beside the blaze; the Grand\u00c2\u00ac\\nfather slept. It was so long since either had", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0194.jp2"}, "193": {"fulltext": "CHUSEY.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n181\\nspoken, that when at last a sharp knock fell\\nupon the door both the children jumped from\\ntheir seats.\\nMax hastened to open, and to make a polite\\nbow to the new-comer, while Thekla brought a\\nchair. November, a rough looking personage in\\na gray pea-jacket and flapped hat, took it with\u00c2\u00ac\\nout ceremony, only saying, w All right,\u00e2\u0080\u009d in a gruff\\nVoice. He seemed so big and strong that the\\nboy and girl felt timid. They drew nearer each\\nother, and were not sure exactly how to begin.\\nBut when November took off his hat, which he\\ndid pretty soon, the face he showed was a kind\\none, in spite of the rough beard and wild hair,\\nwhich had evidently not been combed for years,\\nif ever. It was a brown and weather-beaten\\nface; but the eyes were full of that friendly light\\nwhich children love, and the little ones no longer\\nfelt afraid. November looked at them for a\\nmoment from under his shaggy eyebrows, and\\nthen began fumbling with the knots of a red\\nbandanna handkerchief in which something\\nwas tied up.", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0195.jp2"}, "194": {"fulltext": "182\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cCHUSEY.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThere! he said, when at last he got it open,\\nthere \u00e2\u0080\u0099s my present. It came from ever so far\\naway, and a fine piece of work I had to keep it^\\nfrom being smashed on the road. It \u00e2\u0080\u0099s all safe\\nhowever, I believe, except the edges, which are\\na little chipped. But that \u00e2\u0080\u0099s nothing. Get your\\nknives and forks, young ones, and fall to.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThis present was a pie, a fine yellow pie,\\nmottled with brown spots and baked in a red\\nearthenware dish. Max and Thekla had never\\nseen any thing like it before. It felt still warm\\nfrom the oven; and smelt so delicious and spicy,\\nthat it was impossible to keep from eating it at\\nonce, as November urged them to do. So Max\\nran for two horn spoons; and, after a piece was\\nlaid aside for Grandfather, he and Thekla began\\nto devour the rest.\\nOh my! said Max, as he took his first bite,\\nisn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t it good?\\nWon\u00e2\u0080\u0099t you have a bit, sir?\u00e2\u0080\u009d asked Thekla,\\nwho was a polite little creature.\\nBless you!\u00e2\u0080\u0094no,\u00e2\u0080\u009d replied November, who", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0196.jp2"}, "195": {"fulltext": "CHUSEY\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n18o\\nlooked highly pleased at the success of his gift.\\nI never eat \u00e2\u0080\u0099em till the proper time comes, and\\nthat isn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t for three weeks yet. But I know an\\nold lady who persists in making them all the\\nyear round, in season and out; and as I thought\\na pie would be something new, and a good thing\\nto bring, I dropped in on the way here and stole\\none from her buttery. They were just whipping\\nthe cat for the theft as I came away.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nBut wasn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t that wrong?\u00e2\u0080\u009d asked Max, with\\nhis mouth full of the pie.\\nUm! replied November, with a keen, funny\\nlook, if I had squeezed it into a can now,\\nand smashed it, perhaps it might have been\\ncalled so!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nMax blushed, and hung down his head.\\nNever mind,\u00e2\u0080\u009d went on November, more\\nkindly. We won\u00e2\u0080\u0099t discuss the point of our re\u00c2\u00ac\\nspective honesties, I think! But I must confess\\nthat we Months are not as conscientious as we\\nshould be. Every one of us steal something\\nwherever we go; and the worst of it is, that we", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0197.jp2"}, "196": {"fulltext": "184\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cCHUSEY.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nnever bring what we steal back again. Heigho!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nAnd he looked silently into the fire for some\\ntime.\\nBy this the last mouthful of pie had dis\u00c2\u00ac\\nappeared; and Thekla had carried off the dish\\nand the spoons, and put them out of sight.\\nWas it good?\u00e2\u0080\u009d asked November, meeting\\nher eye with a smile.\\nVery, very good,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she answered. I never\\ntasted any pies like it. Do you know what it is\\nmade of, sir?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nI believe,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said November, the exact recipe\\nruns thus: As little pumpkin as possible, and\\nas much of every thing else as possible.\u00e2\u0080\u0099 But\\nit\u00e2\u0080\u0099s no use your trying to make one. They\\ndon\u00e2\u0080\u0099t succeed anywhere except in that country\\non the other side the ocean, where this came\\nfrom. There they have a knack at \u00e2\u0080\u0099em.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nOh, tell us about the other side the ocean!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\ncried the children.\\nI\u00e2\u0080\u0099m going to,\u00e2\u0080\u009d replied November. That\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nwhere my story happened.", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0198.jp2"}, "197": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u00a2\u00e2\u0080\u0098CHUSEY.\u00e2\u0080\u0099\\n185\\nIt was way out on the Western frontier\\nDo you know what a frontier is?\u00e2\u0080\u009d suddenly in\u00c2\u00ac\\nterrupting himself.\\nNo, the children did not know what a frontier\\nwas.\\nA frontier,\u00e2\u0080\u009d continued November, is the\\nedge of civilization; and rough and shaggy\\nenough it is, as edges are apt to be. It is the\\n.battle-ground where men and Nature meet and\\nfight it out. Ah the men have hard times\\nthere, I can tell you. They have to turn to and\\nuse every bit of stuff that is in them, or they\\nget the worst of the conflict. But Nature is a\\nfriendly foe. When she has proved them, she\\ngrows kind. The trees fall, the stumps come out\\nof the ground. Every year the work done tells\\nmore and more; and the frontier is pushed\\nfarther and farther away. By and by there\\nwon\u00e2\u0080\u0099t be any frontier left, the whole land will\\nbe civilized; and people will have every thing\\nthey desire, brick houses, churches, shops,\\nice-cream saloons, and copies of Tupper\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nProverbial Philosophy.", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0199.jp2"}, "198": {"fulltext": "186\\nCHUSEY.\u00e2\u0080\u0099\\nWell, I always visit this frontier as I go my\\nyearly rounds; and it was there that I made\\nacquaintance with Mrs. Fiske\u00e2\u0080\u0099s little children.\\nw Four boys and girls there were, the eldest\\nseven, the youngest not quite three; and none\\nof them had ever seen other children except\\nthemselves. Their Mother was a sad, hard-\\nworked woman; their Father, a rough, kind-\\nhearted fellow, too busy to notice the little ones\\nmuch, except now and then on a Sunday even\u00c2\u00ac\\ning. So the children were left entirely to each\\nother for amusement; and they seemed to find\\nplenty of it, for a more merry, contented group\\nI never saw. The rude hut in which they lived\\nwas beautiful in their eyes; and the forest, with\\nits birds, berries, squirrels, and flowers, like a\\ndelightful playfellow.\\nThe cabin was off the road for wagon trains:\\nnone ever came there. But now and then men\\non horseback, two or three together, would stop\\nand ask for a meal or a night\u00e2\u0080\u0099s lodging. These\\nwere never refused in that hospitable wilderness.", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0200.jp2"}, "199": {"fulltext": "CHUSEY.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n18T\\nThe children were glad when this happened; for\\nthe men talked about all sorts of interesting\\nthings, and brought newspapers, from which\\ntheir Father read stories and anecdotes. But\\nPolly, the eldest, a bright, observing girl, noticed\\nthat after these visits her Mother always looked\\nsadder than before, and sometimes cried.\\nMrs. Fiske came from a State a long way off\\ncalled Massachusetts. Some of her relations\\nlived there still, and there was the old house\\nwhere she had been born; but she seldom spoke\\nof it or them. Perhaps she feared to make the\\nchildren discontented with their lonely life by\\ndoing so; and it may be she was wise.\\nBut the little ones picked up ideas here and\\nthere, and made a sort of play of Going to the\\nEast,\u00e2\u0080\u0099 where so many wonderful things were.\\nThey did not often tell their Mother of these\\nplays: somehow they felt that it gave her pain;\\nbut when they were alone with their Father they\\nwould talk by the hour, asking questions, and\\nchattering all together like a flock of small\\ncrows.", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0201.jp2"}, "200": {"fulltext": "188\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cCHXJSEY.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nOne night a traveller, who was stopping with\\nthem, used a new word.\\nI don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t know if Thanksgiving gets so far\\nout as this,\u00e2\u0080\u0099 he said.\\nMrs. Fiske only answered by a sigh; but her\\nhusband replied, Well, no We\u00e2\u0080\u0099ve had pretty\\nhard times for a spell back; and we never see no\\nnewspapers so\u00e2\u0080\u0099s to know what day\u00e2\u0080\u0099s appointed,\\nand so we\u00e2\u0080\u0099ve kind of let it slide. It a pity\\ntoo, that\u00e2\u0080\u0099s a fact. Why, the kids here don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t\\neven know what Thanksgiving means.\u00e2\u0080\u0099\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nKids?\u00e2\u0080\u009d asked Max, wonderingly.\\nHe meant the children,\u00e2\u0080\u009d laughed November.\\nIt\u00e2\u0080\u0099s rather a funny word, but some people use\\nit; and as long as it tells what it means it\u00e2\u0080\u0099s a\\ngood word. The little Fiskes were used to it.\\nWell,\u00e2\u0080\u0099 the traveller went on, you shan\u00e2\u0080\u0099t\\nmiss the Day this year for want of a paper any\\nhow. There\u00e2\u0080\u0099s the Democrat of week before\\nlast, with the Governor\u00e2\u0080\u0099s Proclamation and all.\\nIt\u00e2\u0080\u0099s the 29th you see, four weeks from to\u00c2\u00ac\\nmorrow.\u00e2\u0080\u0099", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0202.jp2"}, "201": {"fulltext": "CHUSEY.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n189\\nWhat does Thanksgiving mean?\u00e2\u0080\u0099 asked\\nlittle Nanny, who was perched on the stranger\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nknee. Tell us the \u00e2\u0080\u0099tory about it.\u00e2\u0080\u0099\\nSo the traveller, who was a kind man, made\\nquite a story to amuse the children. He told\\nhow, long ago, when the land was all wild woods\\nin which only Indians lived, a shipload of Eng\u00c2\u00ac\\nlish people came across the sea, in the freezing\\nwinter, to make a home for themselves in the\\nwilderness. How they suffered hunger, cold,\\nand all sorts of hardships and at last, after\\nmany months, housed their first harvest from\\na few scanty fields; and, in gratitude for this\\nfood which saved them from starvation, set\\naside a day to be spent in giving God thanks\\nfor it. And how, ever since, among their de\u00c2\u00ac\\nscendants, this day of Thanksgiving had been\\nkept up, and solemnly observed every autumn\\nafter the gathering in of the crops.\\nThen he told them that in New England, on\\nthis day, all the sons and daughters come to the\\nold homestead with their families; and how the", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0203.jp2"}, "202": {"fulltext": "190\\nCHUSEY.\u00e2\u0080\u0099\\nlong dinner-tables are set out with good things,\\nturkeys, pumpkin pies, cranberry sauce, and In\u00c2\u00ac\\ndian pudding. And then, last of all, he drew\\nfrom his pocket a paper, and read aloud the\\nGovernor\u00e2\u0080\u0099s Proclamation, calling on all citizens\\nto observe the 29th of November as Thanks-\\ngiving Day.\\nBefore the stranger had finished the children\\nwere wild with excitement. But their Mother\\nburied her face in her apron, and sobbed bitterly.\\nThat night, after the traveller had gone to bed,\\nshe talked more about her old home than ever\\nshe had done before, and told Polly a great\\nmany things of Massachusetts and its people.\\nAll the next day the children could think\\nof nothing but the stranger\u00e2\u0080\u0099s wonderful story.\\nWhy couldn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t they have Thanksgiving too?\\nthey asked their Mother. The Governor said\\nthey might.\\nBut we haven\u00e2\u0080\u0099t any thing to keep it with,\u00e2\u0080\u0099\\nsaid Mrs. Fiske.\\nOh, yes! there was one big squash left.", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0204.jp2"}, "203": {"fulltext": "CHUSEY.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n191\\nWouldn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t Mother make some pies out of it for\\nthem\\nw But there are no eggs, or ginger, or lemon-\\npeel,\u00e2\u0080\u0099 answered -the poor, discouraged Mother.\\nw However, the children begged so hard, that\\nat last she said she would try to make some pies.\\nBut then Thanksgiving was nothing without a\\nturkey.\\nw Oh, if we only had a turkey!\u00e2\u0080\u0099 cried the\\nlittle ones.\\nI happened to come by that day as they\\nwere talking; and it seemed to me rather a pity\\nif, in a land full of turkeys, the Fiskes couldn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t\\nhave just one to make merry with. So I cast\\nabout in my mind for some way of securing a\\ndinner for them. At last I found it. Forty\\nmiles off, through the woods, there lived a rich\\nsettler, who I knew kept turkeys. His wife had\\nbeen lucky that year, and had raised a fine brood.\\nThere were at least twenty.\\nAmong these was one little gobbler, a real\\nvagabond by nature, who was always running", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0205.jp2"}, "204": {"fulltext": "192\\nCHUSEY.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\noff into the forest. His drumsticks were rath\u00c2\u00ac\\ner toughish from being so much on his legs,\\nbut otherwise he was a good fat bird; and, as\\nit was his evident fate to be lost some day, I\\nthought my little friends might as well have the\\nbenefit of him as some wildcat or fox. So I\\nwatched my chance; and, catching him a long\\nway from home, I headed him in the right direc\u00c2\u00ac\\ntion, and began to drive him toward the Fiskes\u00e2\u0080\u0099\\ncottage.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nHere Thekla rose, and stole on tiptoe into\\nGrandfather\u00e2\u0080\u0099s room; for she fancied that he\\ncalled. But the old man slept peacefully, and\\nshe returned again quietly as she went. Novem\u00c2\u00ac\\nber had paused in his story till she should come\\nback.\\nSuch a time as I had he resumed. The\\nturkey seemed to know my intention, and to be\\nresolved to spite me. Twenty times, at least, he\\ngot away, and, gobbling with joy, began to run\\ntoward home. Twice 1 rescued him from a fox,\\nonce dragged him from the very jaws of an", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0206.jp2"}, "205": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u009cCHUSEY.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n198\\nopossum. Nothing but my love for the children\\ninduced me to go through the task; and I was\\nglad and thankful enough when at last the\\njourney was over, and we arrived safely at\\nthe clearing.\\nLittle Zeke spied him first. Oh, what a big\\nbirdie he cried, and made a rush at him. The\\nturkey w r as too tired to run far, so in a few\\nmoments Zeke had him tied by the leg to a tree.\\nMother Polly Nanny Baby he\\nscreamed. f Come and see what I\u00e2\u0080\u0099ve got\\nAll came flocking at the call. Why, it\u00e2\u0080\u0099s a\\nturkey! exclaimed Mrs. Fiske, and a real\\ntame turkey, not a wild one at all\\nIt\u00e2\u0080\u0099s come for Thanksgiving shouted Polly.\\nHurrah hurrah now we \u00e2\u0080\u0099ll have it for dinner.\u00e2\u0080\u0099\\nc Gobble, gobble, gobble,\u00e2\u0080\u0099 said the turkey.\\nWhy, so we will, old fellow replied Zeke.\\nBy general consent the turkey was fastened\\nin a corner of the kitchen, by a string round his\\nleg. He thus became a part of the family. The\\nchildren were very fond of him. They stuffed\\n13", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0207.jp2"}, "206": {"fulltext": "194\\nCHUSEY.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nhim all day long with bread-crumbs, doughnuts,\\nbits of meat, and other dainties; so, though he\\nmissed his usual exercise, he was a happy and\\ncontented turkey, and soon grew so fat that Mrs.\\nFiske said he would make a splendid dinner.\\nMassachusetts was the name chosen for\\nhim, but it was shortened to Chusey because\\nthat was easier. Before long he had become\\nwonderfully tame. He would run to the end of\\nhis string to greet the family, when they came\\ndown in the morning; he ate from the children\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nhands, and let the baby stroke and ruffle his\\nfeathers with her soft fingers as much as she\\nliked.\\nLittle did the poor fellow guess that the\\nyoung friends whom he welcomed so gladly\\nwere already arranging among themselves how\\nto divide the choice bits of his carcass. Zeke\\nhad spoken for one wish-bone, and Polly for the\\nother; Nanny was resolute as to the possession\\nof his tail; and Pop, the baby, was to have a\\ndrumstick to suck. All had requested large", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0208.jp2"}, "207": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u009cCHUSEY\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n196\\nhelps of the breast and plenty of gravy. But,\\nas time went on, the Mother noticed that this\\nsavory future was less talked about, and that\\nNanny and Polly were often to be seen patting\\nthe turkey\u00e2\u0080\u0099s back, and calling him Poor Chusey! 3\\nin a pathetic manner.\\nAt last the great day drew near. The pies\\nwere made,\u00e2\u0080\u0094rather singular as to looks, I con\u00c2\u00ac\\nfess, and a good deal more like porridge than\\npie, but not at all bad notwithstanding. Mrs.\\nFiske had picked some wild cranberries, and\\nstewed them with maple sugar. A fine pile of\\nmealy potatoes was chosen and washed. Noth\u00c2\u00ac\\ning remained but to kill Massachusetts, and\\nprepare him for the spit.\\nI \u00e2\u0080\u0099ll attend to it when I come home to\u00c2\u00ac\\nnight,\u00e2\u0080\u0099 said Mr. Fiske.\\nSo, when his work was done, he sharpened\\na hatchet, and brought it with him ready for\\nthe bloody deed. But, lo and behold, there\\non the floor were the four children, sitting\\nround their beloved Chusey. They were all", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0209.jp2"}, "208": {"fulltext": "196\\nCHUSEY.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\ncrying; and, at the sight of his Father, Pop\\ngave a shriek.\\nNaughty, naughty!\u00e2\u0080\u0099 he said, and pushed\\nwith his little hands. Go \u00e2\u0080\u0099way, Daddy, go\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0099way!\\nWhat\u00e2\u0080\u0099s the matter? asked Mr. Fiske, very\\nmuch astonished.\\nWe don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t want our Chusey killed we\\ndon\u00e2\u0080\u0099t want him for dinner! sobbed the children.\\nWe love him so much! We don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t like turkeys\\nwhen they \u00e2\u0080\u0099re d-e-a-d And again the baby\\nbroke in with, Go \u00e2\u0080\u0099way, naughty! go \u00e2\u0080\u0099way.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nWell, if ever I see the beat of that! cried\\nthe Father. It did seem as if that turkey was\\nsent a-purpose, and here you are cutting up like\\nthis!\\nBut the children would not listen to any\\nobjections. Chusey was their turkey, they said;\\nthey loved him, and he should not be eaten.\\nHe\u00e2\u0080\u0099s just as much right to Thanksgiving as\\nwe have,\u00e2\u0080\u0099 asserted Zeke. He\u00e2\u0080\u0099s a citizen,\u00e2\u0080\u009d and\\nwe mean to give him some of the pie.\u00e2\u0080\u0099", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0210.jp2"}, "209": {"fulltext": "CHUSEY.\u00e2\u0080\u0099\\n197\\nSo the programme was suddenly changed.\\nInstead of making a figure on the table, Massa\u00c2\u00ac\\nchusetts came to the table, and was one of the\\ncompany. Tied to Pop\u00e2\u0080\u0099s chair, he was regaled\\nwith all sorts of choice morsels. The family\\ndined on salt pork and venison, with cranberry\\nsauce and pumpkin porridge; but, though the\\nfare was rather queer, few happier dinners were\\neaten that day anywhere. Even Mrs. Fiske\\ncame out of her clouds, and was jolly. As for\\nChusey,\u00e2\u0080\u0099 he gobbled and clucked and chuckled,\\nenjoyed the jokes as much as any one, and\\nseemed to enter fully into the spirit of the\\noccasion.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nHow nice that was said warm-hearted\\nThekla, as November ended. I love the chil\u00c2\u00ac\\ndren for not eating Chusey.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nSo do I,\u00e2\u0080\u009d replied November, heartily; and\\nthis year I mean they shall have something very\\nnice. It\u00e2\u0080\u0099s getting to be a little less frontier-like\\nout there, and I think I see my way.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nOh, tell us what cried Max.", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0211.jp2"}, "210": {"fulltext": "198\\nCHUSEY.\\nBut Novemoer shook his head. w Never spoil\\nyour eggs by chipping the shells too soon,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said\\nhe. I know how to keep a secret. And now\\nlet\u00e2\u0080\u0099s have that can of yours, and I \u00e2\u0080\u0099ll take my\\nmoments; for I\u00e2\u0080\u0099m late, and must be off.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nHe tied the moments in the red bandanna\\nhandkerchief, shook hands in a friendly way,\\nand without another word was gone.\\nOh, isn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t he nice! said Thekla.\\nChusey came to the table, and, tied to Pop\u00e2\u0080\u0099s chair, was regaled with all sorts of\\nchoice morsels.\u00e2\u0080\u009d", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0212.jp2"}, "211": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER XII.\\nHOW THE CAT KEPT CHRISTMAS.\\nAnd now the last evening of November was\\ncome; and Winter, stealing a march on the de\u00c2\u00ac\\nparting Autumn, let loose, as if in a hurry to\\nbegin, his first storm upon the world. Strong\\nwinds raged in the Forest, driving the leaves in\\nclouds before them, and snapping and rending\\nthe patient, tortured trees. Ink-black clouds\\nscared away the Moon, when she tried to shine;\\nsharp sleet struck the windows of the Woodman\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nhut, like a myriad of tiny fists; and the blast\\nwailed and moaned about the chimney, like the\\nvoice of one in pain.\\nMax and Thelda heard the uproar, and trem\u00c2\u00ac\\nbled, as they sat by the fire. Often before had", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0213.jp2"}, "212": {"fulltext": "200 HOW THE CAT KEPT CHRISTMAS.-\\nthey listened to storms with a certain pleasur\u00c2\u00ac\\nable sense that home was rendered snugger by\\nSo the Cat told her story. And for a wish,\u00e2\u0080\u0099 she said, if your Saintship\\nwould only permit me to slip in under your furs, and go along,\u00e2\u0080\u0099 Why, jump in\\nat once,\u00e2\u0080\u0099 said St. Nicholas.", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0214.jp2"}, "213": {"fulltext": "HOW THE CAT KEPT CHRISTMAS.\\n201\\nthe contrast. But now they shivered and clung\\ntogether, and tears were in Thekla\u00e2\u0080\u0099s eyes as she\\nnestled her head upon her brother\u00e2\u0080\u0099s shoulder.\\nThe kitchen did not wear its usual cheery look.\\nAnd no wonder There was sorrow in the\\ncottage for dear old Grandfather, who had\\nloved them both so fondly, and been so loved\\nin return, was gone away for ever!\\nOnly a week before he had died, quietly, pain\u00c2\u00ac\\nlessly, with a smile on his lips, and blessing them\\nat the last. The far-away neighbors had assem\u00c2\u00ac\\nbled; and with pitying looks and kind words had\\ntaken the aged form, and laid it to rest beside\\nother graves where slept the friends of his youth.\\nBut still, in spite of the lonely house and the\\nvacant chair, Thekla could not feel that Grand\u00c2\u00ac\\nfather was far away; and every hour she silently\\ndid this thing or that because it would once have\\npleased him to have them done, and the thought\\nthat he still knew and was pleased comforted\\nher. And perhaps Thekla was right in her\\ninnocent faith, for the friends we can no longer\\nsee may be nearer to us than we think.", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0215.jp2"}, "214": {"fulltext": "202\\nHOW THE CAT KEPT CHRISTMAS.\\nWhen an old tree is blown down, all the deli\u00c2\u00ac\\ncate grasses and sweet herbs which cluster at its\\nfoot are uprooted by the shock. So it was with\\nthese two little human flowers. The fall of their\\nsheltering friend tore them from their accus\u00c2\u00ac\\ntomed place. Already the neighbors had talked\\noyer and settled what the children must do. Max\\nwas to be bound apprentice to a clockmaker in\\nthe distant town, and Thekla to live with a farm\u00c2\u00ac\\ner\u00e2\u0080\u0099s dame who had offered to take and train\\nher as a servant. The thought of parting was\\ndreadful to them; and they had begged so hard\\nand so tearfully to be allowed to stay together in\\nthe hut for a few weeks longer, \u00e2\u0080\u0094just till a new\\nRanger should take possession, that at last,\\nwon by their distress, consent was given. There\\nwas wood and meal and vegetables enough in\\nthe cellar to keep them without expense to any\u00c2\u00ac\\nbody. If the poor things liked to eat the stores\\nthemselves, instead of selling them, why it was\\na good plan, people said. So there the two sat\\non this stormy evening, alone in the lonely Forest,", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0216.jp2"}, "215": {"fulltext": "HOW THE CAT KEPT CHRISTMAS.\\n203\\nand expecting the arrival of December, last of\\nthat wonderful company who had made the year\\nso strangely interesting.\\nThey had not long to wait. There came a\\nlull in the wind, and far off in the distance a\\nvoice was heard raised in a commanding tone,\\nand gradually drawing nearer.\\nThere there were the first words they\\ncaught: that will do. Leave the oaks alone,\\nyou rascals! Time enough for such pranks when\\nI \u00e2\u0080\u0099m gone. As for that hemlock, winds will\\nbe winds, I know, and what\u00e2\u0080\u0099s done can never be\\nundone; but don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t let me catch you at another.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nHere the voice ceased; then there was a rattling\\nat the latch, and next moment the door opened,\\nand in came a tall figure leaning on a staff, but\\nmoving so lightly and easily that it suggested\\nany thing rather than age or infirmity.\\nThis was December, a fine, stately man, dressed\\nin white and green, with a fur cloak flung about\\nhis shoulders and a hat decked with holly sprigs.\\nAge and youth seemed funnily contrasted in his", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0217.jp2"}, "216": {"fulltext": "204\\nHOW THE CAT KEPT CHRISTMAS..\\nface; for, while hair and beard were white as\\nhoar-frost, the cheeks were like ripe winter-\\napples, and the blue eyes sparkled with fun and\\nfire. He entered with a sort of jolly rush; but,\\nwhen he saw Thekla\u00e2\u0080\u0099s black frock and the traces\\nof tears upon her cheeks, his mood changed at\\nonce. Closing the door gently, he sat down\\nbefore the fire, and, holding out his hand with\\nan expression of indescribable kindness, said in\\na tone full of sympathy, My poor children!\\nThat was all: but in another moment Thekla\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\narm was round his neck on one side, and Max\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\non the other; he had drawn them on to his\\nknees, and they were sobbing out their griefs\\nas if they had known him always. They told\\nhow sorry they were to part, how lonely the\\ncottage seemed, how forlorn it was to be poor\\nand at the mercy of others; and December lis\u00c2\u00ac\\ntened, his eyes glistening with pity and his kind\\narms hugging them close. It was like having\\ngrandfather back again, the children thought.\\nThe new friend was wise. He did not inter-", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0218.jp2"}, "217": {"fulltext": "HOW THE CAT KEPT CHRISTMAS.\\n205\\nrupt or try to comfort till they had got quite\\nthrough. It was wonderful what relief came\\njust from telling all to somebody who cared to\\nlisten. By the time the story was over the boy\\nand girl felt happier than for days; and not till\\nthen did December speak.\\nCourage he said. It \u00e2\u0080\u0099s always darkest\\njust before day. Why, the Lord takes care of\\nbirds and cats and squirrels, of a whole world\\nfull of tiny winged creatures, and all the fishes\\nof the sea. Do you suppose he will forget just\\nyou two, out of all the little ones whom he\\nprotects? Never! Why, I could tell you,\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nbut I must not, it is not permitted, only,\\neven a Month may venture on a hint, and so I \u00e2\u0080\u0099ll\\njust say, wait, and see what\u00e2\u0080\u0099s ahead And\\nDecember ended this mysterious sentence with\\npursing up his lips very tight, winking hard\\nwith both eyes, and nodding his head in a\\nsingular and provoking manner.\\nOh, what?\u00e2\u0080\u009d cried the children.\\nI shan\u00e2\u0080\u0099t say another word,\u00e2\u0080\u009d replied Decern-", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0219.jp2"}, "218": {"fulltext": "206\\nHOW THE CAT KEPT CHRISTMAS.\\nber. No! you needn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t look at me with such\\nbig, imploring eyes: it\u00e2\u0080\u0099s no use. But just you\\nkeep up brave hearts, and trust in God, and\\nyou \u00e2\u0080\u0099ll see! As for the Grandfather,\u00e2\u0080\u009d here his\\nvoice grew deep and solemn, like the sound of\\nbells, I know you miss him sorely; but don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t\\ncry for him any more. He has gone where he\\nis young again; and, when your turn comes to\\ngo too, you will wonder that ever you shed a\\ntear because he was made so very happy.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nDecember s face became beautiful as he spoke\\nthese last words, and Thekla stole the other arm\\ntenderly about his neck. A glittering chain\\nhung there, with pendants shaped like icicles.\\nTouching it, she started, it was so very cold.\\nIs it made of ice?\u00e2\u0080\u009d she asked.\\nWell, you can call it so, if you like,\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nresponded December, smiling but I say\\ncrystallized gases.\u00e2\u0080\u0099 It sounds better, I think.\\nI hope it won\u00e2\u0080\u0099t put you out,\u00e2\u0080\u009d he went on,\\nif I should ask leave to read my story, instead\\nof telling it. I am so very, very old, you see,\u00e2\u0080\u009d", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0220.jp2"}, "219": {"fulltext": "HOW THE CAT KEPT CHRISTMAS.\\n207\\nhere his eyes twinkled with fun, that my\\nmemory is almost gone; and, unless I write\\nthings down, I am always forgetting them.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nWhereupon he pulled a roll of paper from his\\npocket, and perching a pair of spectacles with\\ntortoise-shell rims on his nose, very high up,\\nlooked from under them at the children in a\\ncomical manner. Thekla and Max could not\\nhelp laughing. In spite of his white hair, it\\nseemed somehow a great joke that December\\nshould call himself so very, very old.\\nIt\u00e2\u0080\u0099s a cheerful kind of a story,\u00e2\u0080\u009d continued\\nhe. I picked it out on purpose, for I guessed\\nI should find you moping; and I thought some\u00c2\u00ac\\nthing lively would be good for you.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThus speaking, December pushed the glasses\\nup higher on his forehead, so as to be able to see\\nwell from beneath them, and began to read,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cHow the-Cat kept Christmas.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nWhat a queer name for a story! said Thekla.\\nYes; and it was a queer Cat too,\u00e2\u0080\u009d replied", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0221.jp2"}, "220": {"fulltext": "208\\nHOW THE CAT KEPT CHRISTMAS.\\nDecember. I knew her. Tortoise-shell, with\\nlong whiskers, and rather a ragged tail.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThen he went on.\\nThe ringers were practising the Christmas\\nchimes in low, muffled tones. High up, the\\nsteeple rocked in the wind, the clouds drifted\\nrapidly over the moon, and clear and sharp the\\nfrost-film glittered on the roofs. The watchman\\non his round clapped and stamped to warm\\nhands and feet, as he called the hour, Eight\\no\u00e2\u0080\u0099clock, and all\u00e2\u0080\u0099s well!\u00e2\u0080\u0099 But, to the poor Cat\\ncrouched beneath the kitchen-window, all was\\nnot well.\\nOh dear!\u00e2\u0080\u0099 she sighed to herself, what a\\nthing it is to have a Step-mother! Once we were\\nhappy! The good Papa loved me, and I slept\\nin Gretchen\u00e2\u0080\u0099s arms. The fire was bright in those\\ndays. Porringers of hot milk stood by it, and\\nalways a saucer full for me. Ah, dear days!\\nThe moment I saw that nose of hers, I knew\\nthey were over! Such a nose! so red, so long.\\nWhy did the Papa marry her Men are so fool-", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0222.jp2"}, "221": {"fulltext": "HOW THE CAT KEPT CHRISTMAS.\\n209\\nish. I hissed, I spit, I warned, nobody lis\u00c2\u00ac\\ntened, and here 1 am. The good Papa dares not\\nprotect me. Gretchen weeps: the Step-dame\\nbars the door. Hew! what a wind,! What a\\nChristmas Eve! Poor Gretchen! Poor me!\\nOvercome by her sorrows, the Cat gave a loud\\nwail, which rang out into the chilly night. Then\\nthe door opened softly.\\nPuss! puss! said a small voice, where are\\nyou?\\nPussy ran forward into view, and jumped\\nand leaped at her mistress.\\nOh, my Katchen,\u00e2\u0080\u0099 went on the little one,\\nhow cold it is You will freeze you will die.\\nOh, if I dared but let you in!\\nI \u00e2\u0080\u0099ll scratch her eyes out! muttered the Cat.\\nShall I throw my little red shawl to you\\nfrom the window?\u00e2\u0080\u0099 continued Gretchen. My\\npoor one! my Kitty!\u00e2\u0080\u0099\\nGretchen! screamed a voice, if you let\\nthat good-for-nothing Cat into the house, you\\ntaste the stick! Dost hear?\u00e2\u0080\u0099", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0223.jp2"}, "222": {"fulltext": "210\\nHOW THE CAT KEPT CHRISTMAS.\\nGretchen turned pale. O Kitty!\u00e2\u0080\u0099 was all\\nshe said. She gave a sob of despair. Then the\\ndoor was shut.\\nThis is a nice business/ thought the Cat.\\nOh, the witch! I hope the mice will come down\\nto-night, and steal the very teeth out of her\\nhead. But I \u00e2\u0080\u0099ll have vengeance yet. There\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nthat big gray rat in the cellar: I \u00e2\u0080\u0099ll strike a bar\u00c2\u00ac\\ngain with him, life and liberty, provided he\\nplagues her to death, eats the linen, claws the\\njam, gnaws bung-holes in the cask, and lets\\nthe beer out! We\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll see! Meantime, I shall\\nfreeze unless something is done. Let me ex\u00c2\u00ac\\nplore.\u00e2\u0080\u0099\\nHigh and low did the Cat search, over the\\nfence, under the vine, but no shelter could be\\nfound. The vine was leafless, the fence gave no\\nhiding-place. At last she bethought herself of\\nthe roof, which it was easy to mount by means\\nof a long and sloping rain-trough. Perhaps\\nthere might be a warm chimney there, no bad\\npillow on a wintry night.", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0224.jp2"}, "223": {"fulltext": "HOW THE CAT KEPT CHRISTMAS.\\n211\\nThere proved to be a warmish o*ne; and,\\ncurling into a ball, Pass laid herself to rest\\nagainst it. Perhaps it was not warm enough,\\nperhaps the remembrance of wrong was too bit\u00c2\u00ac\\nter within her; certain it is she could not sleep.\\nShe wriggled, she twisted; she sent forth melan\u00c2\u00ac\\ncholy cries, which rang strangely across the icy\\nroofs as if some ghost afflicted with toothache\\nhad gone there for an airing. Nine\u00e2\u0080\u0094ten\\neleven had sounded before she fell into her\\nfirst doze,\u00e2\u0080\u0094the clock was on the stroke of twelve,\\nwhen a scraping and scratching sound close by\\nroused her. Was it some other cat? or the big\\nrat from the cellar, scaling the wall? Raising\\nherself cautiously, after the manner of cats, she\\nlistened.\\nNo: it was neither rat nor cat* Light hoofs\\nas of goats were climbing the tiles, bells tinkled,\\na small sledge came in view. Swift as light it\\nflew along, paused at the next chimney, and a\\nlittle old man jumped out. His face shone in the\\nmoonlight like a jolly red apple, his fat body", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0225.jp2"}, "224": {"fulltext": "212\\nHOW THE CAT KEPT CHPJSTMAS.\\nwas wrapped in fur, on his back was a bag.\\nPuss had never seen him before; but she knew\\nhim well. It was St. Nicholas, the patron saint\\nof Christmas.\\nDown the chimney he went, with a motion\\nlike a bird\u00e2\u0080\u0099s; up again as fast. Then advan\u00c2\u00ac\\ncing, he searched in his bag. His kind face\\nlooked puzzled. The Cat saw his hesitation,\\nand sprang forward.\\nWell, Puss,\u00e2\u0080\u0099 said the Saint, what cheer\\nBad,\u00e2\u0080\u0099 said the Cat, no ways abashed at find\u00c2\u00ac\\ning herself in such company. But never mind\\nme, if only you \u00e2\u0080\u0099ve something nice for Gretehen.\\nSuch a dear child, St. Nicholas, and such a step\u00c2\u00ac\\nmother Do put your hand in the pouch, and\\nfetch out something pretty for her, oh do!\\nthere\u00e2\u0080\u0099s a kind Saint And she rubbed her soft\\nfur coaxingly against his legs.\\nAh! a dear child and a step-mother, eh?\u00e2\u0080\u0099\\nsaid St. Nicholas. Let me look again. Cer\u00c2\u00ac\\ntainly! here\u00e2\u0080\u0099s something for Gretehen. Wo-\\nho, reindeer! quiet a moment! And down the", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0226.jp2"}, "225": {"fulltext": "HOW THE CAT KEPT CHRISTMAS.\\n213\\nchimney he whipped, a present in his hand,\\nwhat, the Cat couldn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t see.\\nComing back, Now about yourself?\u00e2\u0080\u0099 he\\nasked, gathering up the reins. What keeps you\\non the cold roof all night? Something must be\\ndone, you know: matters can\u00e2\u0080\u0099t be left this way.\\nWish a wish, if you have one. I\u00e2\u0080\u0099m in a humor\\nfor pleasing everybody while I\u00e2\u0080\u0099m about it.\u00e2\u0080\u0099\\nSo the Cat told her story. And for a wish,\u00e2\u0080\u0099\\nshe said, if your Saintship would only permit\\nme to slip in under your furs, and go along, I\\nshould be proud and happy. They look very\\nwarm and comfortable. I should sleep; or, if\\nnot, it would be most interesting to watch your\\nWorship at work. And I take very little room,\u00e2\u0080\u0099\\nshe added piteously.\\nIs that all? Why, jump in at once,\u00e2\u0080\u0099 said\\nkind St. Nicholas: there is room for forty cats\\nlike you. My sledge is never full. Ho! ho! it\\nwould be a pretty joke if it were!\u00e2\u0080\u0099 And he\\nlaughed a jolly laugh.\\nSo Pussy jumped in. You must let me out", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0227.jp2"}, "226": {"fulltext": "ZL4 1I0W THE CAT KEPT CHRISTMAS.\\nin the morning early/ said she, because Gret-\\nchen will be anxious.\u00e2\u0080\u0099\\nw Oh, yes replied the Saint, smiling queerly^\\nI \u00e2\u0080\u0099ll let you out in the morning. I\u00e2\u0080\u0099m like a bat,\\nyon know, and never fly except by night.\u00e2\u0080\u0099\\nOff they went, the magic stillness of the\\nflight broken only by the tinkling bells. First\\none chimney, then another; bag after bag full of\\ntoys and sweets; here a doll, there a diamond\\nring, here only a pair of warm stockings.\\nEverybody had something, except in a few\\nhouses over whose roofs St. Nicholas paused a\\nmoment with a look half sad, half angry, and\\nleft nothing. People lived there who knew him\\nlittle, and loved him less.\\nw Through the air, more towns, more\\nvillages. Now the sea was below them, the\\ncold, moon-lit sea. Then again land came in\\nsight, towers and steeples, halls and hamlets;\\nand the work began again. A wild longing to\\nexplore seized the Cat. She begged the Saint\\nto take her down one specially wide chimney", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0228.jp2"}, "227": {"fulltext": "HOW THE CAT KEPT CHRISTMAS.\\n215\\non his shoulder. He did so. The nursery with\u00c2\u00ac\\nin looked strange and foreign; but the little\\nsleeping face in bed was like Gretchen\u00e2\u0080\u0099s, and\\nPussy felt at home. A whole bag full of pres\u00c2\u00ac\\nents was left here. And then, hey! presto! they\\nwere off again to countless homes, to roofs\\nso poor and low that only a Saint would have\\nthought of visiting them, to stately palaces, to\\ncellars and toll-gates and lonely attics; at last to\\na church, dim, and fragrant with ivy-leaves and\\ntwisted evergreen, where their errand was to\\nfeed a robin who had there found shelter, and\\nwas sleeping on the topmost bough. How his\\nbeads of eyes sparkled as the Saint awoke him!\\nand how eagerly he pecked the store of good\\nred berries which were his Christmas present,\\nthough he had hung up no stocking, and evi\u00c2\u00ac\\ndently expected nothing. To small, to great,\\nto rich and poor alike, the good Saint had an\\nerrand. Little ones smiled in their sleep as he\\nmoved by, birds in hidden coverts twittered and\\nchirped, bells faintly tinkled and chimed as in", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0229.jp2"}, "228": {"fulltext": "216\\nHOW THE CAT KEPT CHRISTMAS.\\ndream, the air sent up incense of aromatic\\nsmells, flying fairies made room for the sledge to\\npass; the world, unconscious what it did, breathed\\nbenediction, and in turn received a blessing as\\nit slept, a Christmas blessing.\\nOff again. More sea, tumbling and tossed;\\nthen a great steamship, down whose funnel St.\\nNicholas dropped a parcel or two. Then\\nanother country, with atmosphere heavy with\\nsavory scents, of doughnuts, of pumpkin pies,\\nof apple turnovers, all of which had been cooked\\nthe day before. These dainties stay on earth, and\\nare eaten; but their smell goes up into the clouds,\\nand the ghosts dine upon it. The Cat licked her\\nlips. Flying gives appetite. When morning\\ncomes 5 she thought, Gretchen will smuggle me\\na breakfast 5 But morning was long in coming,\\nand there were many little ones to serve in that\\nwonderful new land.\\nAnd now, another continent passed, another\\nocean came in view. Island after island rose\\nand sank; but the sledge did not stop. Then a", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0230.jp2"}, "229": {"fulltext": "HOW THE CAT KEPT CHRISTMAS.\\n217\\nshore was seen, with groves of trees, fan-shaped\\nand curious; with rivers whose waters bore fleets\\nof strange misshapen boats, in whose masts\\nhung many-colored lanterns; and cities of odd\\nbuild, whose spires and pinnacles were noisy with\\nbells. But neither here did the sledge stop.\\nOnce only it dipped, and deposited a package in\\na modest dwelling. A Missionary lives there,\u00e2\u0080\u0099\\nsaid the Saint. .This is China. Don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t you\\nsmell the tea\\nOn and on for hundred of leagues. No\\nstay, no errand. St. Nicholas looked sad, for\\nall his round face. So many little children,\u00e2\u0080\u0099\\nhe muttered, and none of them mine! And\\nthen he cheered again, as, reining his deer upon\\na hut amid the frozen snows of Siberia, he left\\na rude toy for an exile\u00e2\u0080\u0099s child. Dear little\\nthing he said, she will smile in the morning\\nwhen she wakes.\u00e2\u0080\u0099\\nAnd now the air grew warm and soft. Great\\ncities were below them, and groves of flowering\\ntrees. Some balmy fragrance wrapped the land", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0231.jp2"}, "230": {"fulltext": "218\\nHOW THE CAT KEPT CHRISTMAS.\\nA vast building, swept into sight, whose sides\\nand roof and spires were traced in glittering\\nlines of fire. It was a church hung with lamps.\\nOdors sweet and heavy met their noses. St.\\nNicholas sneezed, and shook his head impatiently.\\nConfound that incense he said. It\u00e2\u0080\u0099s the\\nloveliest country in the world, only a fellow can\u00e2\u0080\u0099t\\nbreathe in it And then he forgot his dis\u00c2\u00ac\\ncomfort in his work.\\nAnother country, and more smells, of burn\u00c2\u00ac\\ning twigs, pungent and spicy; of candles just\\nblown out. These set the Cat to coughing; but\\nSt. Nicholas minded them not at all. I like\\nthem,\u00e2\u0080\u0099 he declared: I like everything about a\\nChristmas-tree, singed evergreen, smoking\\ntallow, and all. The sniff of it is like a bouquet\\nof flowers to me. And the children, bless\\nthem how they do enjoy it They don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t\\nobject to the smell He ended with a\\nchuckle.\\nAnd now the dawn began. The moon grew\\npale and wan; the stars hid themselves; dark", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0232.jp2"}, "231": {"fulltext": "HOW THE CAT KEPT CHRISTMAS.\\n219\\nthings took form and shape, and were less dark;\\nyellow gleams crept up the sky the world\\nlooked more alive. And, among the roofs over\\nwhich they were now driving, the Cat spied one\\nwhich seemed familiar. It was There stood\\nthe well-known chimney, with the thin, starved\\ncurl of smoke, telling of some one awake within.\\nThere was the little window which was Gret-\\nchen\u00e2\u0080\u0099s own. With a mew of delight, she leaped\\nto the roof. The Saint laughed. Good-by he\\nshouted, shook his reins, and was off. Whither\\nthe Cat knew not, nor could guess; for where\\nSt. ISTicholas hides himself during the year is\\none of the secrets which no man knows.\\nw Down the long spout ran Puss, with an airy\\nbound. There was the door; and close to it she\\nstationed herself, impatient of the opening. She\\nhad not long to wait. In a moment the latch\\nwas raised, and a face peeped timidly out,\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nGretchen\u00e2\u0080\u0099s face, pale and swollen with crying.\\nWhen she saw the Cat, she gave a loud scream,\\nand caught her in her arms.", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0233.jp2"}, "232": {"fulltext": "220\\nHOW THE CAT KEPT CHRISTMAS.-\\nO Katchen she cried, hugging her close.\\nWhere have you been all this time? I thought\\nyou were dead I did, I did, my Katchen!\\nPussy stared, as well she might.\\nAll day yesterday,\u00e2\u0080\u0099 went on the little one,\\nand all night long. I cried and cried, how I\\ncried, my Kitty It wasn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t a bit a nice Christmas,\\nthough the Christ-child brought me such a doll\\nI could think of nothing but my Katchen, lost\\nall day long.\u00e2\u0080\u0099\\nPuss stood bewildered. Were her night\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nadventures a dream? Had she ever studied\\ngeography, she might have guessed that chasing\\nmorning round the world is a sure way to lose\\nyour reckoning. As it was, she could only\\nventure on a plaintive, inquiring Mew?\u00e2\u0080\u0099 Hun\u00c2\u00ac\\nger was more engrossing than curiosity. She\\ndevoured breakfast, dinner, supper, all at once.\\nThe Stepmother had more reason than ever when\\nshe grumbled at being eaten out of house and\\nhome by a beast.\u00e2\u0080\u0099 But Gretchen\u00e2\u0080\u0099s tears the day", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0234.jp2"}, "233": {"fulltext": "HOW THE CAT KEPT CHRISTMAS.\\n221\\nbefore had so moved her Father, that he took\\ncourage to declare that Puss must be restored\\nto her former privileges. Warm corner, dainty\\nmess, and the protecting arms of her little mis\u00c2\u00ac\\ntress became hers again, and are hers to this\\nday.\\nAnd that was St. Nicholas\u00e2\u0080\u0099s Christmas\\npresent to the Cat.\\nWell,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said December, rolling up the paper,\\nhow do you like my story?\\nSo much oh, so much the children cried.\\nIt was almost the nicest of all.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nAs for my present,\u00e2\u0080\u009d he went on, I am not\\ngoing to give you that just now. It shall come\\non the Christmas-tree. And mind you look\\nbright, and greet the Christ-child with a smile,\\nor he will be grieved, and go away sorrow\u00c2\u00ac\\nful.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nI don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t believe we shall have any tree this\\nyear,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Thekla, sadly. There isn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t any\\nthing to put on it. And beside but her", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0235.jp2"}, "234": {"fulltext": "222\\nHOW THE CAT KEPT CHRISTMAS.\\nvoice faltered. Grandfather had always helped\\nto dress the tree.\\nOh, but,\u00e2\u0080\u009d cried December, this will never\\ndo. Why, you must have a tree! Never mind\\nif there isn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t any thing to put on it. The Christ-\\nchild and I will see to that. Now I \u00e2\u0080\u0099ll tell you,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u00a2\u00e2\u0080\u0094you just cut a nice fir-bough, and set it here\\nagainst the door, and I \u00e2\u0080\u0099ll pledge my word, as an\\nhonest Month, that something shall come from\\noutside and fall upon it. Do you give me your\\npromise that you will?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThey promised, half doubtful, half believing.\\nAnd then December asked for the can, and, turn\u00c2\u00ac\\ning it upside down, poured out the last particles\\nof sand.\\nDear! dear!\u00e2\u0080\u009d he said reflectively, what a\\nblessing that these are not lost! flow the babies\\nwould have cried at being forced to go to bed\\nhalf an hour sooner on Christmas night! And\\nthe Anthem would have been cut short on the\\nblessed morning too, and the bells been cheated\\ni T", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0236.jp2"}, "235": {"fulltext": "HOW THE CAT KEPT CHRISTMAS.\\n223\\nof their chime. It s a great mercy I have got\\nthem safely back.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nw Good-by! good-by! cried the children, fol\u00c2\u00ac\\nlowing him to the door.\\nHe stooped, and kissed both the round faces.\\nw Good-by! he said. Remember Christmas\\nEve.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nO Katchen she said, where have you been", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0237.jp2"}, "236": {"fulltext": "CONCLUSION.\\nWHAT WAS ON THE TREE.\\nIT was with heavy hearts that Max and Thekla\\nprepared on Christmas Eve to fulfil their\\npromise to the kind Month. Only six days lay\\nbetween them and the dreaded separation; for\\non the New Year the Ranger was to come,\\nand it was hard to be hopeful and patient while\\nsuch sorrow drew near. There was no laughter,\\nno frolic, as they dragged in the great fir-bough,\\nand set it up against the door where December\\nhad directed. When it was placed, they pulled\\ntheir stools to the fire and remained for a while\\nquite silent. Both were thinking of the kind\\nold hands which last year had hung nuts and\\napples on the tree, and helped to light the\\nChristmas candles. There were no tapers now,\\nno filberts, or green and rosy fruits, only", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0238.jp2"}, "237": {"fulltext": "WHAT WAS ON THE TREE.\\n225\\nthe fir-bough with its damp, fresh smell, and\\nthemselves sitting sadly beside the hearth.\\nIt is getting late,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Thekla, at last,\\nLate into the night did they all sit over the fire, while Fritz told the story of his\\nseven long years of absence.\u00e2\u0080\u009d", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0239.jp2"}, "238": {"fulltext": "226\\nWHAT WAS ON THE TREE.\\nthrowing on a fresh fagot. I suppose the\\nChrist-child has a great, great deal to do.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nOr perhaps he has forgotten all about ns,\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nadded Max, despondingly.\\nBut at that moment, as if to contradict his\\nwords, a footstep sounded at the door. The\\nlatch was raised and loudly rattled. Hallo\\ncried a voice. Where are you all Grand\u00c2\u00ac\\nfather, children, show a light, somebody!\\nAnd then the door opened, and plump into the\\nmiddle of the tree came a young man, head fore\u00c2\u00ac\\nmost, as if he had dropped from the clouds.\\nFor a moment he sat there, the green boughs\\nframing in his ruddy face and bright yellow\\nhair. Then he picked himself up, and ex\u00c2\u00ac\\nclaimed, Well, there \u00e2\u0080\u0099s a welcome home I\\ndidn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t expect to be made into a Christmas Angel\\nso soon. Max (wonderingly). Is it Max\\nThekla can it be little Thekla Why don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t\\nyou speak Don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t you know me Have you\\nforgotten Fritz\\nFritz!\u00e2\u0080\u009d cried the little ones. Not our\\nFritz who went aw 7 ay so long ago?\u00e2\u0080\u009d", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0240.jp2"}, "239": {"fulltext": "WHAT WAS ON THE TREE.\\n227\\nThe very same bad shilling come again,\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nlaughed the big brother, catching Thekla in his\\narms and almost squeezing her to death with a\\nhug. But why do you look so astonished\\nDidn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t Grandfather get my letter? And where\\nis the Grandfather? beginning to collect him\u00c2\u00ac\\nself. But then he caught the look on Max\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nface, and saying Ah! he suddenly turned\\nvery pale, and releasing Thekla sat down in the\\nnearest chair.\\nWhen? he asked at length, raising his face\\nfrom the hands with which he had hidden it.\\nA month ago,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Max; but Thekla, put\u00c2\u00ac\\nting her arm round on the new brother\u00e2\u0080\u0099s arm,\\nadded softly, in the very words of December,\\nDon\u00e2\u0080\u0099t be so sorry, dear Fritz. He has gone\\nwhere he is young again.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nLate into the night did they all sit oyer the\\nfire, while Fritz told the story of his seven long\\nyears of absence. It seemed to the children\\nvery exciting; for Fritz had twice been ship\u00c2\u00ac\\nwrecked, had seen a buffalo, and only just\\nescaped being killed by an Indian He had", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0241.jp2"}, "240": {"fulltext": "228\\nWHAT WAS ON THE TREE.\\nbeen very poor too, and suffered such hardships\\nthat he could not bear to write home the tidings\\nof his ill-luck. But now things were better.\\nOut on the Western frontier of the United\\nStates (here Max and Thekla smiled at each\\nother and thought of Chusey he had found\\nemployment and kind friends, and managed\\nto save from his wages enough to buy a little\\nfarm. He told of the oaks, the noble rivers, the\\nplentiful food and rich soil, the splendid colors\\nof the autumn forest.\\nw And it is your home as well as mine,\u00e2\u0080\u009d con\u00c2\u00ac\\ntinued Fritz. w I came back on purpose to fetch\\nyou. Oh! if Grandfather had but lived to see\\nthe day! Max shall work on the farm with me;\\nand before he knows it he will have earned one\\nof his own. And you, my fairy, shall keep house\\nfor us both in true German fashion; and we will\\nall be so happy! What do you say, Liebchen?\\nShall it be so? Will you and Max come with\\nme?\\nAh wouldn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t they? Here was a Christmas\\ngift indeed, a home, a brother! Did ever mor-", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0242.jp2"}, "241": {"fulltext": "WHAT WAS ON THE TREE.\\n229\\ntal tree bear so fine a present before They\\nembraced Fritz oyer and over again, Thekla\\npromising between her kisses to be such a house\u00c2\u00ac\\nwife,\u00e2\u0080\u0094 so orderly, so busy! Saner-kraut he\\nshould never be without, nor cabbage soup, nor any\\nthing else that was nice. And just then some\u00c2\u00ac\\nthing droll happened which Fritz did not see,\\nbut the children did. The door opened gently\\na little way, and through the crack appeared the\\nhead of December, nodding and winking above\\nthe fallen fir-bougli, and beaming with smiles.\\nHe pointed to Fritz\u00e2\u0080\u0099s back and then to the tree,\\nwith an I told ydu so air, noiselessly clapped\\nhis hands, and withdrew, just as Fritz shivered,\\nand said, Bless me, the wind has blown the\\ndoor I open\\nOne week later a large ship weighed anchor\\nin a port, and upon her deck stood our two\\nchildren and their new brother. There was no\\none to see them go. All their few farewells hac|\\nbeen spoken in the distant village and beside\\nGrandfather\u00e2\u0080\u0099s grave. But as the heavy cables\\nswung and heaved, and the vessel, released from", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0243.jp2"}, "242": {"fulltext": "230\\nWHAT WAS ON THE TREE.\\nbondage, moved slowly from the harbor, upon\\nthe slope of a snow-covered hill beneath which\\nshe passed, amid the nodding pines which\\ncrowned the top, a group of figures suddenly\\nappeared. They were the twelve Months come\\nto wave farewell to the children. There was\\nJanuary, disdainful as ever; sweet, rosy June;\\nFebruary, his honest nose reddened by the keen\\nwind; May and April, clasping each other\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nwaists like a pair of school-girls. When they\\nsaw Max and Thekla on the deck, a little chorus\\nof laughter, exclamation, and Good-bys could\\nbe heard. Thekla caught the* sound of March\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nwild Ha ha the rich voice of September;\\nApril\u00e2\u0080\u0099s gleeful laugh, as she flung a handful of\\nviolets at the ship, and her sob when they fell,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u00a2as of course they did, into the water, and were\\nborne out to sea. A moment, no more. The\\nchildren had time for only one glad smile of\\nrecognition, before the vision vanished and was\\ngone. And no one else on the deck observed\\nany thing but the sun dancing on the snow, the\\ndark evergreens, and a, few tossing leaves of", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0244.jp2"}, "243": {"fulltext": "WHAT WAS ON THE TREE.\\n231\\nbright color which still clung to the bare boughs\\nof an oak-tree.\\nDear, clear Months, how good they have\\nbeen to us whispered Thekla, as the hill faded\\nfrom view.\\nAnd the ship spread her white wings, and\\nsailed away to the New World.\\nOne week later a large ship weighed anchor in a port, and upon her deck stood our\\ntwo children,\u00e2\u0080\u009d Max and Thekla.\\nCambridge: Press of John Wilson Son.", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0245.jp2"}, "244": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3268", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "newyearsbargain00wool_0246.jp2"}, "245": {"fulltext": "SUSAN COOLIDGE\u00e2\u0080\u0099S\\nPOPULAR STORY BOOKS\\nSusan Coolidge has always possessed the affection of her young readers,\\nfor it seems as if she had the happy instinct of planning stories that each girl\\nwould like to act out in reality. The Critic.\\nNot even Miss Alcott apprehends child nature with finer sympathy, or pic-\\ntures its nobler traitr vith more skill. Boston Daily A dvertiser\\nTHE NEW YEAR S BARGAIN. A Christmas Story for\\nChildren. With Illustrations by Addie Ledyard. i6mo. $1.25.\\nWHAT KATY DID. A Story. With Illustrations by Addie\\nLedyard. i6mo. $1.25.\\nWHAT KATY DID AT SCHOOL. Being more about\\nWhat Katy Did.\u00e2\u0080\u009d With Illustrations. i6mo. #1.25.\\nMISCHIEF\u00e2\u0080\u0099S THANKSGIVING, and other Stories. With\\nIllustrations by Addie Ledyard. i6mo. $1.25.\\nNINE LITTLE GOSLINGS. With Illustrations by J. A.\\nMitchell. i6mo. $1.25.\\nEYEBRIGHT. A Story. With Illustrations. i6mo. $1.25.\\nCROSS PATCH. With Illustrations. i6mo. $1.25.\\nA ROUND DOZEN. With Illustrations. i6mo. $1.25.\\nA LITTLE COUNTRY GIRL. With Illustrations. i6mo.\\n1-25-\\nWHAT KATY DID NEXT. With Illustrations. i6mo. $1.25.\\nCLOVER. A Sequel to the Katy Books. 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